Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 31: Dead (1)

Dyon fists and kicks fell like a torrential rain. Overlord Afra furiously fought back. Her six arms seemed tender and without strength, but each held a power capable of obliterating a solar system.

“Are you all just going to do nothing?!” Afra roared.

Chenglei’s attack boosted by Biibi’s array had been powerful, powerful enough to threaten them, actually. However, it wasn’t enough to put them in an unrecoverable situation. Their injuries were minor at worst. There was no excuse for her to be fighting alone now.

The five Overlords hesitated, but they knew they had no choice. What other option was there? To go back and be killed by the 12 Overlord Clans instead?

The truth was that they were intimidated by Dyon’s bloodthirsty aura. His visage seemed expressionless, but a light in his eyes danced with the will to tear them apart, even if he had to do so with his teeth.

Had they really enraged him so much? Wasn’t it he who nearly pushed the centaurs to extinction? Wasn’t Afra the only remaining centaur barring those who had been outside of their territory at the time? When did it become his turn to be so angry?

Suddenly, the cauldron bobbing above his shoulder shot into the air. It expanded to such a large size that the skies were completely overwhelmed by it.

BOOM!

A mind-numbing pressure descended. The gravity multiple by two times, then three, then ten, then a hundred.

The heavy bones of the Ancient Battlefield population creaked as their speed slowed, but Dyon only seemed to grow faster and faster.

His body shimmered with a crystalline sheen as though he had been carved of diamond. His Daos appeared in the skies, one after another, the sharp cry of crackling lightning bursting ear drums to the point blood fell like rain from the sides of many faces.

Dyon roared, his six pairs of wings blossoming to his back. Lightning coursed across their golden metallic surface, amplifying and conducting it at a speed Afra couldn’t react to.

Flames of black and lightning of gold converged together as one, running across Dyon’s body as though it sought to burn him to a crisp. But the reality was that Dyon didn’t even feel pain, let alone could he possibly be injured.

Dyon engaged with Overlord Afra once more, but this time, his attacks were far more potent. Each came with a level of fire power that shook the Overlord to her core. The heat was too oppressive, the lightning too fierce.

[Descending Palm]. [Bloody Guillotine]. [Vanishing Fist].

A torrent of techniques rained downward without rhyme or reason. Every attempt Overlord Afra made at a counterattack was seen through and thwarted so fiercely that she became no different from a punching bag, a mere flesh doll for Dyon to use to vent his frustrations.

The remaining five Overlords finally sought to take action, but the stalling methods of Dyon beast partners were too fierce.

Biibi’s speed had already crossed the threshold of Overlord. Linlin’s shell was comparable to Immortal Plane defensive treasures. Shere’s attack potency couldn’t be ignored. And Sen’s ability to manipulate the terrain was far too potent.

The only one among them that wasn’t mentioned was Chenglei, but his improvements were beyond reason at times. He too, much like Dyon, hadn’t accepted the descent of his Heaven’s Staircase. But, there wasn’t a single moment he hadn’t spent improving himself.

In the past 80 years, Dyon often entered the Realm in order to concoct pills. He felt the pressure of doing so in such an environment improved his control and his ability to find the minor flaws in his refinement process.

Every time he entered, these five would follow him, but Chenglei could be said to be the most insane of them all.

During the first few attempts, he would only silently endure much like he had the first time.

However, as time progressed, he began to forcefully circulate his qi, purposely injuring himself with Immortal Grade Qi. It wasn’t just his body, but also his soul. Then, he would rely on Dyon’s half immortal grade pills to heal himself.

This sort of savage treatment brought the realms of his body, soul and qi far beyond their normal limits. Even without accepting his Heaven’s Staircase, his strength grew exponentially. Even now, with just his body, he was no weaker than a Supreme.

Thanks to his connection to Dyon, his had comprehended Star Qi in just 80 years and his senses were at the bottleneck separating Divine Sense and Immortal Sense.

However, these were only minor in comparison to the true root of his strength. After learning the importance of perfecting his constitution before transcending, Chenglei, who had once arrogantly ignored his constitution, treated it like his treasure trove.

He vastly improved, relying on Junior’s expertise to carve out a smoother path for himself.

He knew what he needed to do. If he wanted to avoid the fate of being mediocre on the Immortal Plane, he had to carve out his own path, a path that didn’t just rely on the Sovereignty of the Dragon Race… But didn’t entirely ignore it either.  

Orcus failed to ever gain a Higher Existence corpse puppet for himself, but that was because he was too weak to kill Higher Existences without the assistant of his undead.

However, Chenglei would be different, he would be a Necromancer that could stand on the frontlines along with his puppets. He and Dyon together would strike fear in any battlefield they stood upon.

He would follow Dyon to the ends of everything. He would reap the lives of anything that opposed him, even if what was to be reaped was the martial world itself!