Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 117: Gave (2)

Celestial Beasts were already blessed with ungodly cultivation and the ability to skip tribulations entirely. Just what would the result be if they also shattered Heaven’s Chains?

Shere’s roar filled the skies with streaks of blue flames. The beauty of a white tiger grasped the heart of those spectating this battle.

Her claws tore through space, sending a torrent of slaughter qi toward Fallen Wuwaye and completely stopping his momentum.

Even as this happened, a savage red aura was steadily building around Dyon. The more agonizing screams befell the Sprites, the stronger the aura grew.

Dyon knew well that this sort of battle wasn’t to be taken lightly. He had never doubted his victory, no matter how far he was pushed into a corner, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t prepare.

War God Martial Intent. This legacy of a man who wielded an Ancient Constitution was on an entirely different level.

Think for a moment. From Dyon’s understanding, no person born with an Ancient Constitution had ever succeeded in crossing their Dao Tribulations. Yet… Their names resounded throughout time! Just what did this mean?

In all likelihood, those born with Ancient Constitutions all had abilities to battle across realms even more perverse than Dyon himself. It was already sickening to have the talent to battle a Fallen as a Lower Dao Expert. But it may very well be possible that some with Ancient Constitutions had been capable of battling Higher Existences as Celestials!

Dyon had yet to be in a situation where he could make true use of this Martial Intent. But now…

Power swelled through his veins. Dyon could faintly feel that the injuries he still couldn’t feel were worsening, but he had been thoroughly enraged on this day. This Sprite Alliance would pay a price.

The agonizing screams of dying elders colored the airwaves.

“You’ve truly decided to make an enemy of my Sprite Alliance.”

By this point, Fallen Hastam was incensed. He hardly cared about the deaths of the Peak Dao Experts around him, but he knew well how important they were to the foundation of the Sprite Alliance.

“This fool is still speaking?” Chenglei’s voice in his draconic form was akin to rumbling boulders barrelling down a mountain. In an instant, the aura that the Armament Fallen was attempting to scrounge up was shattered. historical

It was only then the matters happening this day truly sank in…

It was no normal beast before him now, this was a Dragon. Those were no normal white furred animals… They were Celestial Beasts. This wasn’t a child of the younger generation before him… This was an enemy that stood even above his head!

Fallen Hastam’s heart palpitated as spears of violet flames continued to fall from the skies. Just who had they provoked…?

“First arm… [Patience].”

Dyon didn’t care for this Fallen’s thoughts, nor for the thoughts of the other twelve. Dozens of Peak Dao Experts had already fallen under his blade, already more than a hundred, in fact. His strength had sufficiently risen… The real slaughter would begin now!

A golden palm descended from the skies. Fallen Hastam’s pupils constricted as he hurried to prep his qi. However, it was at this moment that everything changed.

A massive Seal appeared in the skies the likes of which none here had ever laid eyes.

The trembling of the thirteen Fallen grew fiercer. They weren’t facing a man… They were facing a monster.

BOOM!

Fallen Hastam was blasted into the planet below.

“The air you breathe, is owned by me. The earth you walk on, is owned by me. The qi you deem to use for yourself… Is owned by me. To try and mobilize this strength to harm the one that gave it all to you… aren’t you too naïve?”

Dyon suddenly didn’t seem like himself. His Dao Heart pulsed madly as his voice layered, echoing and projecting outward as though it came from the skies above.

These words, arrogant beyond compare, unbridled without equal… Maybe under normal circumstances one would refute them in a rage. But watching Dyon belittle Fallen as though they were children forced many to keep these feelings down. Even those who felt the most pride in the Sprite Capital didn’t dare to utter a single word.

“Second arm… [Modesty].”

The form of a golden buddha was slowly manifesting in the air. Those watching on couldn’t believe what they were seeing. How could a man who just uttered such words use a technique that went by such a name?

It was only then their hearts trembled in understanding… It wasn’t him who had to comprehend [Modesty]… but them…  

Fallen Hastam and his companions tried to circulate their strength, but they felt as though the laws of the world had completely changed. The Seal in the sky was completely beyond their comprehension, transcended beyond their wildest imaginations. Not only couldn’t they feel their qi, but their Faith was suddenly cut off.

The celestial babies and Chenglei led a vicious slaughter. With every kill, their strengths skyrocketed as well, benefitting under Dyon’s War God Martial Intent.

Fallen Hastam simply couldn’t understand what was happening. How could he imagine that The Seal in the skies was a mighty Treasure of the 33 Heavens? It was just that even with it before him, he didn’t have the qualifications to decipher its origins under the influence of Dyon’s Immortal Sense.

But, even more damning… He couldn’t understand why the Supreme Leaders had yet to appear… Would they wait until their backbone of strength was entirely eradicated…?