Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 87: Wreak (3)

“Is that so…” Dyon muttered. The light in his eyes disappeared. What once was a lustrous gold carrying sparkles of emerald that shone like stars became a near endless abyss.

“I won’t say it again.” Diasho Ren repeated. He didn’t stop Clara from retelling her story at all. He simply didn’t care. In fact, he wanted Dyon to know just how meaningless his face was to him.

A sword appeared in Dyon’s hand. There was no flashy movement. In fact, it almost seemed as though it had always been there, as though it had never left his hand to begin with.

The sword was plain. Just a simple black leather wrapped handle and a steel blade. No one had noticed because it happened too quickly, but this wasn’t a sword Dyon pulled from his spatial ring, it was one he randomly constructed with a creation array. It was no different from any other common grade weapon despite its finish being absolutely pristine.

“You want to go against our decision?”

Dyon didn’t respond, his dull expression met Ren’s gaze, tossing his soul into freezing waters.

“Ai, since it seems this man really can’t speak for you all, forget it, forget it.” Cal waved his hand, turning to leave. “Good luck to you all.”

True God Star grit his teeth.

“Put down your weapon, now!” He finally lost his cool, his eyes reddening to almost extreme degrees. It was as though all of their blood vessels popped at once.

Many voices began to pile on. If others could make the sacrifice for them, why not pile on?

Everyone was here aside from the Dragons who mysteriously hadn’t appeared this time around. Of those present, however, over 70% of them raised their voices, accusing Dyon of dragging them all down with him.

As long as a few made sacrifices, they could exchange half of their merits for an easier trial. Since it wasn’t their wives they were throwing away the dignity of, who cared?

Plus, True God Star was seen as the most powerful among them all. Even though Dyon ranked first, they were by now well aware that he had relied on his commanding expertise to perform so well. historical

Since even True God Star made sacrifices, who was Dyon to not make some of his own?

“… What about us! Don’t be so selfish!”

“Even True God Star is willing to make the necessary sacrifices, I don’t think you have the mental fortitude necessary to reach the top!”

“You want to throw us all into the abyss for your own personal gain?!”

Cal slowed his steps, finding this all to be very amusing. Were humans really so pathetic? They were jumping over each other to offer up their dignity.

‘They’re too calm.’ The Oracle Sprite gazed toward Dyon’s wives and the warriors to his back. Not a single one of them so much as raised an eyebrow.

“You can all die for all I care.” Dyon’s voice was soft, but held an irrepressible majesty that drowned out every voice but his own. “Having warriors like you by my side on a battlefield would only taint my sword.”

The crowd was stunned. They really hadn’t expected Dyon to respond in this way.

Only True God Hydra pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. ‘These idiots. Haven’t they been paying attention? This man does whatever the hell he wants. Do you really think he’s only so arrogant because of his backing?’

True God Hydra had been there of the Golden Flame Mystical World when a mere peak saint Dyon made fools of countless peak celestials. He hadn’t had any Sacharro Clan to rely on back then, but hadn’t he still brought the Golden Crow Sect to its knees?

It was as though they had wiped his countless exploits from their minds. Mob mentality was truly too ridiculous.

“In fact… Since all of you dare to agree with these people… I think it’s best you just die now.”

Dyon’s voice was faint, but the moment it fell, his sword trembled slightly.

Blinding lights of sword qi passed around Diasho Ren’s body. He couldn’t even react to their speed, he hardly even perceived their existence before hundreds of bloody holes were drawn in just as many heads.

Dead bodies fell with a light thud one after another. They hadn’t even had the chance to resist… Each of them had been crown geniuses of their Sects and Clans. But now they were nothing but corpses.

‘Aiya, he really did it. Fucking madman.’ True God Hydra looked into the skies, sighing.

Diasho Ren slowly looked down at himself, his expression completely frozen.

In the next instant, his clothes burst apart, leaving nothing but his naked body behind.

Clara’s stifled laughter suddenly sounded in the dead silence. “Yikes, how small… No wonder he didn’t dare to run around in the nude.”

Dyon’s sword trembled once more and a piercing scream left Diasho Ren’s lips. Men all around clamped their legs shut, unable to gaze as the bloody storm that now resided on his crotch.

Dyon walked past his screaming, crumpled up figure. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, he had made his way to Cativa and True God Star. He hardly took notice of Terren who stood just a few meters from them.

“You speak for me, do you?”

True God Star’s expression froze.

“No one has ever spoken for me. Least of all a spineless coward. His punishment with be severe and long lasting. But yours… Since you led all of these people to their deaths… Why don’t you just die too?”

True God Star opened his mouth to speak, but he could have never known that Dyon would use this opening to shove a sword through his lips and out the back of his head, pinning him to the very pillar that Armament Sprite female just put up.

The shock in his eyes was clear. Never in his wildest dreams did he think such a thing would happen.

Lower your head to survive, right? Wasn’t that what his father said?

‘I was… lowering my head to the wrong person…’

Those were his last thoughts as the light in his eyes dimmed, the expression of shock still clearly painted on his once handsome face.

Dyon’s gaze turned toward Terren whose own gaze had become quite serious. He only now realized he had no ability to see through this young man.  

“You could have done whatever you wanted to these people. But since you’ve decided to touch one of my own, you don’t need your life anymore.”

Terren, who had been planning on negotiating peace, believing that even if this young man dared to kill those of the tower quadrants, he would never dare to touch him, was suddenly stunned silly.

“You actually dare to touch me at the heart of Sprite Alliance terri –!”

A new sword appeared in Dyon’s hand. It was once more as though it had already been there, like it had never left his side.

Those watching on believed that even if Dyon easily killed True God Star, he couldn’t possibly do the same for a genius of the Sprite Alliance, right? If even True God Star lowered his head, what could Dyon do?

Unfortunately for them, they were fools. They had no idea that True God Star was in fact far stronger than this Terren individual. But, he died to Dyon just the same.

Terren’s neck became a bloody fountain, spewing upward as his head twirled in the air. His disbelieving gaze seared into the minds of everyone here.

Dyon threw his sword onto the ground as though it had been dirtied by killing such scum.

Soon, his smile returned, his oppressive aura completely vanishing.

“Let’s go. I never planned on wasting time in this place to begin with.”

It was then that those left were given another shock. They thought that Dyon would return to the tower quadrants in an attempt to hide. Cal had even started to sneer.

But who could have guessed that Dyon would instead walk toward the tall, looming grey walls?

His fist shot outward once. It didn’t seem very special at all. In fact, it seemed weak.

‘What is he doing? That Wall could keep in even middle dao experts!’ The Oracle Sprite thought in shock.

But that was when those looming walls came crumbling down. It wasn’t just a small hole, but rather every bit of it crumbled to fine dust, revealing the bright, high sun.

Dyon didn’t even look back. Why should he? His wives were by his side and his Demon Generals followed his steps.

Since he was going to wreak havoc in the Sprite Alliance, why not do so in grand fashion?