Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 190: Tribesmen (1)

Dyon looked at the what remained of the Mellow Tribe. In truth, he hadn’t killed any of them, so maybe ‘remained’ wasn’t the proper term. It was just that they were such a small tribe that it seemed appropriate to use such terminology.

They had barely over 50 people. There were no children, nor were there any elderly. But there were 35 males and 18 females.

There likely weren’t any older individuals since it was quite difficult to grow old in such an environment, while birthrates among those with strong bodies was quite low, so among such a small sample size, finding a child was probably unlikely.

Of course, Dyon noticed the skewed gender ratios once more.

His instinct was to believe that they likely followed a similar evolutionary path to the beasts, but his mind told him something different. He wouldn’t be surprised if many of their females were taken as ‘tribute’ to the tribes and clans that ruled over them.

‘Weak.’ Dyon looked through them one by one. Though any one of these 53 individuals could kill his current self without issue, especially considering his still missing meridians and the fact this body only had 25% of his total prowess, compared to the bronzed and cobras, they were fragile.

Interestingly enough, these individuals represented a higher rung of society as a named tribe. They even had a few numbered tribes beneath them.

“Who is the chieftain here?” Though Dyon asked this, he was already aware of the answer. He could easily observe a 5000 km radius of this place. Every blade of grass was under his control. He obviously chose to attack this tribe in particular for a reason and only after collecting every bit of information he could about them.

“It is I.” A man with a greying complexion stepped forward. He stood a half a head taller than Dyon and had a body brimming with power. This individual could defeat even the genius pseudo-dao cultivators of Dyon’s world with just his body, not that he had access to any other tools anyway.

The tongue he spoke in was odd, but thanks to Clara, Dyon didn’t have to worry about a language barrier.

Still, despite the height difference, Dyon stared down at him indifferently from Queen’s back.

“Pick out 5 of your fastest people toward the numbered tribes under your control. Have them gather their things and move here.”

Chieftain Mellow shivered at this request. “Mighty central region warrior, this is not allowed. If we do so, the upper tribes will believe that we’re planning a mutiny and come to eradicate us.”

“This isn’t a request. It’s an order.” Dyon’s eyes sharpened.

Though his Presence was useless against these individuals who had far stronger bodies than he did, using it to amplify his aura and his words was still effective. It gave him a noble air others couldn’t match even if he couldn’t force them to their knees.

Chieftain Mellow didn’t dare to say another word. He communicated with his chosen people with his eyes and sent them off.

Suddenly, Dyon smirked. “That’s an interesting path you sent them on.”

Chieftain Mellow froze.

“Do you believe me when I say the entirety of this world is in the palm of my hands? Do you believe me when I say that even a blade of grass thousands of miles from here can’t shift without my knowing?”

As Dyon spoke, the Chieftain continued to shiver.

It was obvious what had happened. The Chieftain had sent them off, but the warning light in his eyes was obviously one to have them go seek help, likely from their ruling Clans or tribes. But, how could something like this escape Dyon’s divine sense? He already had this entire space mapped out within his mind.

Changing the trajectories of the 5 messengers was simple for Dyon, he simply had to warn them with line of qi. Seeing that they had been seen through, the five had no choice but to turn toward the places Dyon actually wanted them to go.

As for the chieftain…

His knees crashed to the ground, his forehead swiftly following suit.

“Please spare my fellow tribesmen, the mistake is mine.”

Dyon didn’t use his normal carrot and stick approach. Usually, he’d make grand promises about the future they could have under his rule, but these individuals couldn’t be ruled in this way. He didn’t have time to slowly nurture good will, he had to rule with an iron fist. In fact, if they believed him to be a God, it would be even better.

“Get up.” Dyon said blandly. “A second mistake will not be tolerated. Another one occurring only means death.” historical

The Chieftain trembled, but slowly rose only to find beams of sealing qi entering the foreheads of all those present. And although he wasn’t aware… the 5 messengers he sent also received a similar fate.

Dyon couldn’t use The Seal freely here, but luckily, he had a small understanding of seals after comprehending his sanctuary seal. Plus, it wasn’t as though he was completely unfamiliar with sealing individuals without The Seal. He had done so back during his first time in the Elvin Kingdom as well. Except this time, it was far stronger.

Sure, making them worship him like a God might work, but even that wasn’t enough for Dyon’s purposes. He needed to steel his heart. He didn’t have enough time to allow leeway for mistakes.

112 years.