Dyon didn’t need to hear the rest of the story. He already understood what had happened.
Zabia and the disciples of Madeleine’s parents had astonishingly beco peak celestials, the worst of them had been at the 10th stage, while Zabia had even entered the 12th stage. They had been preparing to enter the dao formation realm when their master-in-na and apparent spirit of the Demon Sage Palace wanted them to temper their foundations and increase their soul and body strength first.
However, while their cultivations were sealed, they were then attacked…
“So dark beast bastard said that these were the lands of his clan and that we would serve as punishnt for all those who dared to take what was his.” Iaachus trembled in anger, causing the wounds that Dyon had ticulously closed to reopen. “My junior brothers…”
Iaachus wanted to shed tears, but his tear ducts were too damaged. In the end, hot blood flowed from his sockets, sliding down his face.
Dyon’s heart ached. He hadn’t had a good impression of these guys before. They had never fought any campaigns, yet they were so arrogant. But, over the years, they had changed. If Zabia was willing to go on a life and death mission with them, Dyon didn’t need to ask to know that they had matured.
‘Dyon, seal their bodies with your crystal will. If they continue like this, they’ll die before you can save them.’ Little Yang said quickly.
Nodding heavily, Dyon complied. “Rest easy for now. I’ll handle it.”
Dyon’s crystal will blood, encompassing the body of Zabia and Iaachus. After a long mont, Dyon stood, his wide back facing the beast clan geniuses.
His divine sense shook violently, fighting against the barrier the Demon Sage placed. “Break!”
In a mont, an overwhelming Presence tore through the Mystical World’s space, shattering the divine sense protection.
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“These things are yours?” Zabia sneered, looking toward the black cloaked individual. “The treasures of my Jafari family perate the very air here, yet you dare claim that it’s your own?!”
“Don’t bother with a bastard like him, Brother Zabia. We’ll just beat him into submission!” Trot’s rage reached a fever pitch. This bastard actually dared to attack them because of a Palace even he himself couldn’t enter?! What a fucking scumbag!
The six of them couldn’t help but think that if their cultivations weren’t sealed, they’d only need one finger to kill this bastard. Yet, that old fogie hadn’t co to see them in years, what could they do?
“The things of the Golden Crown Crow Clan aren’t for those of the pitiful human race to lay their hands on. Die!”
Balor’s montum was overwhelming, but he was also cruel. He skinned them, chopped their hands and feet off, even boiling them in their own blood before hanging them from a stake for all to see. His torture knew no bounds… He didn’t blink once the entire ti…
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In that instant, the grey blob rescinded from Dyon’s sight, only remaining around the palace itself. Out from that point, every blade of grass beca as clear as day.
“Bring a black clothed individual of the Golden Crown Crow Clan.” Dyon’s voice rumbled through the field.
The eyes of the geniuses narrowed. What kind of joke was this? To challenge Balor like this, wasn’t he asking to die? They were simply too far away from Dyon for his bloodline’s pressure to be clear to them.
At that mont, a shadowy figure appeared from within the trees, his gait steady as he walked toward Dyon.
“Brother Balor, you don’t have to fight him! He’s not worthy of such a thing!” Two geniuses who could count as Balor’s cousins clamoured. They had been among the 15 total geniuses that entered Chaos Universe, but Balor was more of a lone wolf, so they left him alone. But, they still wanted to curry a favor with this cousin of theirs to improve their rank in the Clan.
“You are their leader?” Ignoring the words of his cousins, Balor spoke to Dyon, his eyes hidden behind his hood.
Dyon turned toward the beast clan geniuses for the first ti. Even while being tens of miles away from them, his appearance was clear. Not only were they beasts, giving them added physical gifts, but they were also celestials. Seeing from so far away was an easy feat for them.
‘So handso!’ Kaa’s green-purple eyes shone with a bright light, the heat in her belly blazing with an added fire.
Silver Fang’s wives looked away, pretending not to see the curious glance their husband gave them after they didn’t manage to hide their reaction to Dyon’s appearance. He looked much different now that his face wasn’t disfigured with wounds.
‘Hmph, I still prefer Lord Husband.’ Vera mumbled to herself.
However, while the won were lost in their own dream land, Dyon’s expression never wavered. It was just that his aura had beco so concentrated that it hovered around a small distance from him.
“I’ll take your silence as acceptance.” Balor continued lightly. “Since you seem to also believe that you can attempt to take what is mine from , your fate will be worse than theirs.”
Dyon’s foot slowly raised into the air.
At this mont, the eyes of Balor’s cousins flashed. “How dare you attack Brother Balor!”
They flashed forward, passing by Balor in the blink of an eye and appearing before Dyon. But, before their fists could land, Dyon’s foot had descended. In an instant, Dyon crossed tens of miles, shattering his previous limits to appear before Balor.
Before Balor’s eyes could even widen in shock, Dyon’s hand had already fiercely wrapped around his throat while his other tore Balor’s cloak from his body, revealing the face of an ugly and pale young man.
“Do you really believe that you’re my opponent?” Dyon growled, his aura causing Balor’s eyes to finally widen in fear. “You’ve killed three of my brothers… Your only path is death!”
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