Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 308: Third (1)

Dyon floated in the air, his emotions fluctuating in a difficult to control manner. His logic told him that killing the three of them where they stood would bring trouble he wasn’t equipped to handle, but the surging royal blue titan emperor blood within him couldn’t tolerate what he had just heard.

A large part of the reason why Dyon had yet to send Aki back to the Kitsune Clan along with Masako and Gin was because he castrated him in a fit of anger. Currently, the kitsune clan still didn’t know about this, but if they did, it would cause an enmity that was impossible to mend. 

Dyon understood his mistake afterward, but he refused to forgive Aki. In the end, he planned on keeping Aki with him until he cultivated enough skill in pill concoction to create a pill capable of curing him. It was exactly for this reason that he also brought Masako back from the brink of death as well, to avoid irreversible harm.

Even Dyon understood just how indecisive these actions of his were. The longer he kept the three kistune geniuses, the less use they would have to his ultimate plan. How could their Clans place any trust in them after they spent so long in enemy hands? Only a fool would do so.

Now, Dyon had learned that the kitsune clan had closed off their borders. He understood that he had missed his opportunity and the pawns he cultivated had become useless.

Dyon wanted to grow as a leader, he wanted to stop making rash decisions and delicately plan out his next steps. He wanted to be capable of enduring when he should and moving forward only when he was 100% certain of success, but it just wasn’t in his being to act this way.

Now, he faced the same crossroads he had faced many times before. To kill, or not to kill.

Seconds later, Clara and Ri who had been lagging behind caught up with Dyon. They thought something big had happened. Dyon all of a sudden stopped talking and laughing with them and disappeared. By the time they realized what was happening, he was already several thousand kilometers from them. Even with their cultivation, it took several minutes to catch up.

Anabella, Chrysanthemum and Anak had all been surprised by Dyon’s sudden arrival, but when they saw Clara and Ri, their sinister intentions began to shine through.

“Comet Lord Gallagher.” Anak spoke. “I’ll give you one chance to turn away and leave this place. I’ll pretend as though I never saw you. But, if you so choose to stay here, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

“Shut up you overgrown green giant.” Clara snorted, turning her cold gaze away as though she couldn’t be bothered to continue their conversation.

In truth, when Clara said green giant, she had been referring to a mortal world vegetable brand. Her meaning was that he was a greenhorn who didn’t even understand that he was the one in danger now. But how could Anak know that? So, when he heard Clara call him a green giant, she assumed he was calling him a cuckold.

His features twisted with rage. “What did you say to me?!”

Clara’s lip twitched with disdain. “Why did this green giant suddenly lose his temper? Definitely something only a green giant would do.”

Clara didn’t even realize just how much her words pissed Anak off.

All these months, Dyon had been titled the masked wife stealer. But, who else remembered better than Anak how that name came about? It was precisely because the masked man made both he and True God Sacharro cuckolds, practically all but stating that Madeleine was his, that the name came about.

However, before he could say any more, Dyon cut him off.

“I’ll give you to the count of three. For every three seconds that pass without you three rolling out of my sight, another one of you will pay the cost of a limb.”

Anabella’s lazy expression suddenly woke up to these words.

“What did you say to us you delusion bastard?!” Chrysanthemum screeched. She could still remember how Dyon and Ri humiliated her before, how could she take these words lying down.

“One.”

Anak’s body trembled, an unbridled heat wafting off of him. Chrysanthemum could only leap from his shoulder, afraid that her dress and skin would burn away.

“I’ll kill you!”

“Two.”

Anak charged forward, the small wing tattoos on his back lighting up as his minor angel blood boiled.

“Three.”

Dyon’s eyes flashed with an enraged light. Shockingly, he didn’t even bother with Anak who was charging right for him. Instead, his fingers pressed together, concentrating an unmatched sword qi.

With a thought, his wrist flicked forward. Even Anabella could only barely register what happened before a pained cry shook the darkened ocean.

Anak stopped in his tracks, his overgrown body shivering in terror as a bloody mark split across his cheek.

He looked back slowly toward his wife, an area that just so happened to be where the agonizing scream came from.

Chrysanthemum fainted from shock. Not only her arm, but even a large part of her shoulder fell, severed from her body. In fact, the sword qi had been so devastating that even a portion of her ribs and breast were cut in two. What remained of her lung practically spilled out from the wound.

Anak hadn’t seen the attack. Anabella hadn’t been able to react to the attack. And Chrysanthemum suffered greatly. Didn’t that mean he could kill them all with a thought?