Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 49: Sins (1)

Dyon held onto Ri tightly, dashing through the skies at the fastest speed he could muster. By now, Grand Elder Mist had definitely begun to chase him, but this was the least of his worries.

“Clara! Where are you right now?” Using the soul necklace hanging from his neck, Dyon immediately contacted Clara.

Clara’s face appeared, hovering in the air. Slight confusion coated her beautiful features, but she still responded.

“I was making some final preparations for phase 3, so I had to go to Sapientia Quadrant.” Clara said apprehensively.

Dyon’s heart tightened. Now he understood why it was that Aritzia decided to attack now. It was the perfect moment to close up all loose ends. If she caught Clara, there would be no worrying issues left.

Aritzia had no way of knowing exactly how Dyon and Clara were connected. But, that would change if she caught Clara. If Aritzia used the guise of a mindless scuffle, it wouldn’t be impossible for her to get a drop of Clara’s blood. If that happened, and the Originator Orb was used, the consequences would be terrible.

“Leave. Now.” Dyon urged.

In the past, Dyon’s rage alone would have been able to shatter the skies above his head. Not only had this Aritzia dared to scheme against him, she actually involved his wives.

What would have happened to Ri if Dyon was killed? Obviously, the Mist Clan would never let her go. Now, what was happening to Clara?

However, at this moment, an eerie calm overcame Dyon. Even Ri who had never been fearful of Dyon’s anger trembled. She had seen Dyon explode to 20 meters in height, she had seen him rip a man limb from limb with nothing but his bare hands, she had been there when his chaos flames first took over his mind and darkened his outlook on life after the orphanage burnt down, but she had never feared Dyon until this moment.

Clara’s image suddenly stood with a frown. She had been in her personal forgery within the Weapon’s Master Guild. With her status, no one had the right to enter her territory unannounced, but she could clearly sense numerous figures careening toward her at impossible speeds.

Though Clara had finally become a Celestial, a 12^th Order one at that, she was still a lower celestial. Dyon had also yet to give her a Sovereign Spark because he used two in an attempt to save Mia and Bella. So, her fighting prowess was enough to easily battle a middle celestial True God, and weaker grade higher and peak celestials, but it definitely wasn’t enough to handle what was coming her way now.

Dyon watched this scene unfold. He didn’t blink either. There was nothing but an ice-cold expression hiding the flickering black flames within his eyes.

“Disciples of the Water Mist Sect, there is a traitor within our midst!” Grand Elder Mist’s voice boomed. “Stop traitor Alexandria Snow and her rogue husband. Whoever succeeds will be awarded a core disciple position and guaranteed an inner elder position once they mature!” historical

The enticement of Grand Elder Mist’s reward was too much. Numerous figures began to appear.

“Comet Lord Gallagher, if you’d like to please step out of your forgery, the Guild Guard has a few questions they’d like to ask you.”

The whole of Sapientia City was sent into an uproar. Who didn’t know that the Guild Guard was the equivalent of the punishment factions of Sects? What could they possibly be looking for Comet Lord Gallagher for?

This wasn’t the only odd part. Usually, when a high-profile member of the Guilds committed a wrong, it would be handled silently. Why was the Guild Guard grandstanding? They surrounded the Weapon’s Master Guild in such an overbearing fashion and even set up a massive spatial lock array. What the hell were they doing?

Clara’s eyes flashed with a cold ray. But, it soon melted into a loving smile as she gazed toward Dyon. She rarely showed this sort of emotion, but when she did, it was reserved for Dyon. Still, she could barely hide the bitterness in her gaze.

The black flames within Dyon’s eyes flickered more fiercely.

“Just make sure to make them pay, okay?” Clara’s voice quaked.

Ri turned her gaze away, trying to hide the tears falling from her cheeks.

The Water Mist Sect disciples closed in around them. None were able to keep up with Dyon’s blazing speed, but just their appearances made Dyon’s chest burn like heated coal. He wanted to kill them all.

Dyon didn’t say a word. Every part of his body was constricted to the point his vocal cords wouldn’t work even if he asked them to.

“Comet Lord Gallagher, we’ll say it again!”

A captain of the Guild Guard sneered, raising his voice once more. He was in no rush, he knew that Clara was nothing more than a trapped rat.

This man had his own hidden grudges against Clara. More than a decade ago, he was the very man who challenged Clara to an alchemy competition yet lost miserably. He was already a rising genius Comet Lord at the time, but he lost to someone who was nothing more than a Grandmaster.

That stain followed him to the point where he had fallen to the level of a mere Guild Guard. Today would be the day he got revenge.

“Please exit your forgery now!”

Dyon’s jaw clenched so tightly that he felt cracks begin to run through his teeth. ‘Little Yin… You go. Keep her company…’