"You've kept secrets from us, oh Unblemished One." Supre Spiritual emphasized his words appropriately to make it quite obvious that he was dripping with sarcasm.
How many years had he chased for Luna's affection? Only to find out she had actually spread her legs for a boy. He most definitely wouldn't let this one go.
"Wrong. I've been keeping my business, my business." Luna replied without a care.
"Well now it's beco our business." Supre Oracle said lightly. "This matter will greatly affect the Faith of our Sprite Alliance, and at such a crucial ti as well."
"Oh? And what would you have do?"
"Denounce your daughter as being little troublemaker and have her retract her words as a joke. As for this Dyon Sacharro, personally and publicly killing him should end these matters cleanly. Then we will allow these matters to drop."
The one who laid the final nail was none other than Supre Armant.
...
"So this is the decision you've made, hm…" Dyon's expression was dull.
This so-called Sprite Alliance was really pushing their luck…
In this life, their plan to capture his daughter failed. But, hadn't they succeeded in the last?
Just what kind of life had his Little Alauna lived then? Jade never ntioned her existence even once, so did that an she died before Dyon could ever et her? And what of Luna? Did that an the mother of his child suffered a horrible life as well?
What kind of tornt were they subjected to? How many days did they spend hating the world and everything in it? How many thoughts of hatred had his little girl had toward the absent father she had never t…?
Dyon's dull gaze began to boil over.
Alauna felt the change in her father's emotions. She didn't know exactly what happened, but her playful deanor faded away. Had she gone too far? Did she cause too much trouble this ti?
"Little Alauna." Dyon said softly.
"Yes, dad?"
"Dad is sorry."
The gentle tone in Dyon's voice made Alauna's eyes involuntarily glisten with tears. She had lived such a carefree life under Dyon's protection. She could practically rember all of the tis she had ever cried in her life, and even then many of them weren't out of true sadness.
Dyon smiled a sad smile, bringing his daughter to face him and lightly pinching her cheek.
"I actually had thoughts of letting those who wronged you live… I'm a failure as a father. I hope you'll forgive ."
"Dad…" Alauna looked up at Dyon, finding it difficult to control her emotions.
"Watch carefully." Dyon continued gently. "Dad is going to wash this Sprite Capital in blood.
"Apology? I don't want one any longer. This is a blood debt that will be paid. To dare lay hands on my daughter… The Sprite Alliance deserves to be obliterated on this day."
Dyon had never in his life blad the subordinates of a Clan or Sect for the wrongs of their Heads. Whenever he sought revenge, he forced those who had acted as catalysts to pay their dues, and allowed those who had little to do with the matter to live.
He fancied himself as a man who showed rcy. But ti and ti again, he found his blade dulling. How many tis already in the last few decades had he had to remind himself to maintain his sharpness? But hadn't he almost failed to do so once again?
Dyon's Dao Heart grew another stage brighter, shimring with blinding rainbow lights.
This was a Sprite Alliance that tried to lay hands on his daughter. A Sprite Alliance that forced his child to live a life of tornt even if it was on another plane of existence.
Yet, how was he going to make them pay? By slapping their faces a few tis? Toying around with their younger generation? Forcing them to concede so resources?...
HOW WERE THESE THINGS COMPARABLE?
"Die."
Countless sword lights erupted from Dyon's body as a bloody massacre ensued.
With every blade, another head flew into the skies. With every death, his Dao Heart grew firr and brighter.
Alauna watched this scene with tears in her eyes. Only now did she regret her actions from before. She felt that she was truly too selfish back then.
Even as her father killed, she buried her head into his chest, sobbing quietly as she blad herself.
"Don't bla yourself." Dyon said with a bright smile. Even as he slaughtered, the words he spoke to his daughter never lost their softness. "You've truly helped dad today."
"But dad… Your body."
Dyon grinned. "Even if this father of yours is on his death bed, there is no one in existence worthy of standing before him!"
Alauna knew her father's words were ridiculous. However, there was still an inexplicable part of her heart that believed him.
Wasn't this how it always was? Dyon's own father was a re mortal, but even to this day, Dyon felt he was the strongest man he had ever t. Dao experts? Higher Existences? Transcendents? They couldn't hold a candle to his father!
The love of a father was as tall as a mountain and the protection of his back was as sturdy as one.
Dyon wanted his little girl to know that even if she poked a hole through the skies above, he would be there to cover it up. Even if those skies themselves fell, he would be there to catch it!
Elder after elder fell. When had such a scene ever occurred to the Sprite Alliance? Let alone in their Capital City?! But here it was, happening before them all.
Dyon killed them one after another as though he was slaughtering chickens. They couldn't even raise a hand to defend themselves. They could only watch in despair as Dyon reaped their lives.
Spectators found themselves speechless. Even the continuously comnt Sapientia Clan individuals were completely mum.
Bowaye hovered behind Dyon, his expression colored with shock. But slowly, his gaze began to burn like a torch, searing their presence into his back.
It was then that a roar of anger shook the skies. It seed the true powerhouses had begun to appear.
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