Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 8: 25: Fifth and Sixth Degree of Freedom (1)

Book 8: Chapter 25: Fifth and Sixth Degree of Freedom (1)

Dyon’s rage seemed to shake the lower tier, the flecks of emerald in his eyes pulsing with a terrible dichotomy of life and killing intent. Though, somehow, True God Titus remained calm.

“Do you believe I’m stupid?” Titus said calmly. “What would be the point in provoking you into entering the middle tier if I would die anyway?”

When Dyon said that Titus was the most aware of his combat strength, that statement was only relative to everyone else. The last time Titus saw Dyon, two major boosts to Dyon’s combat prowess had yet to occur. Firstly, he was still a saint back then, and secondly, he had yet to fuse with the Sovereign Flame!

In Dyon’s view, Titus knew next to nothing about the him now. But, Titus believed he had gleaned something. At least, he believed he knew enough to extrapolate the outer limits of Dyon’s strength. As a result, he had, of course, come prepared.

“You’re a fool.” Dyon sneered. “You did all of this believing that I would be in a rush, that I would be worried. This isn’t the reality of the matter. It isn’t my strength you’ve underestimated, but that of my wife’s. Do you believe that a Sacharro woman would be so weak?!”

Dyon’s roar seemed to shake Titus out of his fantasy land. Dyon never had any intention to rush his way with the middle tier to save a damsel in distress, because Madeleine was the furthest thing from a damsel. Not only did Dyon not believe that Titus knew the true limits of his own strength, he was certain that he had underestimated Madeleine even more.

“What did you do?” Dyon continued, his face marred with disdain. “Did you instigate the Golden Crow Sect into attacking my wife’s territory? Did you enlist the Tatsuya Clan loyalists as well? Maybe you got a third and even fourth unknown party to participate?

“Let me tell you something… Your schemes mean next to nothing in the face of absolute strength! The First Wife of Dyon Sacharro isn’t a soft persimmon anyone can crush whenever you deem it fit! Least of all you!”

“The reason I’ll kill you today isn’t because I feel that you’ve endangered my wife, it’s because you’ve touched my bottom line. Since you’ve taken this path, nothing can save you!”

The roars of Linlin, Biibi, Shere and Sen shook the skies. In that moment, an oppressive might descended and the armies below suddenly felt that they had lost control of their flow of energy.

This was another bloodline ability the beast babies had awoken after becoming Kings. Celestial Beasts were beloved by the Heavens, in fact, their existence is a large part of the reason the 5^th realm of cultivation, the Celestial Realm, is named as such.

Celestials, once stepping into this realm, gained the ability to take energy in the atmosphere as their own. However, there was no species better at this in comparison to the Celestial Beasts!

In that moment, the army’s strength was easily halved. Aside from the most powerful among them that could still resist the pull of the four beast babies, the rest of them felt cut off from the world around them.

This wasn’t as simple as Linlin, Biibi, Shere and Sen tapping into their bloodline ability. It was also the result of them resonating their abilities and layering them atop of one another, something that was only possible when beasts shared a soul link.

Luckily, they had a master with an incredibly powerful soul, capable of withstanding the resonance of four Peak King Transcendent Beasts at once!

In that moment, thousands of golden arrays appeared in the skies. But, just when the armies were already feeling despair, the number of arrays continued to double, again and again.

An overwhelming feeling of oppression stamped down the momentum of the thousands below.

Titus frowned. “Archers fire at will!”

True God Anak and Falkor could only grit their teeth and attack, following Titus’ lead. Such a matter was completely humiliating for them. Their pride would no longer allow them to take a step back.

Linlin snorted in response. Her mouth opened to spit out a revolving octagonal shield. It could only be described as a supreme work of craftsmanship.

The shield shimmered with a silver light and seemed carved from a single sheet of stainless steel divided into 81 perfect segments come together to form one cohesive whole.

The shield separated, flying outward as though it had a mind of its own, deflecting arrows with incomparable ease. Let alone harm Dyon, they didn’t even get within a hundred meters of him.

At this moment, the danger zone began making its presence known. After losing half of their combat strength, many of the weaker individuals lost the ability to resist, sinking into the scorching sand one after another.

This silver danger zone was known as Hell’s Sand. Unlike other deserts, every inch of it was a tyrannical land of quicksand! Originally, this Hell’s Sand danger zone was meant to be an ideal location to train movement techniques since only profound movement techniques could ignore the quicksand properly.

One might wonder why cultivators couldn’t just fly? And the problem with that was that the entire Danger Zone was a no-fly zone, built with an oppressive suppression array! It was just that such methods don’t work on Celestial Beasts! If the mystical world could harm Linlin’s ability to fly, how could a mere silver danger zone do so?!

Despair gripped the army. Dyon and his beast companions were no more than Gods of Death in their eyes.

It was at that moment that Dyon’s eyes flashed with golden gears. He had long ago grasped the third phase of [Soul Aid]. It was time for the world to understand the power of the fifth and sixth degree of freedom.

“[Grow].”