Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 112: Lord Husband (2)

Amphorae clung to Dyon so tightly that he was completely unable to breathe. Even still, he had a serene expression on his face, silently holding onto her tender frame while stroking her long hair.

By now, the Demon Sage’s skin had torn through all colors of the rainbow. It had started red, before deepening so fiercely that it turned violet, then blue. In the end, it darkened to the point where it turned black before suddenly becoming white and green. Who could have known that a spirit could undergo so many changes?!

“Y – y – you! Get away from my daughter!” The Demon Sage’s roar shook the Palace, causing Zabia and the Vinum disciples who had just been resting to startle awake, shocking expressions on their faces.

Dyon didn’t seem to hear him at all, even a lord of the heavens couldn’t make him let of Amphorae, not when tears were streaming down her face.

When last he saw this wife of his, she had sacrificed her life for his sake. If it wasn’t for Amphorae, Dyon would have died in his second trial.

Back then, his body had somehow gone into the trial itself. While for others, it would have simply ended in failure, for him, there were only two paths: success or die.

It was because Amphorae sacrificed everything that Dyon could stand here today. How could he betray the love of such a woman for petty jealousy? He would never. Could never.

“Husband, – I – I.” Amphorae tried to speak, but her emotions choked her words. This beauty who was so well known for her calm and elegant demeanor was anything but right now.

“There’s no need to explain.” Dyon said with a smile, holding her gently.

Amphorae’s eyes flashed with a hint of confusion before a knowing glint lit them. She giggled to herself silently, something that shocked even her. ‘Stupid husband.’

But in the end, she said nothing.

“Well I do need an explain!” The Demon Sage roared. This whole time he had been making fun of Dyon as some lovesick puppy. Could he even be called a man for falling in love at first sight? These were his inner thoughts. Yet, his daughter was just whisked away? Just like that? How could he stand such a thing?

Dyon looked up to the Demon Sage. “You’re not allowed to die now, even if you want to.”

“What did you say to me?!” The Demon Sage was losing his mind. What did this snotty nosed brat think this was? He was the mighty Demon Sage! Even his enemies only dared to attack his empire after he was gone!

“You heard me. Since you’re Amphorae’s father, you have no right to die as you please. If you dare to think otherwise, I’ll seal your spirit for all of eternity. Try me.” Dyon’s eyes flashed.

Before, he had been planning on letting the Demon Sage do whatever he wanted. It was already difficult enough for him to father the resources to build bodies for his master and the titled geniuses, building one for the demon sage would put him at his wits end.

One had to know that the blue print for the body was within the soul. If the materials weren’t powerful enough to rebuild the Demon Sage’s body, Dyon’s efforts would collapse.

Rebuilding a celestial beast body was already so difficult, to add the body of a martial saint on top of that? It was too difficult!

Plus, the Demon Sage was annoying. They were akin to oil and water whenever they interacted. It would probably be better for his sanity if he allowed the Demon Sage to be stubborn.

But, now that he knew that the Demon Sage was actually Amphorae’s father in her second life, how could he allow him to die just because he wanted to be arrogant? Fuck that. The Demon Sage in spirit form was no match for Dyon.

One had to consider the fact that even at his peak, the Demon Sage’s soul was weaker than Dyon’s now. Now, he was only a remnant piece of that original soul. He stood not a single chance.

In Dyon’s arms, Amphorae smiled sweetly, breathing in Dyon’s scent. She knew how stubborn this father of hers was, maybe only Dyon’s brash approach could control him.

The Demon Sage trembled in rage. “Do you think I won’t just burn my soul? You think you can turn me into a puppet?”

Before the Demon Sage could finish speak, a magnificent ancient temple appeared in the air. In an instant, let alone burn his soul, the Demon Sage couldn’t even lift a finger or speak!

“You have no will of your own anymore!” Dyon said with a stern expression, causing the Demon Sage to fall into a fit of depression.

“Father, don’t be so stubborn.” Amphorae spoke lightly, leaving Dyon’s embrace to stand by his side. Her voice had once more gained its calm and she had begun to exude a pressure that made Dyon’s heart palpitate. Not even a million of him would be enough to defeat this wife of his.

He couldn’t get over how beautiful she was, it made his lower belly light with flame that made even his titan diamond body uncomfortable.

The Demon Sage gritted his teeth. Was this really his fate?

“Just… Just tell me how this happened, dammit!”