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Chapter 1849 Wash Your Neck
Chapter 1849 Wash Your Neck
Chapter 1849 Wash Your Neck
To the back of the mighty dragon, a tower that stood kilometers tall glided through the air, exuding a radiating black-red aura.
They were all cultivators, so they could clearly see it. Dyon stood on the top floor of the tower, a light smile playing his features as he was surrounded by four beauties.
The dazzling but petite Alexandria Sacharro.
lights??v?l ??m The cold and blood thirsty Amphorae Sacharro.
The roguish and temperamental Clara Sacharro.
And last but not least, the gentle goddess Madeleine Sacharro.
If they weren't clear that Dyon and the Masked Wife Stealer were one in the same yet, right now, they were absolutely certain. Many eyes couldn't help but land on True God Anak whose gaze seemed to be spitting fire.
Within the Blade Clan elders, a familiar white-haired man looked up, the utmost seriousness on his features. He hoped what he was worried about wouldn't happen… Unfortunately, there was no free lunch in this martial world.
"You…" The masked man riding the majestic dragon suddenly stopped in the air, his gaze landing on the white-haired man. "… You're the one who wanted my little cousin's life, are you not? What a bold man you are."
Who could this masked man be if not Dyon? As for the Dyon standing within the tower, that was nothing more than a 0.5% clone of himself. Despite being a clone with only 1/200th of his strength, any Lower Dao Expert would easily fall to him. Not that Dyon would allow it to display that kind of strength.
Seeing that the situation had suddenly taken a turn for the worst, Emperor Star had no choice but to step forward. If things got out of hand, how would he control the Federation in the future?
"Sir…" Not knowing Dyon's name, he could only make a guess. "… Sacharro, please remember that we are now allies. Past grievances should be forgotten, what do you say?"
Dyon's gaze swept over Emperor Star as Chenglei snorted. The oppressive aura made Emperor Star tremble, but he remained steadfast. He couldn't allow his hard work to be snatched by the Sacharro Clan so easily.
"This is for the good of the Federation, don't you think?" Dyon responded plainly. "The entire point of this endeavor is to nurture the youths, but if we have supposed elders so willing to use the advantage of years to do as they please to young budding seeds, what kind of message does that send?"
Emperor Star was suddenly put in a difficult position. Everyone had seen this Elder of the Diasho Clan raise a hand against Dyon because he defeated his nephew. There was no denying it… Having such a man here, so willing to stamp out talents as they pleased… It wouldn't make anyone comfortable.
"This…"
Emperor Star turned his gaze to Patriarch Diasho who was currently doing his best to suppress his anger. He didn't care that his younger brother had tried to kill a youth, he cared that he tried to kill the wrong youth!
Back then, when his younger brother told him that he had angered a Higher Existence, and even that his cultivation had fallen to the 10th Dao Realm because of it, he had been completely enraged to the point of beating his younger brother bloody. But now, even after venting back then, he felt like that beating hadn't been enough!
Seeing the man who could have killed him like an ant just a few years prior tremble before him, Dyon sneered from the depths of his heart. This once lofty man didn't even dare to meet his gaze.
"I want to take your head…"
The atmosphere suddenly froze over. Many elders of the Diasho Clan reached for their weapons.
"… However, my kid cousin said that he wants to take it himself in a few years, so I'll leave you neck attached to your body…"
Though many sighed a breath of relief, the Blade Clans felt rage building up in their chests.
"… I compromised and said I'd take your arms and legs…"
Unfortunately, the 'calm' didn't last for long. The moment these words fell, the stifling atmosphere returned many times stronger.
"… But then my kid cousin said he didn't want you to have the excuse of being a cripple after he killed you…"
The neutral parties below didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Why was everyone in this Sacharro Clan so difficult to handle?
Dyon finger pointed forward. "[Harmonious Whole]."
A beam of golden light wrapped in flames of white tore through the air, slamming into the Diasho Elder's chest before any of them could react.
The Blade Clans were about to erupt in anger when they were suddenly stunned silent.
In that moment, the elder's aura suddenly grew. From the 10th stage, he once more broke into the 11th stage, and in a few minutes, he reached the very peak of the 11th stage.
"Wash your neck." Dyon said indifferently as Chenglei descended from the skies, allowing the Sage Tower to land before disappearing into Dyon's inner world.
Not only were the surrounding Clans stunned by the Sacharro Clan's brazenness, they were even more stunned by their power.
The injury to Diasho elder's foundation was caused by a Higher Existence! Yet this man casually fixed it with the wave of a finger!
Despite the good news, Patriarch Diasho's face was ashen. His younger brother was standing right beside him, yet he couldn't even lift a finger. The technique had flown right by his cheek, yet he hadn't even realized it happened until it was far too late.
What if Dyon had been trying to kill his younger brother instead? Wouldn't that have meant that his little brother would have died without a doubt?
There was no doubt about it… Not only was the Sacharro Clan's display powerful, but it was also without comparison. The momentum of the other Clans was shattered in an instant.
Elder Diasho gripped his fists. He should have felt happy that his foundation was suddenly fixed, but all he felt was humiliated. This man was so certain that Dyon would one day kill him that he directly brought him back to his peak condition. This was more than just looking down on him, it was directly slapping him in the face!