Dyon felt a stream of life essence flood into his body, quickly healing the cracks that spread through his body.
“Gya, gya, gya. To reach the bronze-silk realm at such a young age. The luck around you is quite good, boy. You’ve inspired . However, you’re still unworthy of being my clone. Refining you into a corpse soldier, however… That would be pretty good.”
In truth, Orcus was very curious about Dyon. Those wings should be angel wings, yet he didn’t sense any angel blood within Dyon. To make things more curious, Dyon’s soul was far more powerful than it should be. It was borderline nonsensical. Then there was the matter of Dyon’s constitution. If one was comparing his Death God Body to Dyon’s Titan Diamond Body, it could be said that Dyon was far from the height Orcus reached.
If compared appropriately, Orcus’ constitution was refined and elevated such that it was comparable to if Dyon entered the diamond-silk realm. That was an entire four realms higher than Dyon’s current level and only a single level below true mastery of the constitution. To put things into perspective, it would be like comparing Dyon’s current 100 000 000 jin weight to a 10 000 000 000 000 jin weighted body.
However, this being said, Orcus was a Higher Existence who had lived for 15 million years. He didn’t reach Dyon’s level until he beca a dao formation expert and didn’t reach the “diamond-silk” realm until he was several million years into being a Higher Existence.
It was no wonder he was interested in Dyon. Because he was a Death God, unlike other Sects and Clans that specialized in refining corpses, he had the ability to improve his corpse soldiers based on the potential they had when they were alive while those lesser Sects and Clans could only accomplish this superficially. If he nurtured Dyon’s corpse properly, he was certain that he’d be able to birth a Higher Existence corpse!
Dyon stood, a serious expression on his face. That punch he suffered, not only was it not due to carelessness, it wasn’t due to Orcus being far faster than him either. Although Orcus’ power was great, his maneuverability was far lower in comparison to other pseudo-dao experts precisely because he was a skeleton.
This only left one explanation… Experience!
Orcus’ strike was so perfectly tid and so perfectly placed that Dyon not only couldn’t dodge, it was as though his body invited this injury.
For Dyon, a person who thought himself to have rich battle experience… This was a strong blow to his psyche. He had never been outsmarted in battle before, even when facing those far more powerful than him. Yet, it had happened today.
Unfortunately, Orcus wouldn’t allow him much ti to think on it. By the ti Dyon awoke from his thoughts, he had already closed the distance by half.
Dyon roared, his body flooding with Bold Type energy. A blinding silver light coated his body, almost looking like dense silver plates, or beautiful platinum dragon scales.
“[Vanishing Fists] – [teor Blanketing the Skies: Apocalypse].”
Dyon charged forward, fusing two peak common grade techniques with a re thought.
A golden eternity balance sparkled gently above his head, causing a white cloth to descend from the skies, wrapping around the eyes of his humanoid manifestation.
Orcus beca fascinated by Dyon’s attack. Even as he blocked the blows calmly, he felt so pressure. The only way that was possible was if he was facing a pseudo-divine grade technique, yet his experience told him Dyon was using re common grade techniques.
Dyon’s fist flew. It was as though he couldn’t feel the pain of ramming into Orcus’ hardened black bones ti and ti again.
The power of [Vanishing Fists] layered, streaks of red flying through the air, hidden with cacophonic sonic booms. To a spectator, it almost looked as though Dyon didn’t have arms at all.
“I understand! You’ve fused two one with self peak common grade techniques into one. Utilizing the piercing power of [Vanishing Fists] to supplent the speed and explosiveness of [teor Blanketing the Skies]. It would be a sha to destroy your intelligence by refining you into a corpse. I’ll have to use my highest grade technique so that that doesn’t happen…”
Orcus suddenly forgot all about his previous anger. The more he fought, or rather, toyed, with Dyon, the more interesting things he saw. Dyon was able to stand his ground and not fly back because he was actually using ancient Bold Type energy! At the sa ti, he had the silver mirror, eternity’s balance and titan diamond body constitutions!
With his experience, he had heard of those born with dual heaven grade constitutions. He had even heard of a handful of ancient era geniuses who were born with dual god grade constitutions. In fact, he had even t two otherworldly individuals born with ancient constitutions.
Knowing this, it was no wonder he hadn’t had any shocked reactions to Dyon’s display of talent. But, having him standing before him now helped him realize that Dyon’s best attribute was definitely his intelligent. Despite the risks, he’d definitely have to make Dyon a sentient corpse.
Just as the Lord Creator was enjoying himself, Dyon suddenly bent backward, his body narrowly dodging an arrow coated in life essence.
‘Wait, he’s not dodging. That arrow is ant for !’ Orcus suddenly lost his will to play around.
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