Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 126: Second Time (6)

The Flaming Lily Sect women were stunned into silence, even Yandevere couldn’t help but look up and send an odd glance toward Dyon. They didn’t get it, if you were going to match the image of a True God, did you have to do it so perfectly? Couldn’t you have at least had a normal appearance? Subvert expectations a little bit?

It seemed to them that Dyon tried to look like a normal human being wearing those casual clothes of his, but in the end, it only made him fit the bill all the more.

Everything about him was refined to perfection. Whether it be his broad shoulder, his chiseled physique, his warm smile and eyes, his strong jaw… He wasn’t too big, nor was he too small. Not to mention his entrance was too perfect! How was any of this fair?!

True God Sacharro… This was a man the world had been begging to meeting for more than a half dozen years now… No, that wasn’t true. Ever since his name climbed to first place on the first trial leader board, everyone had been speculating about this man!

Usually, when someone builds expectations for so long, they’re bound to fail you. Yet, Dyon’s appearance did the exact opposite!

The Vice Master of the Flaming Lily Sect looked Dyon up and down. She had long since passed the prime of her youth, so she was love struck like her disciples, instead, she was calmly analyzing Dyon’s power. As a dao formation expert with cultivation far deeper than even Amphorae, she was more than qualified to judge talent. Yet, she couldn’t see Dyon’s depth! historical

In the distance, Shere was pouting again. She had just been having a nice nap on Dyon’s lap before his suddenly disappeared. To think he would ditch them for a woman again!

Dyon smiled lightly, however, he didn’t take Madeleine into his arms. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but the felt like it was inappropriate in this setting. Madeleine was the Legatee of the Flaming Lily Sect and was the in-name successor as well, it was all but decided. Dyon didn’t want to step on her toes too much.

“I’ve made you wait.” Dyon’s voice carried a bit of an apology that made the knees of many women weaken.

These were the geniuses of the Flaming Lily Sect, even if Dyon was handsome, their reactions shouldn’t have been so exaggerated. It was just that his domineering aura combined with his overwhelming yang qi and bestial might… For women who rarely interacted with men, it was too much of a culture shock for them.

Madeleine shook her head. She didn’t trust her voice to speak at all. Although she hadn’t experienced any grievances with the Flaming Lily Sect, the constant faction wars and political deceptions were things she hated. She had to constantly be on her toes, analyzing who sided with them and who was truly on the Golden Crow Sect’s side, it was exhausting. She’d much rather spend the day in Dyon’s arms, but she couldn’t.

“Hmph, do you think you can just woo my big sister with a few words of apology? You didn’t even bring her a gift, what kind of man are you?” Sabona was the first to get over her stupor toward Dyon’s looks, only for her to begin berating him to hide her embarrassment.

Dyon looked toward the small loli with a chuckle. “You’re right, big sister Sabona, I was wrong.”

Sabona nodded in satisfaction, she especially liked Dyon calling her big sister. Maybe this big bad man that her big sister was constantly thinking about wasn’t so bad after all.

Out of everything that the Flaming Lily Sect disciples had seen today, Dyon so easily taming little Sabona was by far the most shocking. In fact, many had their bottom jaws hanging loose, unable to understand what they were seeing.

“And you must be Miss. Yandevere? It’s nice to meet you as well.” Dyon smiled warmly toward the off-putting beauty, even stretching his hand out in greeting.

The disciples of the Flaming Lily Sect froze. If there was one thing no one, not even the elders, dared to do, it was touch Yandevere. The flame she was born with was powerful, but it was also a massive curse. Its erosion abilities were fiercer than even death will! Its innate character was so fierce that it was almost appropriate to title it an atomizer…

Many thought that Dyon wasn’t aware and sought to warn him, but the usual Yandevere, who ignored any and everything around her, actually stretched out her small hand to greet Dyon.

A small grey flame sparked when their palms touched, and many looked away, expecting to see Dyon’s arm disintegrate. Even the Vice Master’s face paled. If they were responsible for such a genius becoming a cripple, could even Madeleine save them?!

However, the scene they were searching for never happened. In fact, even Yandevere’s stoic features turned with a hint of surprise. Something had told her that it was alright to touch Dyon, instincts, maybe, but she hadn’t expected him to come out so clean.

“Undead body…” She whispered. Although her words were soft, weren’t they all cultivators here? How could one erode a body that was already considering dead?!

The gazes toward Dyon became filled with a profound respect. If before he was relying on the phantom cast by the True God title, now he was awe inspiring on his own… An undead body… Couldn’t that could be cultivated if one reached the 3^rd intent stage of death will?! He actually mastered a supreme law to such an extent?!

True God Falkor who had been completely ignored by Dyon until now had the light of battle intent blaze awake in his eyes.

Without a single word, he sent a fist carrying more than 50% of his power straight toward Dyon’s face.