Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 310: Third (3)

“Two.”

It was as though Dyon didn’t notice trouble was approaching. As far as he was concerned, they wouldn’t get here before he struck once more. Did this second elder really believe he would stop because she told him so? Dyon could only see red. It was already taking everything in him to not slice their heads from their necks, yet this woman wanted him to stop. What an absolute joke.

Anak knew exactly how to make this stop. Dyon had said very clearly that for every three seconds they didn’t roll out of his sight, he’d take another limb. If he wanted him to stop attacking, he simply had to run away. But, could he do such a thing?

Among the True Gods, which of them turned away in the face of a challenge? There were only 11 of them for a very specific reason. Of the trillions upon trillions of individuals that lived in their tower quadrants, only they had the spirit of true warriors!

Even if he died today, even if he was humiliated beyond reason, he wouldn’t take a single step back!

Anak roared into the skies, the shimmering image of an Emperor Giant appearing to his back. Wings spread across the back of his manifestation, coloring the skies with just the faintest shade of red.

A golden glaive with a serrated edge appeared in his hand. Its polearm was five meters long while its blade alone was a meter to itself. Its body was covered in ancient patterns that shimmered with a holy light, but its blade was as black as night.

Every True God had their own fortuitous encounters, and every one received at least one supreme grade treasure from their trials. This was their reward as True Gods.

For Anak, he took this mighty glaive that had a history connected to his Nephilim Tribe. One had to remember that all Giants were considered humans who had integrated with ancient bloodlines. Anak’s Clan happened to have faintly fused with angels some time in the past, making them one of the stronger branches of the Nephilim Tribe.

This glaive was a former heirloom of the Nephilim Tribe, the main weapon of their 341^st Ruler, Raphaim the Great. It was once a Six Star Weapon, but time waited for no man or treasure. Today, it couldn’t even be counted as a star treasure, and was now a 4^th Planet Grade Glaive.

Still, no matter what… it was still a Supreme Grade weapon!

The faint red image of a half-step dao glaive intent shimmered into existence behind Anak. Heaven’s Blessing fell from the sky, shrouding him a golden light that threatened to disperse the dark clouds above.

This was the path of a True God. In the face of immense pressure, Anak’s glaive intent shattered the One with World barrier and charged into the One with Dao. historical

He followed the path of the war lord. He was willing to leave blood and destruction in his wake, prepared to suffer the punishment of the heavens as long as he could continue to take another step forward. He would never step back! Even in the face of his own death!

“[War Lord’s Advance]!”

Anak’s glaive seemed to draw a horizontal line across space, tearing the world in half.

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.