Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 92: Dominoes (1)

Dyon’s rage soared, clamping down on Balor’s throat with a fiercer strength with each passing second.

The beast geniuses were absolutely stunned by how quickly Balor was caught. Were their eyes deceiving them? Wasn’t this young man just a saint? Even if he was a 12^th stage saint, all five of their absolute geniuses had advanced to the celestial realm as a first-grade expert, so why would they waste their time praising a 12^th

Balor’s black eyes widened with fear. While the others couldn’t feel it, he could… An oppressive, tyrannical aura that didn’t give way to reason or pleading. To the naked eye, Dyon was only 6’6, but to Balor, he was a monster of several hundred meters tall!

Screams of agony and pain erupted from within Balor’s body as Dyon activated his Devour skill. Balor was filled with such fear that he didn’t dare to retaliate, he faced the same barrier Silver Fang had, yet he was too used to being the strongest. When had he ever faced adversity? When had there ever even been a barrier he needed to cross?

Needles tore holes through his soul, sheering it apart with every passing moment. Suddenly, time seemed to slow for him… His soul began to perceive fractions of a second as days, then weeks, then months. An agonizing torture so fierce that he began to foam at the mouth, his eyes rolling back to reveal their whites. historical

“KILL ME! KILL ME!” Balor’s final bits of strength were forced into his throat, only just managing to allow him to say these words. Yet, Dyon seemed to have no heard him.

Dyon was filled with such disdain for those like Balor. Those who cruised through life when things were easy for them, but broke down the moment they met something they couldn’t overcome in an instant. It was this personality of Balor’s that caused the deaths of young men with their whole lives in front them, young men who had yet to truly live yet.

And what about if Zabia had died? He had a wife and son! Did Balor think about that? He tortured them to the point of death for something so petty? He couldn’t step into the Palace himself so he refused to allow others to? He was nothing but absolute scum!

In the distance, Silver Fang finally stepped forward. “Elder! I know that you’re angered, but our five clan alliance has added protection for geniuses like Balor. If you go too far, you’ll trigger it… Even if you manage to survive, you’ll be branded and chased for the remainder of your life!”

Before, Silver Fang hadn’t sensed Dyon’s cultivation because he was too scared. After he calmed down, he was clouded by the pedestal he placed Dyon on and didn’t dare to sweep his senses over such an expert lest he anger him. Dyon’s apparent eccentric personality only served to reinforce such sentiments.

But, now, it was clear to him that Dyon was just a genius, just like him. In fact, Dyon might be several thousand years younger than him. After all, it was difficult for mere Heaven Grade beasts to follow the human path… Their cultivation was significantly slowed as a result of this.

Still, it was exactly because of this time that geniuses like Balor and him were heavily protected.

Imagine this for a moment. Their King Heaven Grade Clans each had several dozen subordinate normal Heaven Grade Clans and even Earth Grade Clans. Those of these clans had less potential than them, but they improved very quickly. A Heaven Grade Beast following the beast path solely could break through the celestial realm in a decade or two.

This truth wasn’t far from the reality of Earth Grade beasts as well. It would take them somewhere between five to twenty decades.

So, how did the five clan alliance keep control over all these beast path cultivators? It was by blooming to their full potential and following the human path. It was only by following the human path that they could almost guarantee becoming dao formation experts.

One had to know that although Earth and Heaven Grade beasts could break into the celestial realm quite easily, the dao formation realm was often an impossible hill for them to climb. Less than 5% of Peak Heaven Grade Beasts would accomplish this feat, let alone those of far lower grade.

To make a long story short, the five King Heaven Grade Clans could only nurture one or two geniuses like Balor every few thousand years. How could they allow him to die so easily?

Dyon sent a calm gaze toward Silver Fang that made him feel as though he had been teleported out of the lush green Mystical World and into an abyssal hell… Silver Fang couldn’t help but tremble slightly, but in the end, he held his ground. It was clear that his human path had strengthened and his courage had grown.

The truth was that Dyon didn’t need Silver Fang to tell him any of this. An auxiliary ability of Devour was the absorption of memories. Just like he knew almost everything there was to know about kitsune now, the same was true of the five clan alliance.

However… Dyon had other plans.

With his soul strength, what kind of pitiful binding technique could a beast clan, a race known for their poor talent on the soul path, place on him? In fact, this one move here would be the domino piece that set his plans to conquer this entire quadrant in motion!

Looking back toward Balor, he sneered.

“What bullshit Golden Crown Crow Clan? Your clan is worth nothing but shit to me.”

“No! No please!” Balor pleaded. But, it was already too late.

With a thought, Balor’s neck snapped and his body fell to the ground, twitching while living out his last moment in absolute pain…. Despair and regret resounding as his last emotions.