Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 7: 96: Beast Tomes (2)

Book 7: Chapter 96: Beast Tomes (2)

Dyon sucked in a cold breath. He had only gotten the price equivalents of embryonic infernal cores, he could only fathom how expensive a true infernal core was. This didn’t even mention the fact that this was one of a half-step transcendent beast!

Remembering back, the embryonic infernal core of a peak dao formation beast was worth 1000 enigmatic stones… This was the equivalent of a billion transcendent stones and one would need a million times that to calculate the number of dao stones!

Yet, this was a true core of a half-step transcendent beast!

This wasn’t all that shocked Dyon to no end. One needed to also consider the battle prowess of one of these beasts!

Dyon had to struggle for half a century to raise his battle prowess to a realm where he was capable of defeating a peak saint even as a lower celestial! As one cultivated, the difference between realm tiers only grew exponentially! The difference between a lower celestial and middle celestial was equivalent to the difference between a lower saint and a peak saint! This was how drastically things changed.

For the Demon Sage to have defeated a half-step transcendent infernal beast… Dyon was truly in awe.

“You were very powerful.” Dyon praised without reserve. He had just insulted the Demon Sage savagely to vent his anger, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have profound respect for him.

The Demon Sage nodded in satisfaction, but he didn’t smile. His face remained stoic.

Seeing the Demon Sage’s cocky appearance, Dyon rolled his eyes. But, he suddenly thought of something that made his eyes shimmer with an amused light.

“If you hadn’t spited me and closed off the Mystical Realm properly, allowing a few planet and even star level spiritual treasures to grow, I would have been able to make you a body for you to have a chance to fulfill your dreams. It’s a shame that you didn’t do so.” Dyon said nonchalantly.

The Demon Sage sneered. “Do I look like a child to you? I’m a star grade runic vein master. You think that if I wanted to construct myself a body I couldn’t have?”

Dyon smiled. “Let me guess, because your body wouldn’t be able to sustain a partial soul, blah blah, you’d need more power than you could output making it obsolete.”

“Since you know, why would you say something so stupid.” The Demon Sage frowned, getting a bad premonition.

“Obviously because I have the means to heal a soul completely. Yet, you wanted to throw a temper tantrum. And, even if you hadn’t, I still wouldn’t help you on account of the fact you caused the deaths and injuries of my subordinates!” Dyon’s anger was still boiling. A spirit like the Demon Sage was the weakest against a soul path expert like Dyon.

Even in his strongest state, the Demon Sage’s soul was weaker than Dyon’s, let alone now.

The Demon Sage stared at Dyon in anger, his eyes quite literally lighting on fire. His rage was so fierce that part of his soul had responded and begun to burn, boosting his soul’s prowess and shattering through Dyon’s oppression.

Dyon’s eyes flashed with an odd light. ‘This man is so prideful that he would rather burn his last remaining soul remnant than suffer a small loss? What a character!’

“Do you believe that I won’t burn this entire Palace down?! Slander me one more time and see if I don’t make certain that you have no legacy remaining to take part in! And don’t bother mentioning my daughter to threaten me either!” The Demon Sage snorted, looking toward Dyon with absolute disdain. “If I released my little girl now, she could kill you with a flick of a finger! She’s already stepped into the dao formation realm, you think my little girl needs you to protect her?!”

“Slander?!” Dyon’s eyes burned with rage. “Are they not dead?! Are their cold, lifeless bodies not laying right here before you?! Where are the words of slander?! I only speak the truth, you old arrogant bastard!”

The Demon Sage and Dyon were like explosives, gun powder and fire stored in an enclosed space. Their personalities were so similar and unyielding that it was impossible for them to have even a brief exchange without it erupting in fury.

Dyon was unwilling to bow down to the Demon Sage. What right did this old bastard have to be angry with him? It wasn’t his fault that he was given the short end of the stick.

At the same time, the Demon Sage was unwilling to bow down to Dyon and heavens. What right did the heavens have to dictate that his life was over? That his path was closed off and done for?

Just thinking about the man across from them, both the Demon Sage and Dyon wanted to have a war of fists. It was unfortunate that one of them was a spirit.

“You think that if I don’t want someone to die that they will?” The Demon Sage sneered.

“Tell that to your dead fucking kingdom.” Dyon said with disdain.

“That’s it! Scram! I never want to see you again!” The Demon Sage roared.

“Go fuck yourself, old bastard. The treasures I’ve laid my eyes on, no one can take away.” Dyon said defiantly.

This was the difference between the Demon Sage and Dyon. For the sake of his family, Dyon was able to set his pride aside and act shamelessly if need be. The Demon Sage was unwilling to do such a thing, choosing to rely on himself and his strength no matter what. He looked down on the schemes and small tricks Dyon used to make it ahead.

However, this small difference only made them even more like water and oil.