Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Even while not being able to bring out its full power, the difference between using a supreme grade weapon as a celestial versus as a saint was like comparing heaven and earth!

Dyon suddenly found his rage far more difficult to temper. With the trajectory of Anak's attack, considering both Ri and Clara were standing to his sides, it would have to tear Ri in half before it could reach him.

Of course, Anak wasn't thinking about any of this. All he could see was Dyon. He no longer cared about his nonchalant will to possess Madeleine, nor did he care about humiliating Ri, all he wanted to do was not take a step back in the face of this enemy. All he wanted to do was take a step forward.

Dyon knew that this wasn't the sort of attack he could take nonchalantly. It could only be said that True Gods were on an entirely different level. While cultivation was important in gauging strength, so was comprehension. The leap in combat prowess Anak took just now, especially considering he followed a difficult and powerful path, wasn't something Dyon could turn his nose up at. The Anak that stood before him now could most definitely defeat Anabella.

This wasn't all either. Anak also had an Earth Grade Constitution known as Earthen Will. Contrary to its name, it had next to nothing to do with Earth Will aside from the fact its wielder could call upon Earthn Essence to heal themselves. Instead, it referred to its wielder's body being as sturdy as earth and was an example of an innate strength constitution, a category of constitution Dyon's titan diamond body was within.

When in the body of a normal human, it provided as much as three times the bodily strength as a normal human cultivator, scaling directly to body path cultivation. However, this constitution had one quirk, a quirk that was the reason behind it being ranked so low…

The strength of Earthen Will was directly correlated to the size of its wielder's body! This was where it earned its name from. In reality, the larger a body of earth, the greater its pull and gravity was. When one was born with Earthen Will, even a single inch of height resulted in an exponential increase in strength compared to other wielder's of the will.

While a normal human would have three times the normal strength of another, Anak, due to his Emperor Giant Body, had thirty times the normal strength of not a human, but an Emperor Giant!

Unfortunately for Anak, he wasn't facing a normal member of the younger generation. By the time his valiant aura faded and he lost consciousness, his energy draining to nothing, all he saw was the last image of the magically extending polearm of a glaive piercing through his chest.

He flew backward, following along with the still extending glaive as his body formed a trench through the dark ocean waters.

The gray glaive polearm seemed to extended indefinitely.

True Weapon's Will was something that was unapproachable for many. Even Anak who had finally comprehended a half-step dao was far from reaching this level as most wouldn't even sniff its barrier until entering the dao realm of comprehension. However, this was something Dyon had accomplished 6 years ago by now.

The True Weapon Will of the glaive was this very extending ability. Using concepts of momentum and resonance much like the other true weapon wills, the glaive was able to extend and shorten at will while conserving its striking power to perfection.

Anak never managed to enter Dyon's attack range. Before he could, Dyon took out his own glaive forged with dwarf's diamond. With a mere thought, the glaive shot outward, piercing through Anak's chest and causing him to fly backward.

By the time the dao experts got within range, all that could greet them was a devastating scene. Chrystanthemum, who had fallen onto the ocean's surface, was pushed by the wave Anak's massive body created, leaving a trail of blood and severed organs. On the opposite side, Anabella left a similarly gory scene, the only difference being that it originated from her leg. Finally, there was Anak who's body was already gone from sight. The only evidence that he had been here was the still extending grey polearm attached to his chest.

In what amounted to no more than a few seconds, three powerful celestial geniuses had been forced into such a sorry state.

Second Elder Mist trembled with rage, immediately sending out their Clan's Minor Elder to help her family's two geniuses.

"Stop!" The elder's eyes reddened with rage, raising her hand to attack. But, would First Elder Viola allow such a thing?

Elder Mist suddenly felt a hand grip her wrist.

"This is very clearly a matter for the younger generation to handle. When did it become your turn to interfere?"

"You…"

It was because of Viola's interference that Second Elder Mist hadn't been able to send their Clan's Minor Elder here to ensure this plan didn't fail in the first place. By the time she managed to wiggle her way out of this interference, who could have known that she was come to see such a scene? To make matters worse, Viola had shamelessly followed her here.

There were very clear distinctions between their ranks as well. While they were both middle dao experts, Second Elder Mist could only barely be considered so while Viola had firmly established herself, it was clear who would come out on top in a fight.

In truth, the only reason the Mist Clan still held a firm grasp of the Water Mist Sect was because of Grand Elder Mist and their secluded ancestors. In normal day to day affairs, they were already no match for the Sect Master and her faction.

Knowing this truth, the Sect Master could only shake her head. Had the Mist Clan not realized yet that they were declining so fiercely precisely because of their way of going about things? Karma was the most powerful force in existence, no one could escape it, so why did the Mist Clan believe they were infallible even after committing so many foul acts?