Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

They didn't realize that they had subconsciously placed Dyon on their level, and in some cases, above them. This was the only way his words could have possibly affected them so easily.

"Let me guess. You feel aggrieved? The fluffy tailed one probably dangled a nice piece of meat in front of you all, so you couldn't resist, hm?

"Hm, if I were to make a guess, he probably used the Goldeen and Crow Clans, am I right?"

The blazing gold flames of the Golden Crow sent out a raging torrent of heat. Maybe if Dyon's body wasn't so powerful, he really could have burned to ash just from this temper flare.

"Seems I hit the nail on the head. Oh, this is fun, let's keep going."

"He probably brought in a few of them and like a kitten to catnip, your Golden Crow Clan scurried over with your tails between your legs right? You were probably so eager to seek revenge against that pitiful human Clan who betrayed you all. So blinded by your own stupidity, you didn't even realize it was a trap.

"Well, at least you got what you wanted, right? You might be a dog instead of a mighty mythical bird, but I'm sure the Goldeen and Crow Clans are gone now, hm? Maybe that'll help you sleep a bit better at night in your little puppy bed."

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

"Tsk, what a temper. And here I thought dragons had anger management issues…"

Dyon's amused expression turned cold.

"Since you're still too cowardly to take action, I'll help you out."

A palm suddenly shuttled through the void, breaking through space and slamming against Dyon's back. However, the latter didn't move forward even a single inch.

At that moment, even the normal looking young man's expressionless gaze widened with shock.

Dyon's cultivation plummeted. No, it didn't plummet… It was completely severed.

Those in the surroundings were stunned to the point where they no longer had words to speak.

Dyon's qi cultivation was completely gone. It was as though he had never cultivated energy a day in his life, as though he had gone back to the young boy who first set foot into Focus Academy.

Years of cultivation disappeared in a flash. But what was maybe even more shocking was that none of them could understand just what that palm was. Where did it come from? Who executed it?

They were inclined to believe that this was just an act of further suppression by the Heavens unto Dyon. But the timing of Dyon's words and the palm were simply too conspicuous.

"Still not enough for you? Okay."

A crackling array of lightning appeared to Dyon's back. It was absolutely massive, stretching kilometers into the skies and turning the somber world of red into one flooded with bright light.

The imposing might of the lightning dao made the eleven Overlords tremble. Those who broke through with the comprehension facet were simply too rare. Yet, these were still three facet Overlords. Many of them had achieved this breakthrough. But somehow, a mere dao had actually shaken them so much.

This was a difference between depth and breadth of comprehension. This was also the difference between quality of will!

However, Dyon raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In the next instant, that array shattered into countless reflective pieces.

The Overlords stood frozen in time. They couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Was this the kind of man they could provoke? One who could do such a thing without blinking an eye?

Another array appeared to Dyon's back. This time, it was one of light green, emitting a strong wind qi. The Overlords felt that they were absolute fools. Never did they believe that a wind dao could be so powerful, yet its suffocating presence was only marginally weaker than that of the lightning dao from before.

Yet, it too shattered.

One after another, daos that alone could make the world tremble appeared and broke into tiny shards of space and reality, causing a dimensional storm that made the Ancient Battlefield quake.

Dyon's meaning was clear. His Dao Heart was so far above their own that they couldn't even fathom it…

If the Heavens wanted to abandon him, he would abandon the Heavens first.

The Overlords didn't register however many dozen daos shattered before their eyes. Even as their hearts were aching toward this incomprehensible scene, they had become completely numb. They stopped asking how… how could such weak daos be so powerful… how could a single man comprehend so many of them… how could they fight such a battle?

In the end, the final dao appeared. Just after a mighty comprehension of Death left the world, a blazing array of one half white and the other black appeared. It was absolutely gorgeous, a sight that seemed to embody the absolute beauty of balance and existence.

This was none other than Dyon's fire dao. The faint heat and chaotic energy it exuded was undeniable.

The Overlords almost uncontrollably called out and begged. They couldn't bear to see such a perfect dao vanish from the world. It was a sin of sins.

However, Dyon finger raised once more, with a snap, it completely shattered.

The torrential current of space and time seemed intent on shattering apart their reality. The self-implosion of such a strong dao was undeniably powerful. The limit of the Mortal Plane was the 9th Dao level. Had this not been the relatively sturdier Ancient Battlefield, Dyon's actions would have caused a catastrophe.

But in this place, it struck an unerasable fear in the hearts of those who faced him.

For any normal individual, the destruction of even one dao meant death. Even if it was an intent or will, it would cause irreparable harm. Yet Dyon only stood casually as though nothing had happened. If it wasn't for the small streak of blood falling from the corner of his lip, one would think that he had shattered the daos of someone else entirely.