Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 162: Fast (1)

A steamy hot breath left Dyon’s lips.

It took a lot to even dent his soul stamina, let alone for him to feel as drained as he was now. It was quite a rare feeling, but it only made him smile.

He realized immediately that this drain on his soul wasn’t actually due to the requirements of the technique, but rather because he forcefully activated it without comprehending even a single percent of its true essence.

If it wasn’t for the fact his opponent’s were both suppressed by Chenglei’s Dragon Soul and the massive floating continent above, the three Grand Elders wouldn’t have died so tragically.

But, hadn’t Dyon specifically picked this Gate? This wasn’t the Gate housing the Epistemic Tower, or else it would have 9 key towers instead of 8. Why would Dyon pick this Gate out of all of his options?

Judging by the current situation, the answer to that question was obvious.

Still, the fact he could activate the technique at all without having spent the time to comprehend it was a testament to how oppressive his soul qi reserves had become.

“Oh?” Dyon’s gaze casually turned back to Kaori.

Because he focused his strike on the three Grand Elders, they were already dead. But, the four numbered warriors were only heavily injured. Dyon was more interested in letting Chenglei refine them into one of his skeleton warriors, so he had left their bodies intact.

This was all to say that Dyon hardly paid attention to Kaori. Though, ‘hardly’, in Dyon case was a hundred times better than what someone else could do with their full and undivided attention. After all, his divine sense was locked on to the Void Clan Patriarch, there was nothing Kaori could do that he wouldn’t see through immediately.

But, it seemed Dyon had underestimated the value BPA placed on Kaori.

He, who was several hundred kilometers away, had suddenly taken out a spatial treasure of some sort. Dyon himself didn’t need to confirm this because Little Yin and Yang were more than enough.

It seemed this treasure was actually great enough to escape Dyon’s spatial seal. He could only watch as Kaori held tightly onto the disk plate, its sharp edges tearing into his flesh.

He had lost his father, his son… and now his grandfather to the Sacharro Clan. The hatred in his heart couldn’t be quelled by normal means, but he also knew it was useless to stay here.

His gaze met Dyon’s across the long distance, a cold calmness in his eyes despite the trembling of his hands.

“What a bother.” Dyon muttered.

He wasn’t a fan of letting enemies go. The only reason Lionel and his wife survived was because he had been in a coma at the time. The only reason Chenglei survived was because Dyon made a promise to Ancestor Daiyu to help the Daiyu Clan rise back up once again. Since he had made such a promise, how could he arbitrarily kill Chenglei just because the latter didn’t want to follow him? So he let Chenglei go as well, something that ended up greatly benefitting him in the end.

But this time, it seemed he had no choice. The disk in Kaori’s hand had already sealed the space around him. Though Dyon could see him clearly, they were the equivalent of several universes apart already.

Though Kaori was relatively untalented in cultivation, he still had the void affinity of a Void Kitsune. Giving him such a treasure was akin to giving wings to a tiger.

‘A treasure capable of making an inch a mile… It has similar concepts to my [One Inch. One Mile] movement technique, but far deeper and more exaggerated… It’s definitely a Pseudo Treasure of the 33 Heavens…’

Dyon’s heart turned cold. If such a treasure was actively used in war, one could imagine the devastation it could cause.

There was a true Treasure of the 33 Heavens, one of the 11 Energy Path treasures, that had this ability as well. At first, Dyon’s heart seized, thinking that BPA actually had such a treasure on hand. But he relaxed after realizing it was a replica…

However, even as a replica, the ability of this treasure was too devastating. If Kaori wasn’t saving it as a trump card and used it from the very beginning, this battle wouldn’t have ended so simply.

Kaori’s calm gaze became a frown. He realized that Dyon wasn’t underestimating him due to his poor cultivation, nor was there greed in his eyes when he realized the treasure he had in his possession.

As Kaori’s place in Dyon’s heart was rising, so too was the vice versa occurring.

Without a word, Kaori finally disappeared.

‘This person is too decisive. He didn’t even try to alert the Holy Mammoth warriors, nor did he take any of his own kitsune warriors…’

In fact, Dyon had a hunch that Kaori didn’t even return to the Kitsune Clan. If he was correct, Kaori was a long way from this quadrant already, entirely giving it up without an ounce of hesitation.

Dyon shook his head, ‘What does such a man have to lose? He’s lost his son, father and grandfather to me, why should he care about the Kitsune Clan anymore?’

Though Dyon said these words, he only grew more serious.

Kaori had put over ten years of blood sweat and tears into this moment, into finally forcing the Shruti Empire to kneel, yet he threw it all away…

This person was dangerous.