Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 375: Black Sun (2)

Sprites were meant to be the newest and highest evolution of humanoids. Well, half-sprites that was. However, they had one glaring weakness: Presence!

Ethereal and spirit-like things found the body to be their direct opposite. Unfortunately for them, Presence was based entirely on the body as it was one of the most ancient martial arts to survive to this day.

Wasn’t it too foolish for a Sprite who wasn’t even Dyon’s match to begin with to fight him despite knowing he had the Presence of a True God?!

Paku’s transformation was directly interrupted. He felt like his face was shattering under the weight of a thousand planets as Dyon’s fist connected with his jaw-line. His only saving grace was that he lost consciousness immediately. He didn’t feel it when he streaked across the skies like a meteor, nor did he feel it when he slammed into the city’s grounds, wiping out several hundred meters worth of real estate with him.

“Two.”

Those of the Clans Dyon listed were caught between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, they knew that none of them here were a match for him, but they also knew that they couldn’t spit on the pride of their Clans so easily. More than half of them were dragons and qilins, and the other half were from the mighty sprite races! How could they not be prideful!?

“He came here alone!” Someone roared. “Attack him together!”

The Dragons and Qilins didn’t move an inch toward Dyon. Instead, they began to make their ways to the various teleportation arrays. They were too prideful to gang up on a single man. But, they also knew that they couldn’t defeat Dyon alone. Their only choice was to wait for True God Aurum, Lux and Nativus to get word of today’s events. Then they would come back to vent their anger.

However, the sprites were a completely different matter. They surged upward in the tens of thousands, the hundreds of thousands even!

Of course, they weren’t all sprites. Much like elves, sprites suffered from terrible birth rates. This was simply the curse of greater evolved species. However, they did have many talented subordinate clans under their charge, all of whom would suffer under Dyon’s ban. So, how could they not act?

Dyon couldn’t help but involuntarily smile. Actually, it could be described as more a grin. He had spent too long cooped up. Sure, spending everyday with his wives was great, even diligently spending time on his array alchemy brought him happiness like almost no other thing could, but there was simply nothing like fighting an insurmountable enemy on your own, the kind of enemy no one expected you to defeat!

All of the geniuses here before him, every single last one of them had names that rang like thunder in the ears of the common people. Yet, today, they had banded together to face him alone!

In that moment, someone immediately began to record the events. One of the newest ventures those business savvy individuals created were platforms where events would be recorded and broadcasted live. Large companies would pay recorders of these events a certain commission, and in return, the person who recorded these events could use the name recognition of those large companies to get as many eyes on their recordings as possible.

What event could be more worthy of watching than Dyon facing off against the whole of Low Gold City alone?!

Dyon’s body flickered and disappeared, a devastatingly handsome grin lighting his face as he dove into the crowd.

Dyon knew in the back of his mind that he didn’t have to do this. After taking over the enigmatic sect’s territory, he still had just under 2% more territory to claim. If he wanted, he could claim Low Gold City right now and kick all of these people out without another word. But… Wouldn’t that be too boring?

It was complete devastation. Every time Dyon disappeared and appeared, another swath of geniuses would fall, agonizing screams following their demises.

Most of those here were mere lower celestials. After all, the gold danger zones here were meant for them. But, how could lower celestials be a match for Dyon? If anything, they were just cannon fodder.

Realizing their mistake in ganging up on such a genius with numbers, they began to pull back, focusing on attacking together instead of overwhelming Dyon so simply. It was only then that they began to slow Dyon to even the smallest extent. historical

“Good!”

Dyon’s body seemed to glow with a golden hue. Before, he had only used his body, but now, he set his qi alight, manipulating the energy in the air as though it all was birthed from him.

The celestials around him felt as though were they fish pulled out of water. Much of the reason celestials were so much stronger than saints was because they weren’t restricted to the energy just in their bodies, they could pull from the atmosphere around them to supplement their strength. But, Dyon’s qi manipulation was so far and away above theirs that it felt as though they were starving for food but couldn’t even get a scrap to eat.

Massive golden palms appeared in the air as Dyon continued to fight. Blood coated his fists, and his once crisp white shirt was bathed in crimson. But, none of it was his own!

“[Descending Palm]!”

Dyon’s uproarious laughter shook Low Gold City to its core. Swaths of golden palms descended from the skies, taking out dozens of cultivators with each one.

The devastation left the millions that had swarmed to the live castings without words. Those weren’t mere canon fodder, those were Kings at worst! Many of them were Emperors! Yet, they fell through the skies one by one, crashing into the city like meteors.

“Stop him!” The Protectors finally couldn’t stand idle anymore. If they did, how would they earn their salaries? The Clans that controlled the gold danger zones paid them too handsomely, they had to act!