Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Chapter 1831  Who Dares?

Suddenly, an explosion shook him awake from his thoughts. The scene before him was simply too shocking. Just moments ago, a sheet of black flames that looked more solid than a plate of steel abruptly appeared before the charging Eight. It happened so quickly that he didn't even get a chance to slow himself down before he crashed headlong into it. 'He didn't have to use his body as a medium for his will?!' Those who understood the significance of this felt their hearts tremble. To be able to activate one's will anywhere and without restriction like this… The flexibility you gained in battle was inconceivable! Dyon uproarious laughter filled the Gate. "Lesson one! Soul cultivators can use their divine sense as a medium to activate their wills!" Eight was broken and haggard in an instant. The solidification characteristic of Dyon's flames was potent enough, but the sheer chaotic violence and heat of them was another matter entirely. Eight didn't feel like he ran into a brick wall, he felt like he had slammed into a sheet of radioactive waste, his body was being destroyed from the outside in. Dyon's body began to flicker around madly. The fierce lion-like gaze of Eight attempted to keep track of him, but he was simply moving too fast. Now that Little Yang had also awakened his battle bloodline, Dyon had not only gained the spatial comprehension of the twins, but he had also finally gained the second affinity of the celestial hamster as well… time will! Using time will to influence living beings was far too difficult. Even Gin, who was a Kitsune of the Jikan Clan with time will affinity, was forced to sacrifice one of his tails just to slow Dyon down for a split second. Back then, Dyon's cultivation had been sealed and he had the body of a mere saint. If the price was so high for him, one could imagine what the price would be for a dao formation expert like Eight. However, Dyon had no intention of using his time will like this. Instead, he made use of it to make his soul strength amplify to an ungodly level. Decades ago, he created his [Split Minds Technique]. It allowed him to create arrays at speeds others couldn't imagine. Today, in his very own self-created technique, he reached the One with Self realm, perfectly fusing it with time will and making it near infallible. Right now, there was no one on the Mortal Plane who could form arrays as quickly as Dyon could. "[Shrink]!" The sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novelenglish.net . (ꜰ)ire.ɴet

Dyon spun Eight around in a circle, countless bloody spears shrunk to the form of needles pelting him continuously. With the power of [Carnage] shrunk to tenths of a centimeter, even if they didn't injure Eight, it felt as though every inch of his body was being pounded by a mallet.

The Shruti warriors felt numb. That was a Peak Dao Formation expert… Being toyed with as though he was a child! The Crimson Legion was enraged and tried to go and save their Commander, only to find a curtain of bloodied spears blocking their way. At that moment, the adorable little cauldron bobbed up and down as though to say: 'My turn, my turn!' Dyon laughed, his soul qi wrapping around the cauldron and forcefully expanding it to several hundred meters in an instant. "Lesson two! Always treat your pill cauldron well! They tend to have bad tempers!" The weight of a thousand worlds crashed down from above. It felt as though the whole Gate trembled, being forcefully sealed under the might of the Battle Cauldron. Eight felt his blood slow down to a crawl, his qi no longer moved to his will, he could only watch as a wall of black slammed down upon him, sending him body barreling through the air and through the ground below.  ...

The cauldron shrunk down to its original size, a bit of steam exiting its lid. The sound almost sounded like a whimpering pout, as though the little thing was disappointed with how weak its opponent was. This made sense. After all, as Orcus' main weapon, this little guy had done battle with Higher Existences before, how could it be satisfied with dao realm experts?

Dyon hand stretched outward, causing Eight's massive body to shoot up into the air and into his hand. Holding him in place, he waved his hand, dusting off the grime and dirt from his red-gold armor. "Is there a need to be so angry." Dyon said jokingly to Eight who was staring at him with daggers in his eyes. "I only said those words to provoke you. You know Glorianice's situation in BPA wasn't very good. After I killed four of your numbered warriors, she had no choice but to join me." A bit of enlightenment shone through the rage in Eight's crimson eyes. How could he not know how many people hated Glorianice in BPA? And because her Dream Panther race had such a pitiful reproductive rate, she didn't have large armies at her command like they did. So, she was in an even worse position. If she failed a mission she led that horribly, those who hated her would definitely not miss the opportunity to suppress her completely. In such a case, the Dream Panther race would be finished… "She's become a General of my Sacharro Clan. You should follow suit, or else someone else will really steal her away." "Who dares?!" Eight said in a rage. His heated breath caused Dyon's violet hair to whip about wildly. Dyon's nose scrunched up. "Before you see her, you should probably deal with that foul breath situation. I can practically see the meat carcasses you've eaten for the last century in there."

"I have no intention of joining you." Eight growled, not caring about Dyon's commentary. "I am not such a disloyal person. It's either you 

kill me here, or wait for my Crimson Legion to grow strong enough to lay your Sacharro Clan to waste and snatch my Glorianice back."

"Is that so?" Dyon said casually. "Will you maintain that stance even if I slaughter them all?"