Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 133: Bloody Precendent (3)

The ease with which Dyon dealt with the flames caused those around him to clench their fists in awe. It became clear to them just how seriously, or rather, casually, he had taken a trial they were forced to put their lives on the line for. Maybe his words about keeping them all safe weren’t empty.

Of the Flaming Lily Sect disciples, the only ones not here were Yandevere and Sabona who had long since gone ahead. Of course, Madeleine could have followed them, but she stayed behind to be with Dyon. She knew that if she went on ahead, Dyon would forget about his training for her sake, and that was something she didn’t want to happen.

This aside, it didn’t take long for those around to understand just what was happening.

The ample chests of the Fire Bird Sisters raise and fell in anger. As for the Gaia Princes, their anger was no less furious. Their sects had already taken such a massive hit due to the Golden Crow Sect and now they had done such a thing?!

The truth was that as peak celestials, they could have charged ahead long ago. The only reason they stayed back was specifically because they didn’t want to stir any trouble. Who would have thought that things would end this way anyway?!

Maybe the worst part was that they were only in this situation in large part due to the Goldeen family to begin with. Not only had they lost many of their fellow disciples to their schemes, but their sects were forced to cede massive amounts of their resources to the Flaming Lily Sect. Now, they even wanted to cut off their opportunity to recover some of those losses?!

Dyon sneered inwardly. ‘The Golden Crow Sect is definitely taking advantage of the stupidity of the Flaming Lily Sect. Or rather, should I say that they have the luxury to do so because they’ve long since planted their people to ensure that things will always work out in their favor.’

What would have been the smartest course of action after the Golden Crow Sect betrayed their two allies for the sake of saving face? Wouldn’t it have been to take those allies for yourself to back stab the Golden Crow Sect? So… Why had that not happened?

Of course, Dyon believed that it was in part due to true anger. But, if he was correct, he speculated that some hidden members of their upper echelon egged things on in that direction. Those individuals guaranteed that while those two lesser sects hated the Golden Crow Sect, they’d also hate the Flaming Lily Sect as well!

Unfortunately for them, their opponent was no longer just the already brainwashed members of the Flaming Lily Sect. Now, they had to deal with Dyon Sacharro.

The Golden Crow Sect hadn’t been stupid enough to send their members to stop The Gaia Princes and the Fire Bird Sisters. However, Dyon had made it look like that by clearing away the flames to reveal everyone.

Maybe if the five of them looked closer, they would have noticed that the dozen disciples sent by God Goldeen were far too weak to deal with them. But, Dyon had no intention of allowing them the time to realize this. Since those two sects had no qualms about participating in oppressing his wife, he’d have no qualms about using them!

Dyon’s eyes darkened before flashing with a blinding gold light.

Twelve blood red arrays appeared before him in the next moment, filling the atmosphere with a suffocating killing intent as just as many ruby-red spears slowly inched into existence.

Let alone the dozen disciples facing this attack, even those spectating felt a cold sweat cover their backs and foreheads. They felt as though they had stepped into a world of blood and gore, even the skies above rained with thick, crimson blood.

“Judgement… [Carnage].”

No one noticed the small flickering black flames on the tips of these spears. They were overwhelmed by far too much fear… In fact, maybe the only one who remained completely nonchalant was Madeleine who was confident that even if her husband dripped with this killing intent, it would never be aimed toward her.

In the next moment, the spears tore through the air, causing blazing rings of fire to erupt in their path. From beginning to end, the twelve disciples didn’t even have a chance to speak… Emperor level Presence wasn’t something they could fight off… It was almost as though they were pleading for death…

Without the ability to protect themselves, the twelve now headless bodies burned to nothing, dissipating into the solar wind.

Dyon looked down at his hand, rotating and clenching it. It seemed that the first iteration of his Judgement technique was no longer that much of a burden for him to use. He wouldn’t even imagine making 12 arrays at once before.

“Thank you.” Five voices sounded toward Dyon as they lowered their heads to display their sincerity.

Dyon raised his eyebrows before smiling lightly. He hadn’t expected such a sincere response. He almost felt bad for manipulating them like this.

“It’s no problem, I would have had to get rid of them anyway.”

The five of them gave Dyon a deep glance before shooting forward. Since they would face adversity at the back anyway, they’d much rather lose out at the front. historical

Seeing them disappear so quickly, Dyon shook his head. It was a good thing that those ahead had long since entered the Mystical World, or else they might start raising questions about why they hadn’t been stopped a second time.

Looking around to see that everyone was fine, Dyon nodded. “Good. Let’s go. It seems that not enough individuals understand how I operate… I guess I only have myself to blame for staying out of the spotlight for so long… A precedent of blood needs to be set.”

Dyon waved his hands, enveloping the disciples in flames of white before charging forward, the thought of murder prevalent in his mind.