Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 83: Chirps (3)

Dyon stood in the air, a halo of golden wings blooming to his back. As though that wasn’t enough, his soul qi surged into his mind, causing a halo of blinding white light to appear above his head.

His battle changpao, embroidered with silver and gold whipped violently under his aura.

“I think it’s about time.” Dyon said softly.

In the beginning, no one understood what he meant. But in the next moments, they felt a shiver of fear course down their spines.

A brilliant array appeared to Dyon’s back. It spanned just over a hundred meters, shimmering like beautiful white and black crystals. However, this array was decidedly incorporeal… It lacked any real substance and looked like more of a figment of the imagination than anything else.

But that was when the world trembled.

Surges of incomprehensibly large amounts of heavenly blessings descended from the skies, causing the incorporeal array to expand massively.

100 meters… 200… 300… 600… 700…

BOOM!

The world almost collapsed. An array spanning an entire kilometer pulsed with life. If before it seemed imaginary, now… It couldn’t be more real.

Power surged into Dyon’s body, surging through his veins with naked abandon.

Long ago, Dyon realized the comprehension necessary to improve his fire intent to a dao was within him all along. However, he hadn’t done so for two reasons. Firstly because he wanted to lay a stronger foundation, but more importantly because he didn’t know how he would react to a deeper comprehension of Chaos…

But now, he was supremely confident in his mental state.

In these moments, as his soul qi swam within his mind, he felt as though the whole world was open to him. But more shocking was that he could faintly sense that one of the most mysterious of the six halos, one holding streaking golden lighting in the shape of a dragon, had eagerly begging him to allow it in.

The sense of familiarity was unmatched. Much like his fire intent, Dyon felt that this lightning too could surge to the dao realm as he pleased.

The fire and lightning that had always coated his golden wings grew more violent.

Even Dyon hadn’t expected this. The golden lightning had remained dormant for so long that he thought he might never sense its acceptance. Who knew that at the moment he needed it most… It would welcome him with open arms.

[Author’s Note: Quick refresher for those who need it. Dyon’s manifestation came with 6 halos of power. The weapon’s pagoda. The single eye. His white flames. His black flames. His crown. And the golden lightning he awakened during the second trial after being ran through the golden lightning that appeared after Amphorae became the creator of Music Will].

An instant later, something that Chenglei could hardly believe happened.

The once blue and bright skies had been completed coated by the portal to his Death Realm. Even now, the swirling portal of black still allowed black skeletal creatures to descend, filling the battlefield with ravings of creatures of the dark.

However, all of this changed in but a moment.

The skies began to rumble, the sound of thunder leaping and bounding through the air.

It was then the sky became dark for a reason entirely different than Chenglei’s portal to the underworld.

The bane of yin had always been lightning. Since time immemorial, this had always been the case. However, those who could control lightning were too few and the price for doing so was heavy.

One only needed to look toward the Ragnor Clan to understand. Their Clan was created in thanks to an ancestor who was blessed with luck and received a lightning legacy. However, the survival rate of their geniuses was extremely low because of this.

Thanks to their great lightning affinity, their lightning tribulations was incomprehensibly more difficult, resulting in the vast majority of them dying. In reality, much of their evil deeds could be traced back to this reason. In order for the Clan to survive until now, they felt they were forced to commit these evil acts in order to mitigate their disadvantages.

Though Dyon understood this, he had no respect for it. But, these matters were irrelevant now… What was relevant was the golden lightning descending from the skies, shattering the portal to Chenglei’s Death Realm, and forcing him to cough up blood.

A second array pulsed to life to Dyon’s back, raging with an intent no less than that of his fire dao.

It crackled with malice and power, radiating an irritating sound akin to millions of chirping birds.

[Author’s Note: Shout out to Kakashi].

No matter how confident they had been in their power before, Lionel and Eve couldn’t help but turn pale. Lionel had been so proud in his fire dao just moments ago, but before Dyon’s, just what was his worth?

Only Chenglei managed to keep his composure, his battle intent soaring as he roared into the skies, he massive body whipping toward Dyon.

Dyon’s hand stretched outward, a javelin of black flames wrapped in crackling golden lightning appearing in an instant.

“I did warn you all, did I not?”

His arm shot forward like a canon. Circles of bursting air spun around the attack launched toward the hordes of skeletal creatures.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

It was just a single attack, but tens of thousands of Chenglei’s army was wiped out in an instant. The morale surged once more as Dyon acted like the lightning god Zeus, raining bolts of vengeance downward. historical

The irony couldn’t have been more potent. It was Chenglei himself that said the one with the largest number of small fists wouldn’t win. And now, his words had come manifest.