Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 55: Peace (1)

The Dragon King entered his draconic form.

His four limbs clawed into the mountain peak of Mount Volaire, his long neck and tail wrapping around its very top. However, compared to the several kilometer long form he must have had as a mortal, he was barely 20 meters from head to the tip of his tail now.

His body exuded an endless pride as he roared toward Dyon, his black scales glistening under the high sun. However, Dyon could sense the wounded confidence he buried deep within his heart.

This was the Dragon King. A man whose legend reigned supreme throughout the mortal plane, a man whose name still struck fear to this very day. Yet, this very same man on the immortal plane was only good for intimidating clans of the outer fringes.

Dyon looked down on him from the sky above the mountain peak, hiding the pity he felt in his heart. For a man like the Dragon King, displaying such emotion would only insult him.

So, Dyon’s gaze remained cold. When the Dragon King launched himself into the air after him, he was met with a violent fist to his once majestic horns.

The Dragon King barreled back into the mountain, the vicious sound of large cracking bones sounding.

Those horns were no longer as grand as they once were. They barely separated from the Dragon King’s skull, looking more like the bumps of a youthful deer rather than the masculinity of a Dragon.

The yellow reptilian gaze of the Dragon King turned completely red, the slits in his eyes becoming a deep crimson. His roar became more unbridled as though he was losing his grasp on reality.

His silver claws turned a bright red, elongating to over three meters each.

He leapt into the air, swiping at Dyon with all of his power.

Dyon gently blocked with his palm. An undulation whipped through the air, the Dragon King’s strike being both blocked and multiplied back toward him in a flash.

A pained roar filled the skies as a rain of claw fragments sprinkled downward.

Those watching felt completely numb as they experienced Dyon treating a Dragon as though he was nothing more than a ragdoll. The difference was so large that there was no question about who was superior. It was only now they realized that the Dragon King’s confident words were something both he and Dyon knew he couldn’t have been so sure of before the battle began.

He had said those words not because he believed them, but because he had his own pride to protect. He knew how this day would go, how his life would actually end… but he came here anyway. That was his Dao.

Guild Head Zabel had some of the most complex emotions of them all. He knew that with Dyon’s intelligence, it was impossible that he didn’t know that he had been targeted.

Right now, he wasn’t even certain if Taline was still alive and if she survived the eruption event. For a woman who might very well be ash right now, he had offended such a powerful existence. And he might very well follow her soon…

The truth was that the Dragon King’s base strength was lower than them all. It was just that his suppressive effect on them was so severe that they could hardly raise a hand against him.

Dyon knew this well… So from the very beginning, he knew the Dragon King didn’t stand a chance against him.

“… Are you… trying to go easy on me…? Fuck you.”

The Dragon King’s last bit of rationality snarled, the red veins across his chest bursting out.

His body was instantly covered in a coat of red, an armor of blood that covered the bubble world in a sinister aura. historical

Dyon’s gaze remained cold, watching a legend descend into chaos.

His finger extended outward. The meridians in his hands filled to the brim with light type qi, condensing over and over again under the fundamental runes of his Silver Mirror constitution.

In less than the span of a single blink, it ripped through the air at an impossible speed, slicing through the Dragon King’s right wing.

The blood armored Dragon faltered, tilting and falling from the air.

Another beam left Dyon’s fingers, ripping through the Dragon King’s left wing.

The plummet quickened, the raspy breath of the Dragon King overshadowed by the sound of sheering wind. His body caught fire as though he was a meteor, falling to the lands of sand below.

Dyon descended from the air to find the Dragon King trying to lift his long neck up.

With a simple palm to his forehead, a strong reflective energy blasted from Dyon, causing the attempt at rising to fail miserably.

“… You’re… stronger than I thought…”

The Dragon King’s ghastly grin matched with his bestial form looked far more fitting.

“And you’re weaker than I thought.” Dyon replied blandly.

“How funny. I was thinking the same thing.”

The Dragon King’s crimson eyes faded back to a bright yellow. His gaze flickered downward to find Dyon’s arm piercing through his heart.

Toward the end, Dyon could see his grin morph into something more like a genuine smile of relief. It was the image of a content man.

Dyon grabbed for the Dragon King’s nascent soul, but he didn’t need to check to see that he had allowed his consciousness to dissipate. In fact, Dyon felt that even his Dragon King treasure now felt strikingly empty.