Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 275: Demon (2)

No one dared to stop Dyon’s forward momentum. Although Dyon hadn’t fought on that faithful day, they all saw the video of him knocking away the previous first ranked core disciple with such ease.

Even the half the crowd that had been outspoken about what Dyon’s punishment should be said absolutely nothing. After all, they were cowards. Without the backing of the sect elders, they didn’t dare to say anything to Dyon.

As for those on that day that were smart enough to understand that not everything was so simple, they were thrown into a fit of confusion. How did Dyon come back? Or, more importantly, was he really back for revenge? It had only been a week or so since that day, what the hell happened? It was impossible for someone to get powerful enough to change anything in that short amount of time. That meant if Dyon had to power to now, he should have had the power to then. So why did he allow what happened to happen?

By the time Dyon made it to the barrier bridge connecting the outer sect to the inner sect, it could be considered that the entire population of the outer sect had made their way to his back. Even the guards to the inner sect didn’t dare put on the airs of the Punishment Faction, directly moving out of Dyon’s way as well.

His aura… It was simply far too dangerous…

When Dyon’s foot landed on the bridge, it completely shattered, unable to withstand his steps.

In the past, this would have been impossible. How could such a high-ranking sect possibly have such a feeble bridge? However, after the war, many things in the sect had to be rebuilt, including this bridge.

Despite the bridge collapsing, though, Dyon’s foot didn’t slip even an inch downward. It was only at that moment that everyone noticed that this entire time, Dyon’s feet had never touched the ground!

With simple flicks of his ankle, he seemed to be able to send tens of thousands of jin of force downward, causing the ground, and now even the air, to shatter.

Dyon’s [Whipping Wing, Galloping Steps] had been pushed to yet another level. The first variation didn’t have enough flexibility because the movement of slamming your foot downward was far to exaggerated. So, Dyon changed it again. The first aspect of the technique was an induced cognitive dissonance, and the second? It concentrated the power of the technique into his ankles, hardly requiring the movement of his knees and hips.

In an instant, Dyon had glided across the chasm leading to the inner sect.

“What kind of movement technique is that?” The breathing of the outer sect disciples grew heavy, even the elders couldn’t help but rub their eyes, double and triple checking their senses.

“That has to be a legendary earth level technique, no?” A younger disciple gasped.

“Maybe it’s even of the heaven level!”

The discussion grew so fierce that they didn’t even notice when Dyon disappeared over the horizon and into the mountain rise.

Normally, cultivators could tell in an instant what level a technique was purely based on experience. For them to not be able to tell there were only explanations: either they had never used a technique of such a level, or it had broken out of the normal rankings through the One with Self realm!

The instant Dyon’s foot landed in the inner sect, it was as though an earthquake raged through.

The commotion stormed through the inner sect, causing yet another crowd to form in an instant.

At this very moment, the three disciples who testified against Dyon were enjoying the spoils of their labor. Very soon, the mystical world would be opening, and it was quite an important event for the sect. If they could grow powerful enough and could get a few chances, they could ascend the heavens in a single step.

Although the world opening was a trial for trial disciples, official disciples were also allowed to enter and temper themselves. This was why the three of them were so excited about the gifts Violet gave them.

They each got ten or so red pills that filled their bodies with strength and vitality, along with what looked like a blob of light.

The best part was that a few days after they testified against Dyon, Arthurian also came to bribe them, giving them even more benefits to ensure that Violet would never turn against him.

It could be said that they became rich overnight.

“Haha! Junior Brothers, we’ve really struck it rich this time!”

One of the three shook his head. “That Dyon is truly too pitiful. What do you think he did to anger Senior Sister like that?”

“I really can’t be bothered to care.” The last of the three stepped in to answer. “His sacrifice is our good fortune? Who cares?”

The three looked at each other before falling into a fit of laughter. Feeling very pleased with themselves.

BOOM!

A shocking explosion raged through the inner sect, causing the three of them to frown and float into the air, following along with everyone else toward the source of the sound.

Considering they were powerful enough to join Violet’s faction along with Dyon, they were ranked quite highly among inner disciples, and as such, were among the first few to reach the sight of Dyon.

The three of them froze in the air, feeling as though they had seen a ghost.

A deep cold sweat permeated their backs, but they would never get the chance to run away.