Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 228: Whip (1)

The scene was silent.

In truth, the death of a True God was tragic for most. These were geniuses that were practically guaranteed to become Higher Existences in the future. For one to die so young wasn’t just a tragedy for them, but a tragedy for the Martial World as a whole.

Although it was unspoken, the upper echelon of the martial world was well aware of the danger that loomed over them all. In the midst of fighting for benefits and superiority, a small seed at the back of their minds told them that their efforts were meaningless. The Mortal Plane was on the verge of collapse and the kind of individuals that could save it were the very geniuses the so unceremoniously snuffed out, one after another, for their so-called “benefits”.

The human mind was greedy and treacherous, but such blatant actions of terrible self-harm crossed a line, and they knew it. Yet, they did so anyway.

When those below saw Yandevere, a woman that Dyon may not have known for long, but had helped to the best of his abilities, actually decide to backstab him in the name of her own benefits, an uncomfortable feeling swelled in their hearts.

Aside from Wilder and God Goldeen who took great pleasure in what they were seeing, the faces of everyone else darkened at their shamelessness.

Even if they were here to fight Dyon and to take advantage of their numbers, this was within what was acceptable in the martial the martial world. Even if they won, they had no plans to humiliate or kill Dyon in the least. Yet, these people had actually schemed to do so.

Within the Demon Sage Tower, the fifty or so disciples within looked on his horror. Wasn’t that their First Senior Sister? The woman they all looked up to? What was she doing?

Even Kali who had formed a complicated relationship with Dyon felt that this was too much.

“In your next life, do understand who you can and cannot offend.” God Goldeen said lightly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your wife well in your absence.”

Of course, Christian III had no intention of bringing Madeleine out. However, he was still very interested in her flames. If he received them, he’d be able to mitigate the losses of gaining the Sovereign Flame after breaking through to the celestial realm. In that case, he’d raise himself to the level of a True God and maybe even beyond to stand toe to toe with those Outer Quadrant geniuses born with diamond spoons in their mouths.

Dyon’s body withered. He didn’t seem to react as he looked down toward the thin sword in his chest. Madeleine’s eyes glistened with tears, standing unmoving.

“I wonder,” Dyon muttered almost to himself, “Did it feel good to sell out your fellow disciples?”

Yandevere didn’t say a word, only continuing your poor her grey flames into Dyon’s body.

“This is good though.” Dyon said with a slight smile. “I half expected that the traitor among you would be some lesser ranked disciple. Since it’s you, not only will I greatly enjoy wringing you dry of whatever information you have, there should be a lot of it too.”

It was at this moment that Yandevere suddenly felt that something was wrong. She tried to pull her sword out and strike at Dyon’s head directly, but she found that her hand wouldn’t move an inch. Dyon’s hand was so firmly clamped on it that she found it impossible.

Just as she was about to circulate her energy, realizing the strength of her body wasn’t enough, the necklace that hung from her neck was suddenly ripped away. Before she could react, a Presence akin to a Demonic Mountain descended from above.

Under everyone’s eyes, Dyon wilted into a flower, disappearing into the wind as grey flecks of ash, yet, somehow Yandevere was struggling to breathe.

Her feet dangled in the sky, but she couldn’t move to claw the invisible hand that hung from her neck away. The Presence was simply too fierce. It felt as though it was pouring into her veins, cooling the flow of her blood directly.

At that moment, a sharp knife qi severed her spine. Unable to move her muscles and unable to circulate her energy, her body went absolutely limp as a blinding stream of sealing qi entered her forehead.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone present, the ‘dead’ Dyon reappeared, his large hand firmly squeezing Yandevere’s slender neck. A light smile played on his face as though he was looking at a dancing clown.

Yandevere’s head, the only part of her body that seemed to function properly anymore finally showed a true change in expression. She was absolutely horrified.

It was only at that moment that those around understood that Madeleine’s tears weren’t about the death of Dyon, but rather about the betrayal of her Senior Sister. She had been so certain of her innate ability to read the purity and impurity of others that even she was skeptical when Dyon told her this would happen. But, seeing it unfold exactly like so made it difficult to accept.

Unfortunately for Madeleine, Yandevere was the worst kind of person there was. She didn’t sense any impurity in her because Yandevere had no lingering guilt. She casually sold out her fellow disciples and killed people with even a single shadow finding its way to her heart…