Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1991  How Mighty

This single word reverberated through arena. Under its might, even the Heaven's Scroll flickered wildly as the Dragon Pillars began to tremble. A small cauldron over Dyon's shoulder bobbed with excitent. The Dragon King vibrated in response, entering Dyon's hand and extending outward to form a massive greater a half ter in width and over two ters in length. It had been a very long ti since Dyon used a true weapon in battle. Usually, he would casually forge one with his creation array. However, if there was ever an occasion that required him to be more serious, it was this one. "All of you back away!" Ancestor Giant roared. "This battle… None of you are qualified to take part in it!" The wizened Giant took a step forward, rising from the platform to et Dyon. Not far behind him, Ancestor Scholar followed. The mont they entered the battlefield, the Heaven's Scroll trembled as though rembering these forgotten warriors. A mont later, two nas were slowly etched in black. Yadre Porvarl … The Giant! Estein Sapientia … The Scholar! Even as they stepped forward, the seals placed on the Dragon King began to shatter one after another. How long had it been since Dyon gained the Dragon King by his side? He had long since known of the nurous seals placed on it. It was just that in the past, his strength hadn't been great enough to withstand the final seal. As a result of Dyon's own weakness, the Dragon King beca a blade known simply for its sharpness and sturdiness. It was no different from a mortal weapon except for the fact its structural integrity was beyond one's wildest imaginations. Even a Higher Existence attacking at full strength wouldn't so much as dent it. However, everything would change the mont the final seal shattered. "That's…!" Bane, Damaris' father, called out in shock. "… The Dragon King!" The old lizard had long since warned Dyon about using him in the presence of other Dragons. It would cause him to be hunted down by the Drago-Qilin lands. However, the current Dyon already stood near the pinnacle of the mortal plane. Even if they wanted to misunderstand and co after him… He would welco them with open arms! "Dad? You can't an?" Damaris paled. "Dyon has been the Dragon King all this ti?" Bane's brow furrowed. He had realized the sa thing every other Dragon Clan patriarch in attendance had. However, also just like him, he noticed that sothing was different about this situation. "No… The Dragon King… He was actually subdued!" Just as those words resounded, the reverberating sounds of the final seal shattering tore through the cooling atmosphere. In that instant, the Dragon King's blade underwent a massive transformation. Its body erupted into a sea of black fla, piercing toward the high heavens as a draconic roar shook the skies. Its once sleek spine and blade completely changed from a solid black tal to suddenly erupt with innurable cracks. No, they weren't cracks… But scales! Densely packed sheets of resplendent scales coated the blade, revealing veins of pure white beneath. The blade vibrated within Dyon's hand as though it had beco a living creature. A gorgeous royal blue array appeared to Dyon's back, his body instantly becoming coated in a crystalline blue armor. His skin glead like a polished gem, stepping into [Titan Emperor's Will: Act Two – Stage Three] without hesitation, his strength raising by 640 tis in an instant. The pressure Dyon exuded caused the Immortal Blood Gong array to tremble under his might. It seed that even the rise of the nine Dragon Pillars hadn't caused this much commotion. However, even this pressure paled in comparison to when six pairs of golden wings appeared to Dyon's back, hovering around a single ring of gold. Their beautiful forms gently flapped in the skies, radiating out a light that overshadowed everything in sight. Without another once of hesitation, Dyon flashed forward. He really wanted to see just how mighty a Higher Existence was! Dyon's body compared to Yadre's was no different from an ant to a deity, however his montum raged on as though it had no knowledge of such a thing. His movent beca profound and enigmatic. The sight of Estein's golden abacus appear in the air, a deep battle intent wafted from Dyon's body. His sword streaked downward as he flashed to dodge Yadre's fist. The booming strike shook the dragon pillars, but Dyon had already appeared above his wrist, his sword making contact with his skin. The sound of tal scraping tal disoriented the ears, causing Dyon's laughter to shake the skies. To think that his blade wouldn't leave a scratch. But this reality only served to light the fighting intent in his gaze all the more. A flurry of strikes erupted from Dyon's blade. One watching on could hardly believe their eyes. To see such beauty, such elegance, from such a crudely large sword… it didn't make sense. '[A Winter's Last Snowfall]…' Dyon's steps srized the eyes as he ran up Yadre's arm. Every swipe of his sword tore across the giant's robes, leaving faint white marks on his otherwise unblemished defenses. It didn't take much to understand that Yadre was thoroughly enraged. He was the esteed Ancestor of the Giants. Yet a youth barely a fraction of his age was using his arm as though it was a roadway. Unfortunately, though he could grasp the situation quickly enough to be enraged by this matter, Dyon was simply too fast. While he could fold space at will, Yadre and Estein were restricted from doing so under the scroll's presence. "Old Claw, are you really not going to make a move?!" Yadre roared. However the only response he received was silence. Old Claw had long since closed his eyes, pretending as though these matters had nothing to do with him. It seed that Dyon's promise of cleansing bloodlines hadn't completely fallen on deaf ears. Just when his words had finished, Dyon's grinning figure appeared above his shoulder.