Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 8: 2: Root Formation (2)

Book 8: Chapter 2: Root Formation (2)

Dyon’s roar shook the whole of the lower tier, even territories located toward the most outer edges were filled with cultivators who looked up into the skies.

That sort of resolution and power… They had never heard such a thing before.

They felt their knees go weak. The power of an Emperor wasn’t something Dyon had released in full strength until just now, and it was formidable beyond belief.

“I warned you all 6 months ago.” Dyon’s voice seemed to carry an abyssal hell with it. Purgatory rose up from murky depths, reddening the skies, and dyeing the air with the stench of blood. “The first time I sent you away, it was half-dead. This time, there’ll be nothing but corpses.”

At this moment, Madeleine was frantically trying to contact Dyon. She knew very well that Dyon could hear her, and even see her image, but he didn’t respond.

There was a limit to what one person could do alone. Dyon had such an unyielding character that he would never forgive those who slighted his family. And the Demon Generals were his family!

“Hoho, it seems we’ve pissed him off.” Titus smiled lightly, his red eyes flashing with an indiscernible light.

No one knew more than Titus how Heaven Defying Dyon was. Thoughts of Dyon’s True Domain still woke him up at night with fright. A saint? Who comprehended a true domain? Wasn’t that too ridiculous?

Yet, he had come here anyway, even knowing that that true domain was likely far stronger than it had been in the past. Even if he was a schemer, he still had the pride of a Dragon. He wanted to stand on top, how could he stand the thought of someone controlling a tier he sat in alone?

Within the Star Force, Vespak’s face darkened with hardly concealed killing intent. His emotions were in such a tailspin that the ethereal flickering of his body almost went out of control, continuously shifting from corporeal to see-through.

“So True God Sacharro is so powerful? It’s no wonder he made you crawl back home half dead as he promised.” A woman with beauty beyond words didn’t hold back in tearing open Vespak’s wounds.

Even hearing these words, Vespak didn’t dare to refute, he could only bottle up in anger. This woman wasn’t someone even he could afford to offend. Although he was an 8^th Order Emperor, this woman was a False True God. Not just that, but she was one of True God Star’s three wives. Her position in their Clan was far higher than his.

“Empress Aspirant Cativa, I won’t ask you for anything else, but please allow me to land the crippling blow.” Vespak’s handsome features twisted, imperceptible red light wafting from him.

Cativa’s red lips curled into a slight smile, her slender fingers gliding across pristine fan seemingly carved of jade. She wore a red dress with a single slit to the right that revealed her flawless, long leg. Her every movement was the picture of enticement and seduction, even the white scaled snake beneath her bare feet was without blemish.

“Vespak, don’t make me look down on you.” Cativa mused. “You want to ask help from this Empress Aspirant to kill a man you can’t kill yourself? Isn’t that too shameless?”

Vespak lowered his head, clenching his fist.

“Also,” Cativa continued, “Even if I agreed to help you, do you really believe that it’s alright to kill him? We’re only here to teach him a lesson, there are some unspoken rules that cannot be broken lest you want the tower quadrants to be embroiled in war. He’s already given you enough face by not killing you, yet you want more? You’re too pathetic.”

Vespak didn’t dare to respond. The Empress Aspirant title was something only three women of the Star Clan wielded. It was only given to the wives of the young heir.

Unlike other Clans, in the Star Clan, not only did the Emperor title need to be forcibly seized, but the same was true of the Empress title. True God Star had already eliminated all of his competition to the title of young heir, changing his title from Emperor Aspirant to Emperor Apparent. However, his wives were neck-in-neck.

Though Cativa was the weakest of his wives, that was only due to the fact she was the youngest. Whether she would become the Empress Apparent or not was still up in the air. And, even if she failed to gain the title, she would still be the second or third wife of the Emperor. Her status was far above Vespak’s.

“Oh? It looks like he’s already here.” Cativa’s faint smile bloomed. Her slender hand stopped their progress forward as a figure appeared above them all.

This particular silver danger zone was known as the Ice Devil Land. It snowed year-round and was filled with a sharp cold. However, this land wasn’t so simple at all.

The snow wasn’t white, but instead a dull grey. It was reminiscent of ash instead of snow, as though the cremated remnants of all those it had killed were raining down from the skies.

The danger of this land wasn’t just in its cold, but in this snow’s special ability. It carried life stealing powers… For every flake of snow that fell upon your body, energy would be siphoned away from you. If you stayed for too long, you would eventually die of exhaustion.

This snowy grey land was exactly that place Dyon appeared above.