Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 43: Cold (1)

“What is a hundred years to you?” Dyon responded, completely unmoved.

If it was up to him, Eldaernth would pay for his actions in blood.

Why was it that Mia and Bella were so beloved? It was precisely because of the integral part they played in the destruction of Soul Market.

Soul Market had caused so much pain and suffering in Soul Universe. Yet, this Soul Market would have never existed had it not been for this Higher Existence Ravana.

However, no matter how enraged Dyon was, his heart was cooled beyond belief. He wasn’t anywhere near as powerful as Eldaernth right now, so even if he wanted to take action… He couldn’t.

With his current battle prowess, Dyon could battle 9^th Order 10^th stage dao formation realm experts. But, not only was Eldaernth a Higher Existence, he was of the 15^th Order! The difference was monumental.

Of course, this so-called 15^th Order didn’t exist for Higher Existences. They ranked themselves with a completely different system. But, this was more than enough to illustrate just how powerful Eldaernth was.

“What do you want, exactly.” Eldaernth asked without much emotion.

“Even your entire wealth wouldn’t be enough to repay the lives of those individuals. However, if I insist on seeking revenge for them now, I will only put the lives of more individuals in danger. Instead, you will pay ten percent of the revenue of your Devil Quadrants until the matters of the Ancient Battlefield conclude.”

“The Sacharro Clan isn’t very good at negotiating, are they?”

“Aren’t we? Do you believe that I don’t understand the value of a Devil Vein?”

Dyon aura suddenly shifted, becoming several times darker in an instant. His golden eyes and hair blackened, and he began to waft a fog even darker than the depths of space around them.

“Hoho…” Eldaernth chuckled lightly.

“If you don’t agree to this base conditions, I’ll refuse to even bring the use of the Devil Vein into play.”

Dyon’s meaning was clear. This ten percent payment wasn’t in exchange for using the Devil Vein, it was purely as recompense for the lives lost!

This ten percent, Dyon would not only use to compensate the families that had suffered, but he would better the way of life of his Mortal Alliance to an even greater extent than he already had. The wealth of even the 5^th ranked outer quadrant was beyond imagining, let alone the 4^th ranked!

“Let’s say I agree, what would your next conditions be, then?” Eldaernth asked.

“An alliance with your Devil Quadrants once more until the matters of the Ancient Battlefield come to an end.

“I’m sure you know this already, but your Devil Quadrants have many enemies. The reason they’ve hidden their fangs is because of your strength, but what use will that strength be during the first phase?

“You obviously cannot enter the battlefield, but your daughter, your two sons, and the younger generation of your subordinates will all enter. If I’m correct, they will instantly become the target of the other four outer powers.”

“And you will protect them? With what exactly?”

Dyon couldn’t help but laugh at Eldaernth’s tone. historical

“I know I’ve spoken very rudely and haven’t come off as a member of the younger generation… But I am not even 150 years old yet. Of course it will be me who protects them.”

Higher Existence Ravana’s pupils constricted.

He had seen Dyon long ago with his projection, but in the end he concluded that he was only so weak back then due to various constraints. After all, Eldaernth was well aware that the Sapientia still kept a pulse on the 99 universes, so in all likelihood, Dyon probably didn’t want to alert them too much.

But hearing that Dyon was a member of the younger generation caused a frown to appear on his expressionless features.

Dyon shrugged. “You don’t have to believe me. But barely a few decades ago, I was seen entering the saint floors by your daughter. I’m sure you know what this means.”

How could he not? The age cap for the saint floors was 1000 years old. Even if Dyon wasn’t as young as he claimed, he would at the very least be younger than that.

“I dare to say that there isn’t a single soul below 1000 years old and capable of entering the first phase of the Ancient Battlefield that is capable of defeating me without Faith.”

Eldaernth stared at Dyon for a long time before finally speaking.

“That may not be true.” He said plainly. “Those who those powers place the greatest hope in receive martial saint pills. Can you defeat geniuses of the 16^th, 17^th, and 18^th Orders who have entered the middle dao realm? What about those who’ve entered the higher dao realm?”

Dyon grinned. “Not right now. But in 90 more years…?” Dyon’s eyes sharpened. “They will be nothing but ants before me.”

What Dyon didn’t say was that even if they had entered the peak dao realm it wouldn’t matter on the Ancient Battlefield. That place was Dyon’s homefield! Maybe on the Mortal Plane he couldn’t defeat them, but he could already do so right now if they entered the Ancient Battlefield!

But there were some things Eldaernth didn’t need to know.

Eldaernth’s eyes narrowed. “What are your conditions?”