Reaper of the Martial World

Book 6: Chapter 277: Demon (4)

Dyon stood in the air, his fists backed by a roaring bear as they flashed forward again and again.

The 25^th White Mother watched this with a frown on her face. ‘This bell isn’t our original bell… A celestial has no business ringing the true bell, let alone Little Dyon…’

BOOM!

Almost to confirm his master’s thoughts, Dyon’s fist shattered the bell completely.

Shattered pieces of the bell flew outward, turning the core pavilion into a mess of overturned stones and pits of fire.

Dyon looked down coldly, his scales still fading in and out of existence.

There was no doubt that this commotion sent the core sect into an uproar. The core disciples were the first to make it out since they were the closest. Even the Devil Cultivators, who had begun staying at Soul Rending Peak, came out.

When they saw that it was Dyon, they were completely shocked.

“You dare come back here?!” A core disciple Dyon was decently familiar with roared. He was Wess, the very same disciple who brought Dyon to meet Violet before they headed to the tower to attend the Valley of Geniuses event.

He was skinny and tall, but he was still ranked 4^th among core disciples.

Considering his ranking and the fact he was willing to be a subordinate to the 6^th ranked Violet, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize that he had feelings for her. Even if Dyon was proven to be innocent, he would still hate Dyon for exposing his love’s body to the world. That was how delusional love often made people.

“Coming here to puff out your chest? Why? To die?” Luka sneered. He was yet another member of Violet’s faction. He hated the fact Dyon was chosen to be vice leader despite others being more qualified. As such, how could he miss an opportunity to slander Dyon?

Before anyone else could jeer, Dyon disappeared from his place in the sky, appearing before Wess in an instant.

He was silent and his expression was fierce. There was no controlling his temper, not now.

His fist collided into Wess’ chest. There was no fancy technique, no meaningless tricks, just a simple punch that resulted in an eruption of blood.

Wess flew backward hundreds of meters, colliding with building after building before finally slamming into a hill in the distance. Whether he was alive or not was completely unknown.

Dyon didn’t even bother to check. Since he had no deep enmity with Wess, this was punishment enough for his frivolous words. Whether he lived or died would be up to him.

Instead, Dyon appeared before Luka, sending a palm flying toward his face.

Luka’s eyes widened. The palm seemed slow, yet no matter what he did, he couldn’t dodge.

There was no suspense. Luka was sent flying through the core pavilion even as his face collapsed to one side.

Lilith watched this with a deep frown in her brow. She couldn’t understand Dyon’s actions, but when she realized that Dyon was taken to Soul Market yet somehow came back, she felt as though she had been struck with a bolt of lightning.

“We can’t let him leave! No matter what!” Lilith whispered fiercely, her black eyes radiating with killing intent.

Dyon’s eyes tilted to the side, landing on the white-haired beauty. “If you cross me again, I’ll kill you. There won’t be anyone here to save you again.”

There were too many mysteries in Dyon’s life. He couldn’t understand why Evangeline, someone who was so powerful yet also somehow had his best interests at heart, would stop him from killing someone who would clearly become a tumor in his life. However, thinking back on the day Evangeline stopped his killing blow and combining that with what he now knew about her, Dyon was hesitant to follow through and take Lilith’s life… For some reason, he felt that Evangeline didn’t want him to.

However, if Lilith dared to step forward to kill him, he didn’t care how beautiful she was, he’d put her in the ground.

Suddenly, the fierce crackling of what sounded like lightning blazed through the core pavilion.

The once bright skies darkened, rolling with clouds of thunder.

An unprecedented sense of danger overwhelmed Dyon, causing him to immediately circulate his movement technique.

The skies split as a bolt of black lightning fell from them with such momentum that the ground shattered when it was still hundreds of meters from its destination.

The bolt was so thick and imposing that one could easily mistake it for a legendary black scaled dragon, coiling through the skies, making its presence known to the world.

Dyon’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. “In this world, there doesn’t exist a single person who can make me kneel against my will!”

His roar trembled the skies as his back flexed along with brandished fist.

A golden light bathed Dyon, shattering any and all of the previous brown that coated the original fist technique.

At that moment, he was no longer just the embodiment of a bear, but was the king of a mountain. Filled and fueled with rage, unbridled and unfettered by the world, Dyon stood alone in the skies swinging his fist forward without a single thought of failure.

BOOM!