Reaper of the Martial World

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Book 8: Chapter 98: Rock Bottom (2)

Madeleine’s body began to glow with a blinding golden light as she began to change once more.

Her hair became a shimmering white that wafted a golden fog, her eyes set into a similar hue, piercing through the skies. Her already white gown seemed to glow with an added purity, and her scent became intoxicating.

The reincarnation will was something only fire phoenixes and those with the Samsara Dao Heart could touch upon. It was a will so enigmatic that it bordered on untouchable.

A will that allowed one to reconstruct themselves… Even if one’s talent was among the lowest dregs of the martial world, as long as you were willing to punish yourself, you’d reach an unattainable height with enough perseverance.

However, what if you were already a heavenly defying talent? What if, even without your phoenix blood, you had a god grade constitution that put you above almost all talents in existence? And, what if that god grade constitution just broke through a new layer that should have taken several hundred years to master?

Madeleine found a new use for her reincarnation will. She purposely didn’t accept any healing and directly withstood almost a week of constant pain just for this very moment, the moment she could reconstruct herself.

If Madeleine had just had her constitution and nothing else, this form would only last a few seconds at most before disappearing. But, just like a well trained and reinforced muscle, Madeleine reincarnation will skyrocketed her abilities in an instant. Let alone a few seconds, Madeleine felt she could last ten minutes without incapacitating herself.

Suddenly, her control over atmospheric qi reached fear inducing levels. Even enigmatic qi responded to her call as though it had always been hers to begin with.

“My name is Madeleine Sacharro. My husband is Dyon Sacharro. Almost two weeks ago now, our Sacharro Clan became the victims of a vicious attack. Even to this day, the safety of my husband and my sister wives are unknown.

“If you choose to accept my story, I will allow you to leave. But, if you have any intention of making me or my husband your enemy, I, Madeleine Sacharro, will lay waste to you all.”

Madeleine gripped at the air, a swirl of enigmatic qi rushing toward her and the bird to her back.  

Her calm, white eyes scanned over the city. She didn’t need to hear their words, she could feel their emotions. She saw their hesitation.

“[Peacock’s Dance: First Feather].”

The majestic bird to Madeleine’s back morphed. First its violet color shifted, retaining some of the original, but adding beautiful and vibrant greens and blues. Then, it stood tall, revealing the form of an unblemished and arrogant peacock that stood atop the world to look down arrogantly.

Peacock’s Dance was a Legacy technique of Amethyst’s. It was one that Madeline had used many times before, but she had never been able to grasp its true quintessence. Madeleine simply wasn’t an arrogant individual. It was difficult for her to grasp the essence of such a bold beast.

But, today was different. She was enraged. So much so that she looked down on those below her as insects that dared to encroach upon the happiness her and her husband were trying to build for themselves.

Did they even know how hard Dyon was working everyday to save them? Did they even know that Dyon had already faced an enemy that threatened to take all their lives? Did they even understand the vice grip the Sapientia had on their lives?

She had seen it all. The work Dyon put in, the punishment he ravaged his body with, the toll he took on his mind.

Yet, these people wanted to see him as a villain? As an unreasonable person who acted as he pleased? Did they not see how much he cared? How much he protected them all?

“This…” Primus paled. This wasn’t the power of a celestial. This wasn’t even the power of a pseudo-dao expert. This was the power of a dao expert! “Impossible!”

Even as the words left his lifts, nine shimmering and gorgeous peacock feathers materialized into the skies. Without another drop of hesitation, one of them shot forward, piercing through the Golden Crow Sect armies below.

Damaris and Zaire’s attacks had seemed devastating before, but it was nothing in comparison to this.

Every sweep of the feather took thousands of lives, yet it seemed to have no end in sight.

“[Second Feather].”

Madeleine, who hated killing to her core, had been pushed to the edge. The worry she had tempered in her heart for so long had blown over into a seething rage that seemed to rival even Zaire’s Chaotic Heart.

There was no level of resistance. Lyla didn’t even have to lift a finger as Alax and Claire lost their lives. Their last thoughts were of regret… Just why had the provoked the Sacharro Clan? Why had they allowed their informer to manipulate them to death?

“[Third Feather].”

Madeleine was a one woman army. The devastation of a dao expert was unimaginable on a tier of celestials. On these celestial floors… Madeleine was near undefeatable!

An army that had taken them days to push this far… An army the Flaming Lily disciples had lost more than 100 000 sisters to… Wiped out in just a few minutes…

This was the power of First Empress Sacharro!