Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 78: Second Plan (3)

Dyon sighed. If he had that mysterious flame from the golden flame mystical world, this would be far easier. He didn’t believe even a dao expert could survive them. Unfortunately, the only vessel capable of holding those flames that Dyon had was the soul tome, which happened to be many quadrants away from him right now.

‘Ri, I think we need to move on to the second plan.’

‘Already?!’ Ri could see only the things Dyon had to show her. Since he didn’t want her to worry, he his many things, especially the terrible situation the sentinels were in.

A hint of bitterness was hidden within Ri’s tone. It was clear she understood this. If Dyon wanted to go to the second plan after he had successfully killed one of them with just the first, he was clearly hiding something.

Ri took a deep breath. ‘You’ve already killed on of the heaven grade beasts among them, so the only one who remained is Thirteen. You’ll have to target her. She’s from a special race of cat beasts that take after your mortal world’s jaguar’s. Her clan has a great affinity for earth. Though the type of earth path she follows is related to trees and forest, her defenses are still far stronger than Twelve’s…’

Ri began to list every piece of important information Dyon needed. Finally, she concluded with the seven categories she felt best described Thirteen.

That was exactly right… The second plan was to use the Beast Compendium to subdue one of the numbered warriors.

The unfortunate part was that the Beast Compendium had a glaring weakness: it had no seals capable of trapping Transcendent grade beasts.

This was a massive problem because heaven grade beasts reaching the dao realm was obviously extremely rare. Dyon had been mentally prepared for none of the enemies who came to be lower than the transcendent grade. But, he was lucky and quite unlucky at the same time. Lucky because of the six, two of them were heaven grade beasts, and unlucky because he had already killed one of them.

Still, Dyon didn’t regret it. The dao realm was a different beast entirely, he wasn’t certain that the percentage chance of success was the same when beasts had cultivated to such a high realm. In his experience, that was impossible. How could it be just as easy to seal an essence beast as it was a dao beast?

‘I need her blood.’ Dyon’s eyes flashed with a sense of resolution. These dao experts should be the equivalent of Kings for them to cultivation to such a realm. That meant that there was only a 20% baseline chance of sealing them. This chance increased to 50% if a drop of their blood was used. Dyon had to go all out.

Without a shred of hesitation, Dyon sent out all 10 immortal puppets. If he could exchange 5 minutes for this drop of blood, it would be worth it. He could only hope that luck was on his side.

**

Lyla, Zaire and Damaris stood in the air. While Zaire had expected this fiery, commanding side of Lyla, Damaris was shocked instead. historical

Damaris had spent more than 20 years with Lyla by her side, but she would never understand her to the level Zaire did, at least not for a while longer. What Zaire understood that Damaris didn’t was that Lyla had her own reverse scale. Dyon, her big brother, was Lyla’s greatest sore spot. She refused to budge an inch when it came to Dyon and those he loved.

Zaire grinned. “You heard her. Piss off or face the consequences.”

What could the Golden Crow Sect disciples say? Could they tell the three of them to mind their own business? What was more personal business than the life of your sister-in-law? What a joke it would be if they said something so ridiculous.

“You don’t understand?” Lyla frowned when they didn’t move as quickly as she wanted. “Scatter.”

Following Lyla’s words, a vacuum of air seemed to be directly sucked into the sky. The group of disciples suddenly felt as though they were suffocating.

Of course, this was just an illusion. Celestials could even survive in space. Even if Lyla scattered all of the air, they should be fine. But, this was far deeper than even that.

With a single word, Lyla scattered the qi in the surroundings. Suddenly, let alone enigmatic qi, the disciples couldn’t even sense essence qi. The feeling was so foreign that their breaths involuntarily quickened, making them feel as though they were fish, forcibly taken out of water. It happened so abruptly that the qi within their bodies started clamoring to fly out to reset the equilibrium.

Lyla looked off into the distance. The sealing formation couldn’t escape her eyes, nor could its numerous flaws. She felt like whoever made this formation should be embarrassed to live on the same plane as her big brother.

“Since you like sealing people so much, be sealed.” Lyla harrumphed. “Come here.”

As though a dog on a leash, the sealing formation shifted. Its form distorted, its center opening outward, suddenly expanding. What once was a circular formation had retained its general shape, but became a ring instead of a disk. At that moment, the seal lifted from Middle Lily City and was transferred unto its borders, making the teleportation formations the Golden Crow Sect had been setting up completely useless.

Their allies? They’d have to come the long way just like the three of them had.

Looking down at the disciples who had fallen into meditation, hoping to control the erratic state of their own qi, Damaris suddenly felt bad for them. Who asked them to provoke the Sacharro Clan?

Soon, she found herself following Zaire and Lyla into the city.