Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Suddenly, the sound of a sword unsheathing caused Dyon to turn his attention back to Rand.

"I'll only give you one chance. Take out your weapon now, or else you won't know how you died!"

A sound that sounded like half a laugh and half a scoff escaped from Dyon's lips. "Against you? I don't need my weapon."

Surprising those around, Rand didn't get angry. Instead, he sneered, brandishing his double edged sword with two hands.

He crouched forward, pushing his sword forward. His body seemed to disappear, as though the tip of his sword was the only thing left on his person, as though it was the only thing left in this world.

Dyon nodded slightly. "Not bad." He could tell that Rand's attainments in sword will weren't shallow, but he had yet to break into the intent level. Some wills were simply harder to break through in compared to others, and the sword was especially difficult. In fact, weapon type wills in general were extremely difficult to progress despite not being supreme laws. It was for this reason that despite his overwhelming talent in all weapons, Dyon's Weapon's Master Supreme Law was still at the first will level.

Of course, that was also because Dyon had comprehended it with his life on the line and his soul was sealed soon afterward. However, that was only one way to look at it. The other way to look at it was that despite Dyon's overwhelming comprehension abilities, despite the fact he could learn death will to the intent level in just a few months, despite the fact his comprehension was vastly improved while his soul was burning, and despite the fact he was fighting with his life on the line, he still couldn't push past the level of a first will.

Just imagine that, a person with the soul strength nearing a half-step transcendent couldn't progress in a will even when given a few hours. What a joke! Any dao formation expert right now could randomly pick up a will they had never studied in their lives and learn it to the peak of the will level in moments. That was the level their comprehension reached.

That was the exact position Dyon was in. Although he had burned his soul to reach that level, it had still been there… Yet, none of that mattered in the face of the supreme law of weapons…

"Hmph." Rand snorted, not allowing Dyon's bland compliment affect him. "Knight's Honor. First Slash. Scorpion's Sting!"

A blinding flash of light erupted from Rand as his sword qi coalesced in pulses, growing into a massive sphere, then condensing into a sword tip, then repeating.

A moment later, his foot violently slammed into the ground, propelling him forward as speeds an essence gatherer couldn't match up to. It was clear he had earned his Duke title by grasping it in his own hands.

"Die!" Rand's Presence erupted, bearing down with ferocious vigor. Those who felt it almost couldn't control the impulse to kneel, yet they weren't the ones feeling the full brunt of it!

CLANG! CHIII!

Rand never got the chance to reach Dyon's unmoving form… Before he could, a celestial beauty appeared out of nowhere, forcefully pinching the tip of his sword, and snapping.

"How dare you fight here?!"

The culdesac fell into absolute silent. Not only was the voice of this beauty far too sweet, none of them had ever seen a woman so beautiful. However, what shook them to their absolute core was that this beauty wore silver robes with 12 total golden bands on them! This otherworldly beauty was actually a 12th stage grandmaster!

"Do you think this is your 74th quadrant?!"

"This…" Rand stuttered, unable to overlap the fairy-like beauty with the rage in her sky-blue eyes.

"This, what?" The beauty pressed forward. "Are you not aware of the rules of the Sapientia Corner? Do you not understand why the shopkeeper didn't dare to personally seek an explanation from him? Are you too stupid to comprehend?!"

"I…"

"Leave! You and that shopkeeper are banned indefinitely! If I see you here again, don't blame me for being impolite!"This chapter is updatᴇd by novelenglish.net . Fire(.)nᴇt

Rand's face turned ashen white. Banned indefinitely? How would he buy his equipment? The Valley of Geniuses was just about to open too!

However, he didn't dare to say anything… This beauty was only a single step from entering the ranks of comet experts, yet she was so young. The number of clans willing to worship at her feet were innumerable! What did he, the pitiful Duke of a mere 74th quadrant have to say to such a woman? If he even dared to have any untoward thoughts, she would kill him where he stood, and his clan wouldn't dare to retaliate.

Rand clutched his fists, before glaring at Dyon hatefully and leaving.

From start to finish, Dyon was hardly paying attention to him at all, instead, his eyes were glued to the back-view of the beauty in front of him, scanning over her curves again and again.

When the beauty turned around and saw Dyon's gaze, there was a slight dissatisfaction in her eyes. However, Dyon only grinned. "You're quite beautiful, Grandmaster Clara. I've long since heard your esteemed name."

When Violet and the disciples of Soul Rending Peak heard this, along with the crowd, they felt like fainting from anger. This beauty had just gone out of her way to save you, yet now you want to harass her? Men really were scum.

The feeling was even worse for those of the 98th quadrant because they felt like they had just dodged a bullet, not Dyon was putting them right back in the line of fire. Although they all acknowledged that Dyon was easily among the most handsome men they had ever seen, that wasn't enough to deserve the attention of a beauty. Clara was an Empress, Dyon was a Duke, the difference between them was too large!

Even the women who flipped social norms and built their own harems wouldn't add men too far below their station or else it would cheapen themselves. Just what was Dyon doing?!

Of course, none of them guessed that Dyon was the only man in the world Clara would allow to speak to her like this. Why wouldn't she allow her husband some advantages?

However, Clara was still Clara. Taking advantage of the fact that Dyon didn't want their identity as husband and wife to be exposed so soon, she smiled evilly. "What did you say?"

Dyon felt a bad premonition coming.

"Grandmaster, please forgive him for not knowing his place." Violet stepped forward and bowed in the place of Dyon.

Seeing a beauty step up to defend Dyon, Clara raised an eyebrow. Despite not being as beautiful as Clara, Violet was definitely a woman who deserved a second and a third look. "And what's your relationship with him?"

Hearing these words, Dyon broke out into a cold sweat. 'Please don't say anything stupid. Please don't say anything stupid.'

Violet, thinking that she had found a way out for Dyon leaped at it. "He's my boyfriend, he's always been too honest with his words and without sense of propriety, please forgive him."

"Your boyfriend you say, hm?" Clara looked over from Violet to Dyon who was trying to find anywhere but forward to place his eyes.

"Yes, please have pity." Violet said, bowing again.

"Alright. But, he still needs to be punished." Clara spoke slowly. "He'll be my assistant for one month, whether that be in forging or in combat. Any objections?"

Although Violet was feeling gloomy because they really needed Dyon's battle power for the coming days, she still nodded.

By this point, Dyon didn't even dare to speak anymore. When had he become Violet's boyfriend? Now he was Clara's assistant?

CLING!

Suddenly, a pair of cuffs appeared in Clara's hands and snapped onto Dyon's wrists without giving him a chance to retaliate. The speed was so quick that no one noticed until it was too late.

At that point, while the men around championed Dyon's bravery in flirting with Clara, even while in front of his own woman, they were also feeling pity, because everyone was clear on Clara's fiery personality. Whether or not Dyon survived this month was completely up in the air…

Dyon was then unceremoniously pulled away by Clara, already dreading the coming days. But, he still turned back and winked toward Virvor and them, trying to say that he'd be alright.

Luka's face twisted in disgust. "Fucking idiot! Provoking an Empress!" He was even angrier that Violet had given up her perceived innocence to protect him, yet he didn't seem grateful at all!