Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 117: Butler (2)

In that moment, torrents of information surged into Dyon’s mind. A normal person would have been completely devastated, but to Dyon, it was like a pebble had been thrown into a vast ocean. He ceaselessly accepted this information without so much as frowning.

With Dyon’s current soul stage, he was able to instantly comprehend the dao grade techniques in the Soul Tome to perfection. And, if he chose to diligently cultivate, having them reach the One with Self realm wasn’t impossible. But, Dyon simply felt no need to do so.

He didn’t have time to practice his techniques as he usually did. What was most important was his research. And, with the soul tome by his side, he could master countless techniques to perfection in the blink of an eye.

To put this matter into perspective, over 95% of cultivators didn’t touch perfection in the techniques they practiced, let alone the One with Self Realm.

In addition to this, dao grade techniques were the foundation of the immortal plane. Techniques above this in grade were simply too rare and even more difficult to practice. As a result, most cultivators on the immortal plane used dao grade techniques. Only those in the Immortal God realm would have a good chance at having a higher-grade technique. If it wasn’t for this, why would the Dragon King be chased down so incessantly?

However, this was exactly why the Soul Tome was so heaven defying. Not to mention the fact that it had countless dao grade techniques, it even had numerous Mystic and Ancestral Grade techniques as well.

All of the treasures of the 33 heavens would cause a bloody battle if they were to appear. However, only the Soul Tome was capable of making Immortal Gods go mad in their pursuit of it, because such a treasure simply had too high of a value.

“Not bad.” Dyon smiled, causing the Soul Tome to almost cry out in exasperation. What did he mean ‘not bad’? Even those sects that specialized in the whip wouldn’t have as many techniques as it did.

“[Nine Howling Beasts].”

Dyon ignored the Soul Tome, a mad grin on his face.

He looked no different from an elemental death mage. His left arm had rainbow chains strapped around it. His right arm held a ghastly scythe with numerous eyes hidden within its blade. And the Soul Tome hung in the air, flipping before him as though it was his grimoire.

To his back, his golden hair madly whipped about under the torrent of his surging qi, supplying his technique with an unyielding amount of strength.

At first, Dyon was still a bit apprehensive. After all, it instinctively felt appropriate to use whip techniques with a chain, but he wasn’t sure. It was far too unconventional of a weapon. Not to mention a chain, even whip techniques and these so-called whip Sects the Soul Tome spoke of were incredibly rare.

However, the result didn’t disappoint him.

His chain shot out nine times, causing the wind to howl like wolves beneath a full moon.

His qi became material, forming the head of roaring beasts as it cracks space apart.

Dyon knew immediately that he had used too much strength because he knew that his strength alone wasn’t sufficient to crack space on the immortal plane just yet. Despite how contradictory this statement might sound, the real problem wasn’t Dyon but was rather that Little Rain was too powerful.

To now, it wasn’t that Dyon believed Reaper was more powerful than Little Rain and therefore decided to use Little Rain solely so as to catch his enemies off guard. Dyon wasn’t the type who liked to lie low and hide his power.

The reason he had been using Little Rain was because he wanted to test to see where the little guy’s limits were. But the reality was a bit too shocking.

Dyon had only completed the first three strikes of his technique when everything ceased to be before him.

It truly could only be described in this way. Everything in the path of the beast heads was blasted to pieces so small that they couldn’t be seen even with the eyes of those with high cultivations here.

“I think I overdid a bit.” Dyon muttered.

The three shadows didn’t even have a chance to scream before they met their ends. The last trace of emotions in their eyes wasn’t hatred or fear, but rather, regret. They really should have listened to Dyon’s words earlier and brought someone stronger with them.

Dyon snapped the fingers on his left hand, stopping the three beast heads from continuing their rampage. However, even then, the once high class building seemed that it really might collapse any time now.

At that moment, Dyon froze. It wasn’t because some formidable enemy was coming, but rather because he felt that he was wrong before. It wasn’t just that Little Rain was too powerful… But he was certain that this had something to do with the Soul Tome as well!

“You… You can increase the strengths of techniques directly using my soul? Why the hell didn’t you tell me this earlier? I would have squashed Emytheus like a bug.”

The Soul Tome trembled as though to say ‘didn’t you think I was useless’?

Dyon stepped forward as though he really was about to rip out its pages, causing the Soul Tome to have no choice but to hurriedly explain itself to avoid being humiliated. Having its pages ripped out was no different to a woman being stripped bare.

‘So that’s how it is…’