Reaper of the Martial World Chapter Book 6: 106: Price (3)

Asyna’s spear couldn’t pierce Dyon’s wings. It was as though each beautiful black feather was forged of the toughest ore in existence.

Her hands shook as blood erupted from the web of her finger and thumb, unable to withstand the reverberating impact.

The claw of Dyon’s hand shot forward, clutching Asyna’s throat and lifting her into the air.

“Asyna, no!” RolRol’s heartbreaking and lovable voice called out as tears fell from her immature cheeks.

Dyon’s demonic intent rolled through him, fueling his demon sage blood essence to make his emotions darker. “A re 16-year-old kid who only knows a single will dares to fight against ? To try and kill ? Who gave you the guts? Was it her?”

It hadn’t taken Dyon long to realize that Asyna had only mastered one will. From beginning to end, she had only used wind will. At first, it had confused Dyon until he realized why.

Asyna had cultivated two paths to the level of sainthood at a re 16 years old. Did she really have the ti to put into comprehending wills?

On top of that, according to the Dragon King, a trade off for massive power boost given by the Devil Path was a lowered comprehension toward universal laws. Couple that with her young age and it resulted in Asyna only having comprehended a single will to the intent level.

Dyon’s Presence shattered Asyna’s manifestation, causing her to cry out pain. Her unyielding gaze softened, filling with unwillingness, as though she was a wronged child who hadn’t just tried to kill him.

Asyna had no choice but to quickly retract her divine sense, unwilling to allow Dyon to shatter it as well. Unlike her manifestation, that kind of damage would be almost impossible to co back from.

Dyon slowly took the massive broad sword off of his back, causing Asyna to involuntarily tremble. She wanted to concede, but the deep pride within her wouldn’t allow it. In addition, even if she wanted to, Dyon’s clamp around her throat was much too fierce to allow her voice to escape.

It was only now everyone realized that from beginning to end, Dyon hadn’t used his weapon. In fact, they hadn’t even felt a single energy fluctuation from him! Could he really fight to this level without his wills or energy cultivation? That was completely ridiculous!

Suddenly, a golden fla wrapped around Dyon’s sword wielding arm, coursing into his broad sword and causing it to expand with reckless abandon.

The already massive seven foot long sword doubled in size, pulsing as though it was alive.

Veins of red and gold shot across its black surface, oozing an aura of death that completely outmatched the feeling Asyna had given them earlier.

“Leave her alone you bully!” RolRol’s voice called out. She wanted to shoot forward, but Lilith caught her, stopping her from going.

“Let go! You cold hearted witch! This is your fault!”

Lilith only grit her teeth, still not letting RolRol go.

Dyon’s runic vein pumped his broad sword with the power of his body, “There’s a price for pissing off.”

Suddenly, Dyon’s body disappeared. In an instant, he appeared at the edge of the do. The only thing separating him, Lilith and the platform of Soul Rending Peak disciples was what seed like a thin piece of glass. However, Dyon knew better than to think it was as fragile as it seed.

Dyon’s arms lifted into the air, causing a vortex of golden flas to erupt, once again doubling the size of his massive sword. And then… He swung downward.

“No!” Lilith’s voice called out.

Even for her clan, Supre level treasures were incredibly rare. Her Nightmare Palace had a dozen at the most. The fact she had one right now was a testant to how important she was to the prosperity of their clans. The loss of such a treasure wasn’t sothing even her Nightmare Palace could ignore. She didn’t know what it was, but she was absolutely certain that if Dyon dared to attack it, he could break it!

Lilith knew next to nothing about arrays. The only reason she could control the do was because she had bound her soul to it, allowing her to understand absolutely everything about it. But, at this mont, she couldn’t help but rember part of Asyna’s report on Dyon… A report that said she was 60% certain that Dyon had manipulated the location symbols on a teleportation array with absolute ease, sothing even she as a 10th stage grandmaster couldn’t do.

If Dyon used this knowledge to attack the weakness of the do… What would that an?!

BOOM!

“AHHHHH!” Lilith grabbed her head, seething in pain as she felt her connection with the do completely shatter. The backlash made her feel as though her head was being stomped on repeatedly, drilling the flesh in her brain to complete nothingness.

However, when everyone turned their gaze to the do, it didn’t have a single scratch on it. How could a Supre level treasure be so easily destroyed, especially by soone as weak as Dyon? No. What Dyon had done was forcibly sever the connection of the do to Lilith.

In the vortex of golden flas, Dyon had hidden the very volatile ancient form of aurora flas. Because of their violent nature, they were very good at destroying things, especially when those things were created with docile aurora flas to begin with.

Without any master, the do flew up before shrinking down to the size of palm once again. Dyon casually caught it and stored it within his ring before tossing Asyna’s bloodied body in front of Lilith’s screaming figure.

RolRol completely ignored Lilith, rushing to Asyna’s side before glaring at Dyon.

“It’s best you look at how her wounds were caused, little girl. If anything, your supposed leader dealt more damage to her than I did. Clearly she’s not much of a leader.”

A complex light flashed in RolRol’s eyes. She knew very well that Dyon was right. All of the blood on Asyna was caused by Lilith forcibly feeding her energy she couldn’t control, it had nothing to do with Dyon. In fact, even if Dyon had killed Asyna, he would have been in the right.

Evangeline watched as Dyon’s eyes left RolRol and turned toward Lilith with dense killing intent. She had no choice but to flash forward, blocking his way.

“You can’t kill her. You can’t kill any of them. You’ve already stirred too much trouble even injuring them.” She spoke very quickly through divine sense before grabbing Dyon’s shoulder.

“This year’s assessnts have concluded!” Without another word or waiting for Dyon to protest, she flashed away while keeping a grip on his shoulder.