Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 56: Peace (2)

Dyon took out a familiar black wrest band and stared at it blankly for a moment.

He had never asked what this latter half of the Dragon King thought of this battle. He had assumed that they had diverged enough that he was uncaring. But it seemed that he had misinterpreted his intentions.

It wasn’t that he was uncaring, but rather that he too wanted it to end. No matter how far they diverged, they were fundamentally the same person, carrying the same pride.

How must he have felt being beneath Dyon’s thumb for so long? Yet, there was nothing he could do about it all this time.

This was the first chance the Dragon King ever had to escape Dyon. His suppression relied on the Heavens recognizing him as a weapon, but Dyon had broken away from the Heavens. On top of that, in the instant of the Dragon King’s death, Dyon intention was for the Dragon King to die. Taking advantage of both things, the spirit Dragon King was able to find a loophole to dissipate his consciousness without Dyon’s permission.  

Dyon smiled bitterly and shook his head.

“I hear you loud and clear… Old Lizard..”

Dyon held the two halves of the Dragon King’s soul in his hands, filled with a complicated feeling.

One had the shape of a small white dragon sleeping without a single sign of waking up. All those who didn’t have innate auroras had white nascent souls just like this.

The other was a spirit without form or shape. It was clear that the Dragon King hadn’t sacrificed his prowess for the fun he was having on the mortal plane. His treasure form only had a small wisp of his consciousness and had next to nothing of his strength.

The only time Dyon had ever directly used the Dragon King’s strength was when he evoked a bit of his Dragon Soul when he was battling Chenglei’s grandfather. Other than that, this spirit really didn’t have much strength at all.

Dyon’s bitter smile faded, replaced by a fierce glint.

He lost control of his Presence for a moment. The pressure was so severe that Crystella had no ability to remain standing anymore. Even before the Dragon King, she managed remained standing. But this sort of aura was too much.

Her knees slammed against her flying treasure. A small grimace left her soft lips as she almost felt her kneecaps shatter.

“Since you want to stand at the top of the world, I’ll bring you there.”

Dyon’s good mood dissipated. The immortal plane could push even an existence like the Dragon King to such an extent…

The Dragon King had been by his side for so long. Ever since he was a 13-year-old boy… The Old Lizard hadn’t been kidding. He really had watched Dyon grow up.

Dyon had already lost count of the number of times the Dragon King had saved him, the amount of banter they had exchanged, the number of life experiences they had shared.

Others might think it was disrespectful to take the Dragon King as a corpse puppet after all this time, but by now, Dyon had a very deep understanding of the old lizard’s demeanor. He would never waste time caring about what happened to his body after his death.

This action wasn’t for the Dragon King. It was only Dyon symbolically letting the old lizard know that he cared, that he understood his plight.

Maybe Dyon wasn’t truly aware of it until now, but the Dragon King was likely the greatest friend he had had in his lifetime. And maybe even more tragically, this was always the way a friendship between two men like them would always end.

It took a long time before Dyon could rein in his emotions. Beneath him, the Dragon King’s blood continued to seep out, coating his bare feet in the sticky liquid.

“… I’ll make sure the Dragon King’s name rings through this infected land. I’ll make these Immortals feel the same despair you felt today. I’ll show them that even if their fists were larger than yours, they will never have your courage.”

Dyon knew that the Dragon King’s current state wasn’t entirely because he was untalented.

The [Dragon and Phoenix Dual Cultivation] technique… The Dragon King had been chased like a dog for a long time after others learned that he had it in his possession. Something like finding time to diligently comprehend and cultivate when being chased by the whole of the Immortal Plane was impossible.

As an ascended mortal, even though he was a member of the Draconic Hegemon, he had no standing to ask for their help. Only if he handed over his treasures would he had such a chance. But with his pride, would he ever do such a thing?

Feeling more pissed off than he ever thought he would… he wanted to make them all pay.

“[Corpse Devour].”

Dyon’s jaw set, a deathly aura erupting from his body.

The Dragon King’s flesh and blood began to seep into his bones, being greedily swallowed with each passing moment.

Dyon casually threw out the corpses of Skull and Roe, causing a sharp intake of breath from Immortal Saints. They had already guessed it before… But now they were certain.

“[Devour].”

Dyon crushed the Dragon King’s nascent soul and spirit in his hand, absorbing it himself.