Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Empress Aspirant Cativa's expression change. 'Life Saving Jade! But whose jade activated? True God Sacharro's?... Or Diasho Ken's?...'

In that moment, a man appeared in the skies. He was middle aged, but his features were chiseled to perfection. His facial hair was cleanly shaven, his black hair was done up elaborately, pinned with what seemed like the symbol of their royalty. Finally, what gave his identity away were his golden robes, inscribed with a sword crossed Holy Grail.

It suddenly became obvious to everyone what had happened. Diasho Ken died!

The middle-aged man swept his gaze over the battlefield. Even when seeing thousands of members of his Five Blade Families strewn about on the ground, he had no particular reaction. Eventually, his eyes laid upon Diasho Ken's body which had been split in half vertically.

His hand swept over, wrapping Diasho Ken's body in an encasement of light. With one motion, he swept his arm across the landscape, sending Diasho Ken to the territory of the Five Blade Families.

In the end, his gaze finally landed on Dyon. At the moment, Dyon's body laid flat, staring up and into the skies. He could very clearly see that this man was now looking at him, but he hardly had the energy to move. Even if this man wanted to do something, could he stop him?

In truth, the middle-aged man knew little of what was happening here. Honestly, he hadn't even heard of Dyon's name before. As a man of his standing, like many others of his level, they hardly cared for the matters of the younger generation.

All he knew was that this young man was incredibly dangerous. In addition, with his level of cultivation, seeing through Dyon was a simple task. He could tell that Dyon had no Faith attached to him whatsoever. That could only mean that he was a genius with no backing. Therefore, he didn't hesitate to kill him.

The middle-aged man pointed his finger toward Dyon. 'Weapon's Master Will. That is the bane of my Five Blade Families. It's better that such a genius no longer exists.'

When those in the distance saw the actions of this middle-aged man, their doubt grew stronger. They knew that this man wasn't a fool. If Dyon truly had a powerful Clan backing him, he would definitely sense it! If he did, there was no way he would foolishly lose himself in anger and attack.

Could it be that they were all wrong? Could it be that Dyon didn't actually have a massive Clan backing him at all?

Even just the faint killing the middle-aged man emanated made Dyon feel as though his bones were crumbling. He hadn't even made a true move yet, but it was like the Heavens had already understood what this man wanted to do and were bending to his will. Was this the true pinnacle of cultivation?...

Dyon attempted to move. Even in the face of this absolute power, his mind remained resolute. If this would be the place he died, so be it. However, he would never allow himself to fall into that state of depravity and helplessness again.

He sneered as he looked up at the man above him. His attempts to raise himself up had failed, but his tongue remained as sharp as ever.

"You'd better make sure you erase me in body and in soul, Trash Diasho, or that lofty position your pitiful Clan has been holding is bound to come crumbling down at my hands."

Dyon projected his voice. The majesty and dignity hidden within it was undeniable. Simply by virtue of the fact his Presence was imbued into his very being, there wasn't a soul on the lower tier that didn't hear him.

In the distance, True God Aurum's ears perked up. He suddenly began to laugh. He looked toward the two women by his side and inexplicably turned to leave.

True God Lux and Nativus smiled lightly. Without a word, they too turned to leave.

The middle-aged man, however, didn't have much of a reaction to Dyon's words. It was as though he hadn't heard them at all. To reach his level of cultivation, one's mind must be as calm as the waters of the stillest lake. Simple prods and debased swearing wouldn't move him.

In truth, even with Dyon's genius clear before him, that wasn't enough for him to believe that Dyon would definitely become a threat in the future. Geniuses like Dyon only had a good chance to reach him realm, better than most others. But, those at his level also knew that nothing was certain. It could be said that he only stepped up to kill Dyon only because it took a marginal amount of effort. It was akin to someone picking up a 1 dollar bill simply because they were bent over already. Nothing more, nothing less.

His finger didn't even so much as pause. As far as he was concerned, whatever legend this youth had been building up until now would end here.

Dyon's grand teacher, who had been watching this whole matter, snorted with disdain. This was the tower, not the outside world. Did he really believe he could do as he pleased? If in Abraxus' eyes, Dyon was worthy to ascend to the pinnacle, what did the opinion of this arrogant prick mean? If Dyon was an ant in his eyes, wasn't he even less than an ant in Abraxus' eyes?

Yet, just before he interfered, planning to use the tower mechanisms to crush this man's projection, Abraxus stopped. A light smile playing his features. It seemed he wouldn't have to act at all.

Just as the middle-aged man's finger was about to descend upon Dyon, his brows suddenly furrowed. Without a word, his projection shot backward.

"You have a lot of nerve!"

The delicate voice of a woman called out. In that moment, the imposing momentum of the Diasho expert was shattered into the smallest pieces imaginable. His projection wavered, flickering to the point where it seemed as though it could blink out of existence at any moment.