Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 122: Bring (1)

Alauna ran forward, not minding the fact her father was covered in blood to support him.

As the daughter of a Heaven’s Child, Little Alauna had of course should have received the very best of her father’s soul talent. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, it seemed that even though her soul talent was indeed overwhelming compared to others, it still fell well short of Dyon’s.

Even still, her comprehension toward the path was still great, having travelled well into the comet grade to this point. This was more than enough for her to tell that her father was most definitely not in a good state currently.

Though Dyon might use his Immortal Sense to hide from others, he rarely did so toward his daughter. This time around, though, his trust in his own kin had led to her tears.

Dyon smiled lightly toward his daughter’s over the top concern.

Truthfully, maybe it wasn’t so over the top at all. Maybe anyone else would have dropped dead in his situation. historical

When the battle began, he was only using his soul qi, so the impact of his injuries was minimal. However, in order to evoke his Inner World, he needed the strength of both his soul and his qi. Considering the decimated state his meridians were in, forcefully using his qi like that was asking to die.

Dyon sighed. ‘Maybe leaving my clone to comprehend magic with Lillianna wasn’t so smart after all…’

As things stood now, Dyon couldn’t form a powerful enough clone to use his Immortal Sense. Simply put, his clone’s comprehension was not even a tenth of his own, they weren’t in the same league. If Dyon personally learned magic with his main body, he would have long since learned this third magic already.

Unfortunately, as things stood now, it was a bit troublesome for him to return to the Mortal Alliance now. There were too many things he needed to do here.

Celestial grade holy type qi surged into Dyon’s body. It provided him some relief, but it was wholly unable to fix the root of the issue. Dyon’s body had become far too powerful and the immortal qi that caused his injuries to begin with was far beyond what mere celestial grade qi could contend with.

Dyon’s only options were to either comprehend that third magic, or find dao grade holy type qi. The trouble was that his clones seemed to be failing on both fronts. The former was too slow in comprehending, while the latter had yet to conquer any lands on the Ancient Battlefield that had access to such qi.

“What are you crying for? Isn’t it all over now.” Dyon grinned without a care for how ghastly he looked so covered in blood.

Alauna didn’t respond, simply burying her head in her father’s chest and completely ruining her violet gown.

In the skies above, the golden seal of inexplicable complexity slowly faded, relieving another weight from Dyon’s shoulders.

With a thought, several large blooming flowers appeared around Dyon, birthing a dozen or so 1% clones before sending them out.

“What… What do we do…?”

There was no question that Diasho Ren had a burning hatred for Dyon, even surpassing his little brother Diasho Ken. Who wouldn’t after being castrated before the eyes of so many? Even if there weren’t any spectators, it would be a blood debt to remember.

But seeing the situation here, he was completely at a loss. The mighty Sprite Alliance his and the Star Clan spent so many millennia trying to crawl their way back to had actually been subdued so easily? The most shocking part was that it seemed that Dyon had really done this on a whim.

True God Star looked on blankly, completely unable to respond to his friend’s words.

When he died and was sent back to the Star Clan, he had rushed back here at the first possible moment.

Why was that? Well it definitely wasn’t because he thought he was Dyon’s match. The matters of that day proved very obviously that they weren’t even in the same league…

The shameful reason he had done so was because he wanted to watch Dyon suffer. He thought that after killing one of their geniuses, the Sprite Alliance would definitely not sit idly by…

But day after day, he watched as Dyon stroll around as though their Sprite Capital was his own… Then he watched as his mere subordinates completely humiliated their best geniuses… And it all finally culminated today… As he watched Dyon slaughter 13 Fallen as though they were nothing more than lambs.

The psychological blow was simply too much. These matters didn’t even touch on the fact that Dyon had subdued a Dragon, or that even his daughter could kill him with a single finger, or even that he had a child with a Higher Existence!

The faces of the Sapientia in the distance were no different, sinister lights flashing in their eyes.

Looking at each other, it seemed they had simultaneously made a decision. They hadn’t made a move before due to the Sprite Alliance’s face, but in this sort of situation… Those Supremes might even bow down to them in thanks, right?

“Did you forget what I said? Anyone who slights me will have the same ending. Do you want to be next?”

In that instant, a cold bucket of water doused their ambitions. A single one of Dyon’s clones appeared in their midst, glaring down at them from above as though they were nothing but ants.