Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 44: Palm (2)

Dyon directly leaped upward, controlling the golden yacht to the nearest teleportation formation.

After sweeping by Celestial Corner to take the lightning willow mask from his clone, he and Ri teleported to Water Mist Quadrant, appearing within Water City, a downtown of sorts located outside of the Sect. With another teleportation, they appeared before the large gated entrance of the Water Mist Sect.

The female guards didn’t make any attempt to stop Ri since they recognized her. That said, they hesitated slightly when they saw Dyon, unsure if they should allow him in easily or not.

Before they could react, Dyon had already glided by, leaping upon Ri’s Centauress along with her.

Centauress galloped across the skies, her large body casting a shadow over the Sect as they cut a straight line toward Ri’s island.

In the distance, the sight of three females being dragged by their hair out of Ri’s courtyard caused Dyon to frown. Their three delicate faces were flush with anger, but the punishment faction of the water mist sect didn’t seem to care.

“What are you doing?!” Ri’s voice carrier over the blue waters, piercing the ears of the punishment faction ladies.

Two young ladies stood watching this affair with light smiles on their faces. These two were none other than the only two true Legatees of the Water Mist Sect, both of whom were of the 8^th Grade.

However, just this fact alone wasn’t enough to shake Dyon. The real issue was that they were both already in the pseudo-dao realm. Even if Dyon hadn’t lost 9 orders worth of fighting prowess, he would have a massive problem facing the two of them. But, now that he had, it could only be said that he stood not a single chance.

The three punishment faction females, dressed in tight and alluring white leather attire, pretended as though they couldn’t hear Ri’s words at all. What a joke. Two Legatees were here overseeing them, what was a Ri who wasn’t even a pseudo-dao expert worth?

In truth, the moment Ri recovered from the effects of the martial saint pill, she had come looking for Anabella to take advantage of her probationary period. Who would have guessed that the Mist Clan would be shameless to the point of hiding her away under the guise of ‘secluded cultivation’?

This matter had already pissed Ri off. But, since Dyon called her to go with him back to Earth, she decided to cool off with the equivalent of a small vacation with her husband.

It wasn’t excessively important for her to become the Legatee, however, challenging Anabella would give her the Water Mist Sect’s key which was an incredibly important resource. Obviously, these two Legatees here weren’t able to challenge Anabella due to Sect rules, but Ri wasn’t restricted by the same laws. historical

But, here was the Mist Clan, acting out of their bounds again.

These three females being dragged out of Ri’s courtyard were none other than the three 7^th Order disciples whom the key wielder should have been chosen amongst. But, since they weren’t of the Mist Clan, they never got the chance to reach their full potential. The worst part was that the Mist Clan had suppressed them after they entered the Celestial Realm, causing all three to still be lower celestials.

At that moment, Dyon’s Presence descended in full force. Well, with as much full force as King grade Presence would give him. Since he was acting as Jaws now, he couldn’t unleash his Emperor grade Presence.

The white leather clad punishment faction women froze in place, their bodies trembling. As normal disciples, how could they have Presence protection treasures?

Although King grade Presence wasn’t even a single percent as powerful as Emperor level Presence, one had to remember that King level Presence was still the staple of True Gods!

“When my wife is speaking, you listen. Ignore her again and I don’t mind painting Water Mist Sect waters red.”

The two complacent Legatees froze, their blue hair freezing over into icicles. This wasn’t the act of someone else, but rather that their own anger was getting the best of them.

“This is our Water Mist Sect, not your Elvin Kingdom! Learn when to take a step back, or we won’t mind teaching you a lesson!”

Both wore beautiful blue mage gowns, however, one was significantly shorter than the other. Though they weren’t absolute beauties, they were still pseudo-dao experts and thus had a small grasp of enigmatic energy. As such, they were still far above average after being cleansed.

The taller was known as Empress Caliope, while the shorter was called Empress Amelia. As for the one who spoke, it was the taller Caliope.

The only way to break someone out of another’s Presence was to either have more powerful or equal Presence than the attacker, or to give the one affected a treasure that can combat it.

Unfortunately, the Empress level trials didn’t give the opportunity to comprehend King grade Presence, which was the only reason why Ri and Madeleine didn’t have King grade Presence already. And, even if it did, these two weren’t worthy of being True Gods.

As for the second option, that was even less likely. Giving the punishment faction disciples such a treasure would mean giving up their own. Wouldn’t that be asking Dyon to use his Presence against them? They could already feel that Dyon’s Presence was somehow still affecting them, how could they take such a risk?

But, they were completely embarrassed by the fact they couldn’t protect their own subordinates. This was definitely a vicious slap to the face…

In the end, they could only use the Water Mist Sect to threaten Dyon.