The Patriarch's eyes widened when he heard these words. For a mont, he almost forgot that it was a re Lord standing before him.
The pain of the previous backlash was still lingering within him, but even that was dulled beneath the weight of the words.
The skies clapped with thunder, and a bolt of black lightning descended from the skies.
The singular pulse should have been enough to wipe Ryu from existence, but instead, it almost seed to fizzle out when it hit him.
Ryu raised his head to the skies slowly.
"… Piss off."
The Tribulation Clouds shuddered and then receded.
A shocking silence filled the air, and soon all of Ryu's oppressive might fell on the Dao God before him.
"I don't like to repeat myself, and I don't like to explain myself. If you make do so, your son won't be the only one suffering today."
These words seed to help the White Lion Patriarch regain so clarity.
This was the man that did this to his son?
The anger refocused his attention.
As much as Ryu's current presence confused and made him apprehensive, could it possibly match up to the deity that Silent Quibus was in his mind?
"Oh, I see. You fear that scurrying rat more than , is it?"
Ryu's light voice shook the Patriarch's heart.
With a wave of his hand, a golden great swordstaff appeared in Ryu's palm. He looked forward indifferently, pointing the weapon toward the ground.
There ca a slight nudge of his intention and Taedra, along with Matheus and his woman, were sent a far distance away.
Ryu took a step forward and the Dao God suddenly struck out.
Patriarch White Lion didn't know why, but he panicked beneath Ryu's presence. He felt like if he didn't gain an initiative, he would be the one to suffer here.
BANG!
A rippling might spread across the skies, several individuals that were far too close losing their lives in an instant.
The tip of a golden blade and the palm of a Dao God t, but neither one took even a single step back.
Patriarch White Lion's eyes opened wide.
In this world…
How could there possibly be such a powerful Lord?!
To the Patriarch's credit, he realized the sort of situation he was in instantly.
Not caring for his face, he used the montum granted to him by Ryu's attack to propel himself backward, slapping his palms together.
Despite what it looked like… their White Lion Clan wasn't a family of Body Realm cultivators.
ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!
The skies trembled as three lion spirits appeared. Their bodies were sowhat illusory and their manes looked akin to flickering white flas. There was a regal sort of beauty to them that belied their nature as undead spirits.
PUCHI!
The head of one went soaring into the skies the instant it appeared.
Ryu took another step forward and his great swordstaff danced.
Patriarch White Lion's heart trembled for what felt like the millionth ti since the battle began. Ryu seed to see through the weakness of his Wraiths instantly.
With a sway of his body, Ryu's attacks crisscrossed through the air, each one filled with a hidden soul attack.
Most had trouble dealing with Wraith Path Necromancers because attacking blows to what were essentially spirit bodies was too difficult. Attacking directly with your soul put your soul itself at risk. So one would either need a Soul Technique, or a Visualization.
Unless one had one of these two, and was proficient with them, you would often end up in a situation where you had to overcompensate by pouring out more qi than you wanted to in a vain attempt, or you would die without even quite understanding what happened to you.
But Ryu didn't have to do this at all. He seed capable of directly severing their presence in the world with a stroke of his blade.
Patriarch White Lion was forced to retreat, the injuries he had just suffered stirring again and again. His qi refused to flow smoothly.
"You might have had a chance to make this battle interesting…" Ryu said lightly, his body flickering and vanishing as a roar of white beaming light ca from the maw of a lion. "… But you were actually foolish enough to try and use Fate in my presence."
There was a flash in Ryu's eyes as the world beca bundles of white, grey, and black lines. The location the Patriarch stood in seed particularly tangled up, constraining his Fate and the actions he could take.
Scrying was quite a basic ability of Dao Gods. With enough control, they could reverse the flow of ti in a certain location, not to change anything, but instead to see what had happened there in the past. The more skilled the Dao God, the further back they could go and the faster they could reverse this flow.
Though there was a ntion of ti, this was actually just a very basic application of Fate.
As Ryu had learned long ago, the more powerful your cultivation, the more you would begin to interact with the foundational elents of Existence. First one would gain so rudintary grasp of space at the Transcended Realm, and then ti would co shortly after that, usually in the Omniscient Realm.
Upon becoming a Lord, so inklings of Fate would begin to seep into your understanding until you could eventually control it to a small asure.
Because of this, it couldn't be said that the ability to control ti, space, and Fate was "rare". Well, it was only about as rare as there were powerful cultivators to make use of them.
Still… what separated Ryu from these individuals was that he didn't just have a surface grasp of these elents…
They were him and he was them.
The mont Patriarch White Lion did sothing so foolish in his presence, his Fate was sealed.
"[Fate Reversal]."
Ryu slashed out and the third White Lion Wraith was severed in two.
The mont this last layer of protection was gone, Patriarch White Lion felt sothing within him stir.
He hardly understood what was happening before his chest exploded into a rain of blood and gore, his face turning as pale as a sheet.
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