Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 141: Flaws (2)

Dyon was completely unlike a man who was aware that the whole of the immortal plane was in a frenzy, doing everything they could to come after his head. Instead, he indulged in his women with a wide smile on his face, the pants and moans of Saru and Lilith sounding like music to his ears.

His palm was firmly pressed against the small of Lilith’s back. Her ass curved upward, beads of sweat pouring down her delicate body and dripping down toward her head. Her lovely white hair was strewn about wildly as she buried her face into the pillows, her sonorous moans coming out like a muffled delicacy.

She felt as though her body was being pierced through, Dyon’s rhythmic motions sending nose bleeding ripples across her plump bottom every time a light smacking sound resounded.

Every time Dyon moved his hips forward, he used his hand to press even more firmly into her back, pulling her body back into his own. Every movement made Lilith feel as though she was losing her mind and only made her more grateful that her face was hidden from the world right now.

In Dyon’s other arm, he held Saru’s soft body close to his side. Her mounds pressed into the side of chest, her hands wrapped around his neck with a clear unwillingness to let go. She had no need to breathe as an immortal, so why would she even bother coming back up from their deep kiss?

Lilith’s legs suddenly swung back and up, her body violently trembling as she wrapped them around the back of Dyon’s thighs before she fell limply to the bed.

Dyon grinned, swinging Saru from his side. She hardly had time to be shocked before she could only wrap her legs and arms around him with all her might, her consciousness slipping under the tidal wave of emotions.

If the Immortals of the immortal plane were aware what Dyon was doing while they were diligently planning for his death, maybe they would pass out due to rage.

But this was simply Dyon’s way of doing things. Dyon was still Dyon. His arrogance wasn’t going anywhere.

The Elves? They could come. The dragons? They could come too. Pill Sword Mountain? They were more than welcome.

In the same way he beat them down in his first life to the point where they no longer dared to raise their heads before him, he would just do it again. And, this time might be their last.

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In a certain place, on a certain rocking chair, Abraxus was laughing uproariously like a jovial old man. His laughter was so grand that the entire star segment trembled. It wasn’t a violent trembling, but rather almost like a light vibration, the kind one might get from a comfortable massage.

“He’s back? He’s back?”

First White Mother looked on with an excited look in her eye.

“He’s been back for a long time.” Abraxus said with a wide smile.

“You… Why didn’t you tell me it was him?!”

The First White Mother was obviously enraged. In the past, she had been pessimistic toward Dyon’s chances at defeating her second senior brother precisely because she wasn’t her first senior brother. How could she not be embarrassed after finding out it had been him the entire time? This old geezer actually kept something like this from him, it was simply unforgivable.

“I have to go!” She suddenly said.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’ll only be sending yourself to die. Just stay here obediently.”

The First White Mother was the last disciple the old man had taken in and the weakest simply due to the fact she was the youngest.

The truth was that the celestial beasts were the most ancient species of beast. So, their race was even older than Abraxus. If she really was the First White Mother, it would make more sense for her to be Abraxus’ master rather than the other way around.

But this was one of the abilities of the Celestial Beasts who were favored by the Heavens. Unlike others, they had the ability to resurrect after being born onto the immortal plane. The First White Mother was exactly a reincarnation of her former self who had yet to reclaim her original strength.

So, Abraxus wasn’t wrong, she really would only be going to get herself killed if she went now. Though she was powerful, she was still vulnerable in a battle of immortal gods.

“Are we really not going to do anything?” She asked with a frown.

“There is nothing we can do. If we interfere, we’ll only be going off to our deaths. Things aren’t so simple as a group of hegemons wanting to take him out. If it was only this, you could only say that those old fools had lost one too many brain cells.

“It isn’t these hegemons that want this, but the Heavens themselves, do you understand? This is the grandest tribulation to ever be sent down. If we interfere, we’ll not only not make it easier, but we’ll make it countless times harder as well. The most we can do is stay out of it, this is the best help we can provide.”

The First White Mother seemed to feel bitter after hearing these words, but she really couldn’t find a way to refute them. They were correct.

It was the Heavens themselves that wanted Dyon gone. It had already picked a successor to the task he failed to complete.

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