Reaper of the Martial World Chapter Book 8: 14: Garbage (2)

Dyon slowly stood, ripping what remained of his torn and bloodied white shirt from his body. He winced slightly. With the improvent in his body, essence grade Holy Type energy simply wasn’t good enough to bring him back to peak condition. The best it could do was stave off the worst of his injuries.

The backlash he suffered from fighting against the Ancestor Diasho was severe. Even though it was only for a split second before Diasho Ken’s “death” cut them off from him, that fraction of a mont was enough to nearly kill Dyon.

In the beginning, Diasho Ken had hardly been able to harm him at all. His wounds were completely superficial. But, as of now, this was no longer the case.

Still, he pushed himself up. It had been a long ti since he was brought to his utmost limits. It was about ti he trampled upon the expectations of others.

Dyon teleported back to Low Gold City to find three figures waiting for him expressionlessly.

One of them was a valiant man standing half a head taller than Dyon. His golden hair flew even longer than his body, but his eyes were a piercing red-gold. For a mont, Dyon thought that he was a mber of the Goldeen Clan. Only they had gold hair and red eyes. But when he saw the ring of gold surrounding this man’s red irises, he knew different.

This handso man was none other than Drathal Aurum.

To his right stood two won, both breathtaking beauties. However, one stood above the other, quite clearly.

The lesser beauty had vibrant green hair, but it seed to shimr with an undertone of mystery, as though it could change color at will. Her body was petite, standing at barely 5 feet tall, and her dress was made of leaves that wafted with a pure, natural scent.

The far greater beauty made it so that it was difficult to even look her in the eye, it felt as though one would only be defaming her by doing such a thing.

Her hair almost didn’t look like hair at all, instead, they shone like motes of light. The white aura she emitted was blinding or uncomfortable, but rather gentle and inviting.

These two won were both qilins. The petite woman was of the Elental Qilin Clan, True God Nativus. And the grand beauty was of the Light Qilin Clan, True God Lux!

“And here I thought you would turn tail and run.” True God Aurum sneered. His vulgar attitude was nothing like his princely appearance. It really made the heavens sigh.

“I’m not in the mood.” Dyon replied blandly. “Either say what you need to say, attack, or piss off.”

“It’s always the sa with you elitist young masters. I wonder how arrogant you would be if you had nothing to rely upon. This is why Dragons and Qilins will always reign over the world!” Drathal growled.

Dyon couldn’t be bothered to explain himself. He had had no idea that Evangeline had forged a Life Saving Jade for him before today, nor did he care about Drathal’s hypocritical thoughts.

He boldly shunned the Demon Generals from entering the gold danger zones, but why hadn’t he done the sa with the Star and Five Blade Clans? He supposedly hated them oh so very much, so why didn’t he go and flex his prowess to them?

Rahl and Kere looked toward Dyon.

“Remove your ban on my Clan mbers then we can leave this be.” Rahl, True God Lux, spoke, her shimring lights vibrating softly with her speech.

“No.” Dyon responded.

Rahl frowned slightly. “Do you really believe you can defeat us?”

“Yes.”

Dyon didn’t say anymore words. His body flashed with a blinding light. In that mont, his bare torso beca akin to a shimring gem, as though he was cut from a heavenly jade.

Dyon’s hand stretched out to the side, his humanoid manifestation appearing in the air. His Chaos and Purity Flas pulsed to life. For the first ti, Dyon unleashed his flas in full force.

A yin-yang half-step dao appeared behind Dyon’s outstretched hand. It swirled with raging flas, slowly forming the tip, body, then butt of a 2.5-ter-long spear.

The spear was absolute gorgeous. Forged by the solidification characteristic of Dyon’s flas, it alternated in black and white, sotis flickering with faint sparks, and at other hardening into a domineering weapon.

Dyon’s weapon’s pagoda pulsed, a ray of light shooting out from within it and burrowing into the spear’s body. Suddenly, its aura skyrocketed.

The expressions of the three True Gods turned serious. In the beginning, Dyon’s aura was far too weak. But, suddenly, it shot up by twenty tis!

As if that wasn’t enough, the spear in his hand emanated an aura far more dangerous than any supre grade weapon they had ever co across. Firstly because those in their generation couldn’t perfectly refine a supre grade weapon, and secondly because of the devastating aura pulsing from Dyon’s flas.

Ever since Dyon knew that his weapon pagoda could provide spirit to weapons and that that was the proper use of it, he had been experinting with what vessels could bring out the most of its power. At first, he believed that Dwarf’s Diamond was good enough… But then he rembered that he had the greatest vessel of them all long ago… His flas!

Dyon boldly stood in the air, millions below watching his confrontation as a brilliant crystalline royal blue armor coated his body.

“Co!”