Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 284: Come to Know His Name (5)

After the initial shock wore off, Dyon breathed out. In reality, he was all but done here. He didn’t actually care whether these people thought he raped Violet or not. However, the issue now was leaving safely. There was also the fact that he definitely needed to enter the mystical world.

Plus, because he exposed the teleportation array, it meant that the old witch would never let him go. But, the reason he didn’t think too much about it was because even if he didn’t, none of them would let him go to begin with.

He had escaped Soul Market, which meant he knew about it. It was thus within his means to expose them, so how could they allow that?

Dyon frowned because Violet’s shrieking still hadn’t stop. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll kill you.”

Despite the situation, Violet was as enraged as a mother bird who had one of her eggs stolen. “How dare a eunuch do this to me???!!! My uncle Kong will kill you!” historical

“Castrated?” Dyon started laughing. “You think you have the qualifications to castrate me?!”

A blazing yang qi erupted from Dyon’s body, causing Violet’s eyes to widen with shock. It was impossible for a castrated man to emit yang qi because losing their reproductive organs was as good as cutting off that path from them forever.

The very reason men could use yang qi but women couldn’t if because of their lower regions. The fact Dyon’s yang qi was this vigorous, even instilling fear in the surrounding celestials, made it very obvious that his nether regions were very much intact.

In the distance Donari clapped, grinning madly. He felt that Violet was very much deserving of this treatment.

“I’ve never met such an arrogant 2 out of 10!” Donari laughed.

Hearing Donari’s words, Dyon couldn’t help but laugh as well, causing Violet and her father to cough up blood in anger.

To the side, Enzo held his father up, his eyes trembling with killing intent toward Dyon.

Their Kong family had such heavy pressures, and although his father wasn’t their top expert, he was the successor of the clan. For him to lose an entire arm meant more than just losing an arm. It had to be remembered that meridians were the corner stones of cultivation. Losing an arm was the equivalent of lose 9 meridians. That was an entire grade!

It didn’t take a genius to understand the importance of grades and cultivation.

Aldo, despite being suppressed to 50% of his power, sent the Master flying with a single punch despite being only a single grade above him. Falling a grade was as good as halving your power!

Dyon dusted the dirt off of his bare torso before leaping on top of the defensive array that forced Violet to kneel. Then, he rode her into the skies, calmly making his way back as though he wasn’t using the master of a sect’s daughter as a steed.

Violet screeched in anger. “GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF OF ME!”

The Master’s eyes bled red, but he didn’t dare to take a step forward. He could see by how easily Dyon manipulated the array that killing his daughter would take a single thought.

The celestials didn’t bother to stop Dyon either, they were very much enjoying this show. After all, they still didn’t Dyon was aware of Soul Market because the nunnery’s Mother was still looking for a way to not have to compensate them for their help.

“Release her!” Enzo roared in a rage, still propping up his father.

Dyon laughed, ignoring Enzo and training his eyes on the Master. “You don’t deserve to be the head of my Soul Rending Peak. Not only are you weak, you’re corrupt and spineless. It’s best you directly hand your duties over to me.”

An uproar sounded through disciples. Were they truly about to have a change in Masters?

200 or so years ago, when Violet’s father came back, he took advantage of a challenger rule to become the new Master, replacing the former master, Donari’s father – the head of the Caedes family.

Therefore, not only was there precedent, no one dared to look down on Dyon. He had defeated their master in one punch… If he wasn’t worthy of leading the sect, who was?

The White Mother’s brow twitched when she heard this. If Dyon really became the new leader of Soul Rending Peak, it would be impossible to get rid of him.

The reason was simple. The Mystic level technique used to transfer souls to their buyers was protected under strict layers of defensive and killing arrays. In order to maintain leverage and afford his daughter extra protection, the Master directly took control of these proceedings, never giving The Cathedral full reign over the technique.

It had to be remembered that the Devil Cultivators were not always here. This meant, for the most part, the Master was the strongest expert of the 98^th quadrant. Who could stop him if he wanted to do something?

With the Master’s symbol of Soul Rending Peak, all of their plans would completely fall through.

It was just a shame that the Mother didn’t know that Soul Market’s situation was worse than she thought.  

The Master grit his teeth. “Release my daughter and I’ll directly give you the Master Symbol.”

Dyon thought for a bit before shrugging. His anger, for the most part, had been vented.

“Wait.” Donari’s father suddenly stepped forward. “If there’ll be an exchange of the Master Symbol, I too would like to participate.”

The White Mother’s eyes lit up hearing this as she too stepped forward. “So would I.”

Before the Master could get angry about these two greedy fools playing around with his daughter’s life, another voice called out, filled with ridicule.

“You’re both too weak.” Sokzac stepped forward, his handsome face plastered with a sneer as his long black hair gently blew in the wind.