Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 77: Depraved (1)

Silver Fang streaked across the skies, tearing through the black-red fog. His blood pumped, his muscles bulged, and his eyes reddened.

An aura of silver blazed like a fire around him as his hair fanned outward. It was almost as if each strand gained a mind of its own, responding to Silver Fang’s battle intent by standing at ready, prepared to lash out at any moment.

As the distance closed from several ten thousand miles, to just a few thousand, and then a few hundred, Dyon sighed.

‘I don’t know who these people are… But seems like a good opportunity.’

Silver Fang’s strength was no joke. Not only was he a heaven grade beast, he was a King. In terms of his cultivation, he had already reached the middle celestial realm… In a head to head fight, he was stronger than Dyon by a good margin.

Heaven grade beasts had power a step above a second-grade warrior’s power, but that was if they followed the beast path strictly. The problem was that while only transcendent and supreme grade beasts had access to the human path, this path was also extended to Kings of the Heaven and Earth Grade!

The five geniuses of the alliance clan, each one of them stepped onto the human path! As a result, Silver Fang was not only fueled by the second-grade strength of his beast bloodline, giving him the equivalent of a second grade body path cultivator, he only had the energy path strength of a first grade human genius!

A hundred miles… Ten miles… One mile…

In an instant, Silver Fang was upon Dyon. However, his eyes couldn’t help but contract. Seeing Dyon’s ghastly appearance and the lizard at his feet, it was obvious to him that Dyon had just undergone a devastating battle.

‘He’s in this condition yet I’m still so fearful?!’ Silver Fang’s chest convulsed with unending contradiction and discomfort. Should he fight? Should he run away?

‘FORWARD!’ He roared in his mind. He knew that if he took a single step back, his path to an undefeatable spirit would be over. Never again would he have the chance of looking over the world with disdain.

He absolutely refused. The Golden Crowned Crow Clan had ruled for too long! It was his Clan’s time to rise!

“Hold on a moment.”

Silver Fang’s body froze in the air. A cold sweat permeated his very being as his raised fist hung without conviction a mere meter from Dyon’s sitting body.

A pressure he couldn’t put into words weighed down on him. He felt inadequate, as though he didn’t have the right to meet Dyon’s eyes, as though he didn’t even have the right to share the same space as him.

“Do you know what this is?” Dyon held up a beautiful palm sized marble. Its innards sparkled with various shades of red fog that moved as though it was a beating heart.

Beads of perspiration fell from Silver Fang’s body. In that moment, he could feel his silver robes slowly stick to his tall and lean frame. Suddenly, he felt naked and cold…. The whole world had melted away to leave behind Dyon and Dyon alone.

Silver Fang’s heartbeat like a war drum, threatening to shatter his ribs with just the smallest bit of added pressure.

“Kill me.” He finally said.

Dyon shook his head. “You beasts are truly pitiful. You’re so blessed by the heavens that you cower when it’s time to go against it.”

Silver Fang’s life glowed with a fierce light. “Kill me.”

“Weren’t you determined just now? I wonder, why is it that you’ve given up?”

The humiliation formed a lump in Silver Fang’s throat. He didn’t understand what was happening to him. He felt like he couldn’t even control his own body.

Dyon had known this would happen. His bestial aura was too much for a heaven grade beast, even if he was a king, to withstand. He didn’t even have to use his Presence.

Looking into Silver Fang’s yellow eyes, Dyon pondered. He could sense two streaks of silver light bounding toward them at their fastest speed, but clearly, they were much slower than Silver Fang himself.

“Your wives are on their way.” Dyon said slowly.

Panic struck Silver Fang for the first time. “They have nothing to do with this. Let them go.”

Dyon’s head tilted to the side as he ate another mouthful of beast meat. Seeing Dyon ingest so much without side effect, Silver Fang couldn’t help but think he was very stupid. Was this really the person he thought he could beat? Even he would have to meditate for hours on a single small bite, yet Dyon was practically stuffing his face.

‘What kind of flame could even cook this meat?!’ The more Silver Fang analyzed, the more panicked he grew. He felt remorse, not because he couldn’t fight back, but because he had brought his wives into this mess with him.

“You disgust me.” Dyon suddenly said.

Rage lit Silver Fang’s eyes. He disgusted him?! He was sitting here, practically threatening the lives of his wives, two women who had nothing to do with this, but he was the disgusting one?!

“You know the lives of your wives are in danger, yet you still don’t dare to move. Are you even a man?”

The moment he heard these words, Silver Fang’s heart stopped beating.

Was Dyon holding his arms down? Did he feed him a paralyzing poison? No. And no. So, what was holding him back? Was he really unwilling to move for fear of Dyon’s retaliation, even with the lives of his loved ones on the line?

Silver Fang’s chest fiercely thumped, a silver light once more erupting from him as he roared into the skies.