Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 13: 2×2 (1)

Dyon’s calm expression turned savage. Pent of rage that had been brewing within his chest for years rose up.

Dyon didn’t bring Ri and Clara here to show off like he said. They were his wives, not his trophies.

They knew how he felt, they could see into his soul just like he could see into theirs. He brought them here to bear witness to his revenge for them.

In an instant, Dyon layered the dragon scale with saint grade bold type energy and [Cleanse], his golden wings blooming into existence.

The moment he stepped into the silver silk stage, he had a breakthrough in his [Titan Emperor’s Will], allowing him to access the second of nine stages.

What kind of power did a 40 times multiplier provide?… In simple terms… It was devastating.

All three dao experts were blasted backward, their expressions changing to horror as they felt their arms nearly break in on themselves.

[Cleanse] was too powerful. Even without using it with holy type energy, the three of them felt as though their energy had been suddenly ripped away from them. And, to make matters worse, the moment their fists landed on the golden dragon scale, they were assaulted by a fierce Dragon Soul layered atop Dyon’s Presence that not only reflected their attacks, but multiplied them several fold.

Dyon’s arm retracted, causing the dragon scale to shrink and spin around him. It moved so quickly that it became like a halo of gold, matching the ring to Dyon’s back that held his wings.

“[Torment].”

Dyon stood in the skies like a God. His skin glistened as though carved of diamond. His golden wings shone downward like a divine decree. And his hands spread outward, welcoming hundreds of royal blue arrays in an instant.

It felt as though a bloody hell descended upon Low Sapientia City. The cognitive dissonance was simply too striking.

The blue arrays were beautiful, and the spears that slowly appeared from their depths were even more so. They shone like sapphires purified by a dragon’s breath…

However, the feeling they gave off was anything but purified. Those who watched felt their hearts quake, a deep sense of inevitability of death overwhelming their senses.

[Torment]. The second stage of Dyon’s [Judgement] arrays.

“[Accelerate].” Gears of gold spun within Dyon’s eyes as an Armageddon of falling blue meteors descended from the skies.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The martial world watched on in shock as Dyon unleashed his fury upon three dao experts. Whenever they tried to stand or recover, even flee, another word would leave Dyon’s lips that destroyed their attempts. It was as though Dyon was a predator, playing with his prey…

“[Devour].”

Another attempt to gather atmospheric qi was destroyed by a single word.

Despair filled the faces of the dao experts. Their leader wanted to retreat, but the Faith of the Sapientia was on the line.

The truth of the matter was that Dyon’s [Torment] was powerful, but not powerful enough to kill or mortally injure a dao expert. Though it could slaughter a peak celestial with ease and threaten a pseudo-dao expert, the leap to the next realm was too large.

What Dyon was doing here wasn’t attempting to kill them… He was humiliating them.

Their attempts to recover were continuously thwarted, they couldn’t gather up their power because Dyon’s Presence was too fierce, and even when they managed to pull in an inkling on strength, [Devour] or [Cleanse] would instantly disperse it.

Soon, even those watching understood what Dyon’s purpose was as they ran from the city. Even if he could kill them, he was choosing not to. He wanted this very day to be etched into the minds of all of those present.

It was at that moment that Dyon did something that crossed a line of no returned.

As the three dao experts were screaming in agony, having their minds and bodies attacked simultaneously, Dyon took out a haggled figure from his inner world, holding the man up by his neck.

No one recognized him immediately, he looked too different from his usual self.

His brunette hair was a mess, his body was covered in soot and grime, and dried blood riddled his skin. But… when his eyes opened, revealing their golden shine, the whole world gasped.

Emperor Primus Sapientia. Aritzia’s elder brother. Key wielder of Sapientia Quadrant.

“Don’t!” The leader of the dao experts screamed. “Think about what you’re doing! You don’t want to make an enemy of us!”

Her screams were almost unintelligible, not because her words weren’t clear, but because the screams of her fellow Sapientia were too fierce. The combination of Presence and a mental attack was too fierce. It was like experiencing your mind being shredded apart from the inside out.

“No…” Dyon said faintly, his Presence forcing his words into the ears of all those who watched. “You don’t want to make an enemy out of me. It’s too bad you’ve already done so.”

Dyon crushed Primus’ neck, holding him tightly as his life was slowly wrung out.

To no one’s surprise, the key wielder of the Sapientia also had a Life Saving Jade attached to his body. But, Dyon hadn’t killed Primus simply for the sake of killing him. He had killed him so that he could snatch the Sapientia’s key from them.

From today on. Just like Dyon had said. The Sapientia would have no place among the tower quadrants.