Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 39: Moment (3)

Vargas’ eyes widened. Maybe it was only at that moment that Dyon realized that maybe it wasn’t such a smart idea taking the mist glass out.

“Put it away! Quickly!”

Vargas threw the glass back toward Dyon, a slightly panicked expression coloring his handsome features.

Dyon didn’t understand what was going on, but he acquiesced regardless. He was certain that this mist glass was the main resource of Metodel City. How could something be both the main resource of a major city and taboo at the same time?

But when Dyon thought more deeply about it, he realized there was something he overlooked. While it was true that when his senses swept over, he had sensed many people importing and exporting this mist glass, and even discovered many both open and hidden deposits, he hadn’t checked to see whether it was being distributed amongst the normal population.

In the distance, on the battlefield, the clash of Skull and a man with a dull gaze raged one.

“You’ve insisted on this battle for over a week already, Skull. Do you really believe that if I had what you wanted, I wouldn’t have given it to you? Do you think I want to be wasting my time like this?”

The man with the dull gaze seemed to be complaining lazily, but he rebuffed Skull’s attacks without much effort. It gave the illusion that he could end the battle whenever he wanted, but this was little else other than his demeanor. He had no luxury to not use his full strength against Skull.

“Less bullshit, Roe. Give me the man who killed Old Bear or you can sit here and watch your whole city crumble. You might not care about the people here, but I know you most definitely care about the money it makes you. How else are you going to get the resources you need to cultivate the Immortal Saint Realm without it?

“Either you learn to take a step back, give me the life that deserves to be ended and the shipment that was stolen, and we can go our own separate ways. Or, you’ll suffer greater losses.”

Considering the kind of man Skull was, for him to be willing to speak so many words, it was obvious he held this Roe in high regard. And also judging by these words, this man was very likely the City Lord of Zaneta.

“I’ve told you already, I had nothing to do with it.” Roe yawned, blocking another strike. “I would much rather be sleeping right now than battling you. Why would I antagonize you now?”

Skull sneered. “Maybe because you know there’s a good chance this city is going to go up in smoke soon. If that’s the case, there’s no problem with you sacrificing it a bit early, now is there?”

Roe’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t bother to respond, regaining his lazy appearance.

“I’ll find out sooner or later what happened, Roe. Do you think I would leave such a shipment without protections and fail safes?”

Seeing Roe’s face remain expressionless, Skull began to wonder if Zaneta city really had nothing to do with it. Or maybe Roe was confident in his methods enough that he wasn’t worried?

No, that couldn’t be it. His method could be hidden from those even with the sharpest senses. It had nothing to do with how sharp you were and everything to do with how much you knew about the characteristics of the items in question. And, Skull was certain no one knew more about mist glass than himself. As for the volcanic ore, he didn’t care as much about it.

Suddenly, the expression of both men changed drastically. In a tacit understanding, they both simultaneously stopped battling and fell to a single knee, placing a fist across their hearts.

The skies trembled as space tore apart. The fluctuations of a powerful Empyrean grade treasure spread across the battlefield. But, the two Immortal Saints didn’t dare feel a shred of greed.

From the void, three figures stepped out. One was a beauty that captivated the heart, the remaining two seemed to be refined gentleman, all of whom wore red robes.

The fluctuations in their energy made it obvious that all three were Immortal Saints. But, compared to the aged appearances of Roe and Skull, they were all in the prime of their youth. It was either they had and impossible amount of talent, or unlike Roe and Skull who had to work their way up from the Lower Immortal Essence Realm, these three had a lineage so robust that they were directly born as Immortal Saints!

As Skull’s head was bowed, he suddenly felt a ripple go off in his heart.

‘The mist glass!’ His body trembled, but he didn’t dare to move.

Neither Dyon nor Skull realized their sudden connection. Dyon had taken out the mist glass before, but it had been within a concealment array he personally drew. Even Skull’s means couldn’t penetrate it. But this time, he had done so within an array drawn by a formation master of Zaneta city. Their difference in quality was too stark.

“It’s about time. Should happen any moment now…” One of the three youths spoke without bothering for the kneeling warriors all around them.

Even as his voice landed, the earthen sands filled with shards of glass began to tremble violently.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

All across the horizon, fiery pillars of red lava shot into the skies, pouring down in a deathly rain.