Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 173: Torment (3)

Dyon looked down at his right hand. Sometimes it would be a staff, other times it would be a spear, then a halberd. He really couldn’t decide what weapon to use.

After his tribulation ended due to his mask, he had gained the seed of knowledge for all nine core weapons. Still, he had only used the quintessence of the rod until now. At the same time, he was still very weak in the quintessence of the bow and arrow, it seemed like the largest barrier to him.  As for the knife and sword, he didn’t know as he had yet to try them.

Finally, Dyon settled on a halberd, swinging the bland grey weapon with absolute ease. ‘This is too light for me.’

Dyon found out not too long ago that the Dwarf’s Diamond weapons his master made for him were actually completely hollow! To think that a weapon could weigh millions of jin with being just a few atoms thick.

Unfortunately, Dyon couldn’t form Dwarf’s Diamond like his master could, so he was unable to increase their weight. Her skill level was still far above his. This would have to do for now.

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Breathing out slowly, Dyon settled himself down, facing the slowly approaching hoard of Blue Flame Demon Tigers. He had half a mind to tame them, but the reality was that he didn’t know any such techniques. Plus, such taming methods would become null once the seals on their abilities were lifted in a few months.

Of course, Dyon thought of using The Seal, but he knew that it wasn’t infallible. The only reason he could keep control of Elder Nova was that he was a weak dao formation expert to begin with. Dyon was certain that in his peak state, the Demon Tiger King was at least a peak dao formation expert. That wasn’t something Dyon could control even with The Seal.

Although he had broken the red-armored guardian from the control of his Lord Creator, one had to understand that those seals had weakened steadily over trillions of years. They were nothing compared to what they once were at their peak.

So, instead of thinking of taking them as subordinates, Dyon thought of a better use for these tigers. If he killed them all and preserved their bodies, once his runic mastery reached a high enough level, they’d become very, very useful… He’d turn his Demon Generals into true Demons.

The growl of the demon tigers filled the gorge, their bodies lighting with a hellish flame that was neither hot nor cold. Instead, it filled one with a sense of dread, fueled by a deathly aura. This sort of flame was very similar to Yandevere’s erosion flame… And, it also seemed to boost the physical abilities of these tigers.

Of course, Dyon understood their anatomy inside and out. After all, he had spent years studying them! historical

Dyon charged, disappearing from his location in the blink of an eye to appear amid the beasts. Before he could be shocked to find that the constraints of the world had significantly loosened around him, he was forced to fight the battle of his life. Yet, there was a grin on his face.

“Do you think big brother is a masochist?” Biibi muttered.

“Definitely a masochist…” Her three siblings replied.

The quintessence of the rod and halberd fused perfectly for Dyon as he grasped how to combine resonance and momentum long ago.

His halberd extended and retracted seamlessly, but also shattered the bones of the tigers around him like child’s play, completely ignoring their tough outer skins. Even though the weakest of these beasts were of the middle celestial realm, Dyon’s body flew around like a fish in water, seeing through their attacks with absolute ease.

Dyon couldn’t help but be astonished at his growing strength. Until now, he had only managed to fill one half of the first of his new nine meridians, yet his power had leaped this far?! This was borderline unfair.

At first, Dyon had been a bit off-put by just how slow cultivating this 13^th saint realm was. But, after witnessing its strength firsthand, he no longer thought such nonsense.

It had to be said that these were transcendent beasts! If Heaven Grade beasts were the equivalent of 2^nd grade warriors, it was obvious that these were 1^st

grade warriors. Unfortunately for them, their order wasn’t high enough for Dyon to even blink an eye. How could he care about a mere first order expert? Unless they were on the verge of breaking into the peak celestial realm, or was actually of the peak celestial realm, even a third order expert was weak before the current Dyon.

The enraged roar of the Demon Tiger King shook even the forest above their heads.

He was cowardly by nature. This was the only reason he had yet to step into the battle. Yet, could he really maintain his position as King if after all of this he still stood to their backs? He had no choice but to leap forward!

“Now Shere!” Dyon’s roar made it to his beast companion in an instant.

With a thought, Shere leaped up from her nude and womanly form, into a tigress of over twenty meters long.

Her roar drowned the Demon Tiger King out completely, causing a wave of bloodline suppression to pervade the air.

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Although the beast King trembled, Shere was still too weak to stop him with just that. However, who said it was just that?

The Presence of an Emperor erupted from Dyon’s body, overshadowing everything in sight. Maybe the word Emperor simply wasn’t enough to describe what those beasts felt. It was as though the God of Fate herself had descended to inform them of their death.

Dyon’s body flashed to appear in the air before the stunned beast King. His hand reached backward as an array of sparkling, deathly blue etched itself into existence.

The air seemed to tear apart in its presence. This array wasn’t being written within the air, it was being written upon the fabric of reality itself as if a demon was crawling out from inside…

Dyon’s orifices bled with a foul black blood as his skin paled and his once strong muscles deflated.

“[Slow].” Dyon’s eyes flashed with complex symbols, evoking a second-tier degree of freedom.

The massive Demon Tiger King quaked. It towered at over 50 meters long and 20 meters tall, yet… It felt so very small in this moment. How was it that such a beautiful, pearly blue spear could fill him with such dread.

His eyes saw an ancient, blue as the sea weapon, so beautiful that it made one gasp for air. Yet, his mind had cast him into an ocean of demons, each clawing at his body and dragging him below.

“[Judgement. Act Two: Torment].”

Unable to move even an inch, assaulted by three forms of mental attack, the beast King could only watch as the sharp point of the gorgeous spear inched toward it at an agonizingly slow pace.

In the end, just the very faintest tip of it pierced his head before it erupted into a torrential rain of crimson blood.

The Demon Tiger King had died.