Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 45: Confidence (3)

The elders stood frozen in shock. Even the four strongest amongst them, the only dao experts of their Clan aside from their Grand Elder, were unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

Could they repel ten thousand pseudo dao experts so easily? The answer was a resounding no.

“He’s the bastard who killed my Balor! How is that possible?!”

Patriarch Raven roared with rage. He couldn’t be controlled, even though the Clan elders wanted to stop him, he charged forward.

“Tch.” Dyon’s lips curled with disdain. If it was so easy to make their leader come out in this way, what did he waste so much time preparing for? He knew that the Patriarch of the Raven Clan was a hardheaded fool who only knew who to act on his impulses and probably couldn’t even spell logic, let alone use it. But did he have to make such a pitiful display?

Dyon’s current battle combat strength was beyond imagining for this small Patriarch. Dyon believed that, even now, he could battle a 6^th Stage Dao Expert without losing out. If others heard his thoughts, they might faint from shock.

A single stage in the dao realm was an inconceivable difference. The gap was more exaggerated than even the difference between a lower and middle celestial. For Dyon to be able to fight ahead by 6 stages, while being a pseudo dao expert, it was enough for one to curse the Heavens for being unfair.

One had to remember that the only reason Amphorae was able to defeat Glorianice was because Glorianice faced heavy suppression within Soul Universe.

But, Patriarch Raven probably felt that he was infallible. He was a mighty middle dao expert at such a youthful age, he was barely over 300 000 years old! Such cultivation speed was unheard of, only matched by his son who Dyon had killed!

Unfortunately for Patriarch Raven, when Dyon measured his own combat prowess as a Peak Middle Dao expert, he wasn’t comparing himself to a middling second grade dao formation cultivator like Patriarch Raven, he was comparing himself to 9^th Order geniuses!

Not only was Dyon of the 18^th Order, his Presence was fused into every aspect of his being. In addition to this, the Raven Clan’s universe was too weak, and as such, its suppression was perfectly negated by Dyon’s inner world even without him projecting it outward. To add on top of this, Dyon now had his true energy cultivation talent, allowing him to perfectly fuse his qi and vital qi.

So… What would happen if a Second Grade Dao Formation beast charged toward Dyon in a fit of rage…?

Patriarch Raven suddenly felt as though he was gasping for air. He couldn’t understand what was happening. He was in space, wasn’t he? Why did he feel like he needed to breathe, like he wanted to breathe?

Wait, what was this? This pain around his neck… It must be the reason he felt this way. Maybe if he just pushed with his qi to move out of his odd space he’d feel fine again. He still had to kill that bastard who killed his son.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence. Their mighty patriarch seemed completely oblivious to what was happening to him, but they could see it clearly… Dyon’s hand was firmly wrapped around his throat!

In an instant, Dyon had executed [One Inch. One Mile]. His movement speed was so fast that Patriarch Raven hadn’t realized what happened even after blood stopped circulating to his head, causing his vision to blur and swim.

“Continue.”

Dyon glanced back toward the battle. His words, once ignored by those of the Raven Clan, suddenly became undeniable law.

The scene was almost comical. Two sides were forced to fight a war that had clearly already been decided.

Dissatisfaction was inevitable. As those on Dyon’s side died one after another, how could they not feel resentment? Their leader was actually making them fight a battle he could win on his own. It was then that the Demon Generals, who had remained silent until now, raised their weapons and beat them against their black as night armor.

“Fight!”

They roared, a raging demonic qi flooding the battlefield.

“The Sage has already done so much for you, yet you still ask for more?!”

“There’ll come a day when the Sage can call the whole of the Mortal Plane his territory, do you want to raise your heads proudly and say that you helped him?! Or do you want to lead a pitiful life without purpose?!”

“Fight!” historical

Dyon casually held Patriarch Raven’s neck, a calm smile on his face.

‘I’d prefer you not awaken your Ancestors.’

The sudden message cause Grand Elder Raven, who had just been sneaking away from the battlefield, to freeze.

A shiver trembled up his spine. Though he was more powerful than his son, it was impossible for him to beat him as easily as Dyon did. He knew from the beginning that he was no match.

‘If you do, you’ll simply be wasting their chance at garnering Karma. I’d prefer to save them for a future date.’

The blood of the beasts felt agitated. In their hearts, they were warriors. But, it was simply too difficult to fight their innate instincts and battle those more powerful than them. It was for this reason that Humans were always chosen by the Heavens to defend against the Failed Clans… It was for this reason that the Eras were divided by Human rulers and not beasts…

They suddenly remembered those months they spent being peppered with insults by Dyon and his daughter. What had it all even meant?

To conquer the Mortal Plane? Their gazes turned toward Dyon. The months he spent ingraining his infallible power into their psyches suddenly clicked as they watched Patriarch Raven flail about like a fish out of water…

In that moment, billions of earth grade beasts and a singular Grand Elder looked toward Dyon as though he was an immovable mountain, but their reactions to such thoughts were far too different.

To the latter, he fell into a pit of despair. He didn’t even dare to use his Faith, knowing well that the Pakal Clan’s Faith far exceeded their own… It was a beautiful misunderstanding indeed.

To the former, it was as though they had suddenly gained an anchor for their confidence.

Dyon understood people well, a gift he was given by his mother… If he couldn’t forge these pitiful subordinates into fearless warriors, why not allow them to lean on him? Why not allow them to be confident with his back protecting them?

Since they didn’t have their own confidence, he would lend them his own. The Heavens knew well he had far too much of it.