Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 80: Chenglei (3)

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Chenglei roared. The shock wave was so devastating the Gate itself quaked as though it was threatening to collapse under its might.

But in the end, he could only be shocked. He knew what he went through to gain this power… Countless tens of thousands of years he spent in those reddened lands where he saw nothing but blood and murder. If it wasn’t for his Dragon Soul, his mind would have collapsed long ago.

So why? Why was it that Dyon wasn’t as shaken by his might as he should be?

As for Dyon, he was surprised. Not only was Chenglei powerful, if you took their base battle prowess and pitted them against each other, Chenglei would win 9 out of 10 times. However, just because he was surprised, didn’t mean he had any sort of obligation to show it.

As for Lionel, he wasn’t either one of Chenglei’s or Dyon’s match. While Chenglei was a 9^th Order 7^th Stage Dao Formation expert, Lionel was only a 3^rd

The problem was that Dyon was very good at reading people. He could see that despite Lionel wasn’t even the slightest bit afraid of either Chenglei or him.

It made sense for him to be unafraid of Dyon considering he seemed to be a mere pseudo dao expert. But, for him to be unafraid and even dauntless in front of Chenglei made little to no sense. It wasn’t as though they were friends… They had only worked together in the past toward mutual ends.

To put this matter into perspective, if a human 9^th Order 7^th Stage Dao expert faced Chenglei who had the same exact cultivation, due to the power of Dragons, they would lose 10 out of 10 times. This was simply the difference between races. For Lionel to be unaffected, even by Chenglei’s Dragon Soul, made Dyon inwardly cautious.

Dyon turned his attention toward the armies below.

“My name is Dyon Sacharro, successor of the Celestial Deer Sect, and current Key Wielder of the Epistemic Tower. As many of you have probably guess by now, you’re here due to my action. Not only have the Five Beast Clans long since fallen under my control, the Uidah Clan are my pawns as well.

“I’ll give you a chance. You can either surrender now and peacefully become a part of our Mortal Alliance, or you can fight, lose many more lives that I’d care to count, and eventually join anyway. What choice do you make?”

For Emperor Pakal and Lord Odin, two men who were very much used to ruling over all things, Dyon’s words completely enraged them.

But, when they looked at the situation, they truly were at a disadvantage.

On this trip, they had only brought their best elites, numbering at several tens of millions. However, though Dyon’s army wasn’t entirely of elites, they were made up of several billion celestials and several thousand Pseudo Dao experts.

No matter how you looked at it, the situation was not good. If their armies fell here, their Clans were as good as finished. But, if they joined the Mortal Alliance… Maybe they’d have a chance to flip the table…

“You should consider carefully.” Dyon said in a calm voice. “As I’ve said, I control the Epistemic Tower… This gives me special advantages… How else do you think you were surrounded so easily?”

The two Clan Heads trembled. It was only now they truly set aside their rage an considered Dyon’s words. Didn’t he just say he was the successor of the Celestial Deer Sect?!

A cold sweat permeated the backs of Emperor Pakal and Lord Odin.

It seemed that things would go well, but there were some characters in life that didn’t seem content with allowing others to win before them.

Chenglei’s laughter rumbled across the skies.

“You’ve made one mistake in your beautiful analysis. In the Martial World, the winner is decided by whoever has the largest fist, not who has the greatest number of small fists.

“Who do you have? A mere Pseudo Dao expert like yourself dares to stand arrogantly before me? Among your army, there is only a single other Dao expert, while the remaining 11 are standing amid an encirclement of our warriors.

“Tell me! How do you think you can win in this situation?!”

Chenglei’s roar seemed to awaken the two Clan Heads.

“But, do you want to know what the funniest part is?” Chenglei’s sneer looked especially sinister plastered on his large reptilian face. “Even if we were counting those with small fists, you still wouldn’t be my match!”

[Author’s Note: Chenglei was mentioned to have a God Constitution awakened just past 50% in Volume 2, Chapter Titled ‘Black Jade’. However, the name of that constitution was never given. Also, Dyon never gave him a constitution awakening pill, obviously. Only now has his constitution awakened 100%].

A force of Death Qi erupted from Chenglei’s massive black scaled body. In that instant, a portal of swirling dark fog opened in the skies…

It was as though the Gate of Hell had manifested. Countless black skeletal figures descended from the skies. First, they counted hundreds of thousands, then millions… then tens of millions…then hundreds of millions…

Chenglei’s uproarious laughter quaked and Dyon’s pupils constricted to the size of pinholes.

It seemed Chenglei’s wish of taking Pakal territory for himself wasn’t empty… He truly had the capital to do so…

These black skeletons weren’t weak by any stretch of the imagination… Each and every one of them was the corpse of an Infernal Beast…

Chenglei had awakened the Death God Body.