Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 279: Demon (6)

Despite the danger of the situation, Dyon casually swung his halberd before placing it into his spatial ring.

His wings flapped gently, allowing him to descend on the pillar of shame.

He sat cross legged, closing his eyes. Although his broad sword was still below, he didn’t move it now. There was no point, after all, he was still following his master’s instructions. historical

Despite Dyon’s actions, no one left. After he showed off his true battle prowess, even the Devil Cultivators were feeling apprehensive.

Among the 15 or so of them, it was clear that only Lilith and Sokzac could fight Dyon. However, it had to be said that they still believed that Dyon wasn’t suppressed.

The only way they could guarantee beating Dyon was if they went all out, however, doing so right now was very inconvenient. This was because all of those here were from various quadrants. If their identity as Devil Cultivators were exposed in this environment, they would be in just as much danger as Dyon.

Therefore, they could only wait for others to act. As such, Sokzac didn’t attack again.

Obviously, Dyon was aware of this because he knew they were Devil Cultivators. It was a simple deduction for him after this.

At this very moment, though, the two enemies that Dyon was seeking were in fact in Cathedral City. It was just that the formerly domineering Master of Soul Rending Peak had his head lowered as he jovially played host to two men, one young and the other middle aged.

To his side, Violet sat like the elegant young lady of noble family, pretending to aloof. But, she couldn’t hold back a slight smile when she noticed the young man looking at her with a heated gaze.

When she first met Dyon, she wanted to kill him for ruining her innocence with his naked body although she was the one who stumbled upon him bathing. It was only after she saw his battle prowess that she made him a candidate to be her husband. This was confirmed for her after he easily defeated Arthurian.

She was quite a shallow person. She wanted a husband that was very handsome, but also very powerful. Although Dyon was the most handsome man she had seen in her lifetime, it wasn’t until she knew he had power that she pursued him.

Although this young man fell short of Dyon’s appearance by a decent margin, Violet was certain that Dyon couldn’t match his power. After all, they were high-ranking members of the 53^rd quadrant. Weighing both of her requirements, she decided that this young man was another viable candidate.

While Violet’s thoughts were of nonsensical things, her father’s were more erratic. The central bell had rung several minutes ago by now, yet the middle-aged man insisted on finishing his meal first.

The truth was that they were long-time friends. The Master had met him during a quest he undertook on the celestial floors back in the day and it was because of this friend that the Master and Violet were able to find out about Soul Market. However, this friend of his was a bit eccentric.

The middle-aged man loved food to the point of dying. This wasn’t due to any real fault of his own, but because their family technique’s fatal flaw was its excessive drain on energy. Although their bodies brimmed with power, they were constantly hungry.

A hardy laugh in between gasps of food rang out. “Brother Marco, what are you so anxious for? Enjoy the food! We haven’t met in centuries yet you’re still so uptight. Look at how beautiful your daughter is, what could you possibly have to frown about?”

The Master’s real name was Marco Ricci. Although he hid this from being public knowledge so as not to attract the attention of the 74^th quadrant bastard who took his wife as a concubine, it wasn’t a surprise that his long-time friend would know.

The Master released a long sigh. “The years have been hard Brother Aldo.”

“Ah yes,” Aldo suddenly slapped his leg, “Where’s Little Sister Giralda? How come she hasn’t come to greet her brother in law? Hm? It can’t be that she doesn’t want to see me, no?”

Aldo slapped his broad chest, “I, Aldo, am a man. Does she believe I cannot handle rejection?”

A pained expression flashed in Marco’s eyes. Many years ago, his wife chose him over Aldo despite the fact he was from a lesser background. But… These days, he felt that maybe it would have been better for her to choose Aldo instead, at least then she wouldn’t have been subjected to such treatment.

No matter how eccentric Aldo was, he was a good man and a good friend. Despite being rejected, he didn’t alienate himself from the couple and was even there for their wedding and Violet’s birth. Now… Marco felt like he was the one who let his friend down by not protecting Giralda well.

This was why Marco never blamed Violet for her conduct. He felt that it was his fault that his daughter had become this way. If he had the ability to protect his wife, her mother, why would Violet insist on choosing a man based on such vain reasonings?

Violet didn’t even blink an eye when her mother was mentioned. To her, her mother was nothing but a stupid woman who made a decision that didn’t give her the best life she could have had. If her father was Aldo instead, how great would that be?

Aldo frowned when saw Marco’s reaction as an anxious feeling overwhelmed him.

He stopped eating and looked at his friend seriously. “What happened?!”