Dyon felt 18 pairs of eyes on him. Aside from those on his side, the geniuses who stood before the door were still trying to process just what they had seen. It was too difficult to accept.
Although Yandevere was only a 5th or 6th order peak celestial, the only individuals who would dare snub their noses at that would be Gods and True Gods. That left trillions of individuals looking up toward her in awe.
Unfortunately for Yandevere, after Dyon snapped the Presence protecting treasure from her neck, she had already lost. Because of his Presence, she had no ability to see through his knife qi, and as such couldn’t figure out where he was. To top this off, Yandevere had assud that he resisted her flas before simply due to his undead body, not knowing that his white flas were far superior to hers. He didn’t fear her grey flas at all.
When two flas both reached the half-step dao realm, wouldn’t their cultivations difference beco irrelevant at that point?
Truth be told, Dyon was also lucky. Usually, the Presence protecting treasures of various geniuses took all kinds of forms. It was because of Madeleine and her inside information that he knew exactly where to look and exactly what to take. To anyone else, the necklace would have seed like any normal piece of jewelry.
To top this off, the Flaming Lily Sect might be of the 4th ranked quadrant, but it had to be rembered that this rank was mostly due to the Golden Crow Sect and not them. The treasures they could provide to even their Legatees was highly limited. If it wasn’t for this, how could a treasure so easily be taken from one’s neck?
In the end, Dyon had his comprehension of True Weapon Will to thank the most for this. His use of knife qi was even more effective than using a concealnt array. Yandevere lost the mont she exposed herself to him.
Seeing their reactions, Dyon’s features suddenly grew scary, his battle intent brewing. “CO ON!” Weren’t you all eager to fight? Why haven’t you moved?
His voice bood, an involuntary lding of music will causing the ears of the weak to begin bleeding. Those who had only just stepped into the celestial realm felt as though their minds would explode at any mont. They had not a single clue that Dyon had yet to bring out his full strength.
Several years ago, Dyon already caused three fifth grade lower celestial to implode with his voice alone. Back then, he had only been able to bring out 10 000 jin of his true weight. The only reason he didn’t attempt to repeat this feat was because everyone here was a first grade celestial. However… Matters would be different if he had a voice technique.
Christian III expression was unsightly. Yandevere was a trump card their Sect had nurtured for more than a thousand years already. She was perfectly in line to beco the next Sect Master in just a few ten thousand years. Once that happened, considering all of the Elders they already had in their back pockets, the threat of the Flaming Lily Sect would be eliminated completely.
It was for this reason that they invested so much in probing Madeleine’s background. After finding out that she was backed by Dyon, this actually made their job easier. By using the elders they had planted, they could make it seem like Dyon was using Madeleine to take over their Sect. As long as enough believed that, Madeleine would never beco the Sect Master.
Plus, finding a spy as cold-hearted yet undetectable as Yandevere was near impossible. In fact, it wasn’t for their instructions, she could have beco a False True God!
However, in order to alleviate suspicions, the Golden Crow Sect upper echelon decided that Yandevere should breakthrough at the 6th Order. This way, the Flaming Lily Sect elders would believe that they left her alone because she was too weak.
With the truth of how every 7th Order and above genius of the Flaming Lily Sect always died mysterious deaths, Yandevere’s 6th Order strength was the perfect cover.
How cruel was that? What kind of cold-blooded nature did Yandevere need to purposely cut off her own talent? Just what did the Golden Crow Sect promise her?
Originally, Christian III hadn’t been willing to have her act. Instead, he wanted her to make covert movents to impede Dyon slightly, but not too much. Her value was far too high to take such a risk.
However, after being foiled by Dyon and facing his montum, God Goldeen made a rash decision which he thought was foolproof. He had planned to kill everyone of the Flaming Lily Sect and then turn on those here, making sure the truth of this matter didn’t leak. Who could have known that Dyon had seen through them from the very beginning?
In the end, a thousand plus years of accumulation was washed away in a single instance of ti.
The Princes and Princesses of the Fiery Lotus and Fla Rebirth Sects looked at each other with a complex gaze.
“True God Sacharro. We are not individuals who do not understand how to repay a debt, however, we carry the weights of our Sects on our back.” Roselia of the Fla Rebirth Sect stepped forward. “If not for this, we wouldn’t have offended you by targeting your wife nor would we stand before you today. Even if you are powerful, we must fight.”
Dyon smiled. “Such matters are simple. Those who dare to have designs on my wife’s flas must die, even if I understand your plight. However, I’m also aware that the idea wasn’t yours.
“If you join my side now, not only will I give all five of you a key, you do not have to fight this battle.”
The five nobles were stunned by Dyon’s words. They had fully expected him to be completely unyielding.
“In fact,” Dyon said with a light smile, “I’d also be willing to give Cot Lord Blythe and her two protectors keys as well. Of course, excluding the less than appealing Wilder. Aside from the keys I’ll keep aside for my wife, myself and Sabona, there are two keys remaining. However, I’d prefer to let them burn in hell.
“Today, God Goldeen dies. As for whether you want to die with him,” Dyon’s eyes scanned the remaining Golden Crow Sect disciples, “That’s up to you.”
God Goldeen suddenly began to laugh, a roaring rage of Golden Flas coating his blindingly blond hair. His red eyes shimred even more sinisterly as the Presence of a King emanated from him.
“Ancestor, it seems that so insignificant individuals believe that they’re worth more than what they are.”
The flas that coated the third phase sky castle blood to another level, soaring above and turning the blue skies red.
At that mont, the faint cackling of an ancient voice filled their ears.
“After so many years of accumulations, it seems it’s finally ti.”
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