Wilder’s eyes widened. It wasn’t just his, every disciple witnessing this seemingly nonchalant attack of True God Sacharro felt their hearts seize.
Pain, agony, blood, murder. Emotions of terrible massacre and the depths of hell pervaded their minds.
Danger. This man was dangerous. So dangerous that they should run. Run as far as they could right now before it was too late. Until that is… it was too late.
Wilder tried to dodge, surpassing his body’s limit to activate several more hidden runic veins. His reaction ti spiked, his muscles bulged, and several of his blood vessels burst. Even if he survived this, his chances of fighting for any sort of legacy had dropped to zero. No one’s body could survive the simultaneous activation of so many runic veins!
It was at that mont that Wilder realized his so-called buffs ant nothing in the face of this attack’s speed. No matter what he did, it was useless. It would pierce his heart and he would die.
To the side, Blythe who had frozen much like most others realized this as well. But, she couldn’t allow Wilder to die. It wasn’t that she cared for his life, but rather that she cared for her own. Only the two of them together could keep the guild disciples in line toward the sa goal. Without his influence, she would lose control over the peak celestials of his factions and thus her chances at succeeding would also plumt.
Her delicate hands lifted into the air, pressing her two forefingers together and drawing them into a circle in the air. If one had ti to think about it, they would realize just how talented this young lady was to activate a magic circle in such a minor ti fra.
“[Condense]!”
The air seed to suffocate around the surroundings. If the forr density had been just 1, it was now over a 1000!
Sheets of invisible, condensed air appeared in the path of the bloody red line. Although it barely lost a partial percent of its speed, this interference was just enough for Wilder to avoid a blow to his heart. However… That wasn’t without losing his entire left arm and a large portion of his chest and shoulder.
A bloody hole more slightly more than a foot across blasted through Wilder’s body, causing his eyes to dim in pain.
God Goldeen slightly tilted his head to the side, allowing the ruby spear to sail paste him before disappearing into a wisp of smoke.
His eyes narrowed. Only a fool would believe that that wasn’t only purpose. To think that he would toy with Wilder to such an extent that he even drew a trajectory toward him.
The worst part was that Christian III thought that he had dodged, but the bloody line on his cheek told a different story entirely.
Dyon didn’t even watch as Wilder’s body fell from the sky, a light sneer was on his face as he watched God Goldeen wipe the blood from his cheek. “Consider that punishnt for daring to send your petty henchman to stop my progress.”
‘Arrogant!’ Who would pick a fight with the Sapientia Guilds and a God at the sa ti?! How could they not all simultaneously have this exact evaluation of True God Sacharro.
When they had first seen him appear, his eyes were so gentle and he was so handso that they hadn’t noticed it at all. But this young man’s whole deanor was one that looked down on the world entirely. Even if they all threatened his life now, even if he knew he would lose his life, he wouldn’t back down even an inch!
Plus, could they really be certain that they could kill him here? Just how many life saving treasures would such a genius be given by their Clan? Any Clan he was born into would cherish him to the greatest extent of their abilities! If they failed to kill him here, wouldn’t they have to wait for his revenge in the future? How could they ever show their faces in public again?
At this point, Blythe was shaking in anger as she grasped Wilder’s body. He had already fallen unconscious! One could even see his slowly beating heart exposed to the air. If he hadn’t been a body path cultivator, he would have died near imdiately!
“ARE YOU A FOOL?!” Blythe scread, losing her temper. Although she tried to diate, her arrogance was just as bone deep as Dyon’s. “THE SAPIENTIA GUILDS WILL NEVER FORGIVE THIS!
“Are you happy now?! Now even your Clan will be blacklisted and ostracized. None of our experts would be willing to help you. How can you not understand the aning behind a Guild?! It’s to protect its mbers. If they allowed such a genius to be toyed like this without recourse, what do you think would happen?!”
Dyon laughed, looking at Blythe like he was looking at a fool.
“Of those in your guilds, even Moon Lords wouldn’t dare to speak to as you have.”
In that mont, an overwhelming soul presence blossod from Dyon. The illusory images of beautiful Moons appeared across the skies. So shone a brilliant blue, others were red, and still others were silver, gracing them all with a gorgeous sight.
Blythe froze as she saw this scene. Others even felt like fainting on the spot. Their tower quadrants had less than 20 Moon Lords across all 100 Clans and Sects. Yet, there was such a young one sitting before them.
Since he had hidden for so many years, it was ti for the world to understand. Dyon was here to set a Bloody Precedent. The na Sacharro should not be tarnished!
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