Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 33: Adjustment (3)

“You …! You’re!”

Dyon calmly stood in the void of space above the last of the nine most inhabited planets. Before him stood a man who towered in height, standing at almost three meters tall.

To his side, five other individuals stood with ugly expressions on their faces. Below, the home they had known was being cleansed with blood. The most agonizing part was that they could clearly sense how weak the so-called “experts” of this invading army was, yet they also knew they couldn’t move from this spot or else the young man before them wouldn’t have anyone to keep him in check.

Dyon slowly scanned their faces. Each of them were geniuses of the Five Beast Clans. Two were from the Earth Skinned Salamanders, while the remaining four were from the other four Clans.

Though each of them were Pseudo Dao experts, they were no match for Dyon. Dyon speculated that a single attack would be enough to kill all six of them. But… He didn’t want to do this. If he killed all the experts he came across, how would his empire grow?

“There’s no need to worry.” Dyon said calmly. “My people will not commit acts of murder without reason. Beasts and humans will be treated equally.”

“Vile human scum!” One of the female experts roared in anger. “You’ve already enslaved so many of our beastmen with your underhanded, cowardly means. Now you want us to believe such drivel?!”

“It doesn’t particularly matter whether you believe me or not. Not now, anyway.” Dyon shrugged. “Either way, I have no intention of killing you all. You will play quite important roles in the future of my empire.”

“Attack him!”

The female brushed past her companions, launching herself forward at blinding speeds.

Seeing her attack, the remaining five had no choice but to act as well. Their bestial instincts, despite their following the human path, were screaming at them to run. They knew they were no match for Dyon, but they directly fought anyway.

Judging by the reptilian look in the female’s eyes, Dyon was certain that she was from the Purple Scaled King Viper. So, he was quite surprised by her actions.

Usually, the Purple Scaled King Viper women were quite lascivious in nature. When faced with powerful men, even in these sorts of situations, their first instinct was still to mate. If they could be subservient to a powerful man, their children would also be powerful and thus have a greater chance at becoming dragons.

But, it seemed this woman was a perfect example of there always being an exception to the rule. Instead of trying to seduce Dyon, she did what could possibly be considered the direct opposite in attacking to kill him.

Unfortunately for her, her bestial instincts were correct.

Not wanting to kill them, Dyon’s meridians filled with the airy light type qi.

In the next instinct, a beautiful silver barrier projected from his body. And though it was far more transparent than it was usually, the result was still far more devastating than it had been in the past.

“AAGHH!”

The female warrior was blasted backward, the fist she had thought was about to connect with Dyon’s jaw snapping under the reflected pressure.

Her companions were no different, flying back as globules of their own blood hung in the vacuum of space.

The three-meter-tall man who spoke to Dyon first wiped his blood from his lips.

“Calm yourself, Lereni!” He roared. “What I was about to say before you tried to force us to our deaths is that he’s the man from the recording!”

“What?!”

The six were completely thunderstruck. However, there was one among them, a man with pale skin, deep set black eyes and black hair, not to mention an ugly hooked nose, that trembled the most fiercely at this information.

He was the elder cousin of the genius Dyon slaughtered in that very video, a member of the Golden Crown Ravens… Cousin to Balor.

“You…” A bloody aura wafted from the hook-nosed man.

Though he was absolutely livid, the others were simply shocked. How long had it been since then? Even if the time warping abilities of Chaos Universe were taken into account, how long? Not more than a few hundred years?

You’re saying that this young man went from the Saint Realm, to the Pseudo Celestial Realm, in just a few hundred years?! That was impossible!

If they knew that the reality was that Dyon used less than 10 years, maybe they would faint in shock.

When Dyon realized why it was they were shocked, he adjusted some inner thoughts of his. While it was good that he took his enemies seriously, he also had to remember for the future that their definition of genius and his were vastly different.

Dyon was born in a universe where becoming a Saint took hundreds to thousands of years. He remembered a time when Madeleine’s former master scoffed at the idea that he could ever become a Saint in just 30 years. Now he was on the verge of entering the dao realm. The difference was too drastic.

When he conquered this land, he knew that couldn’t be the end of it. He had to work hard to raise their standards so that once the Ancient Battlefield descended, they would be more than canon fodder.

“For now, you all can go to sleep.” Dyon’s hand stretched out, his Presence blooming out in full force.

The six felt a mighty existence suddenly appear. The feeling was so jarring that they directly passed out, only to be sent into Dyon’s Inner World.