Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 136: Pants (3)

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Dyon’s fist crashed into the head of the beast. Despite his overwhelming weight and the power behind his punch, he only grinned when he saw that not even a dent was made in this beast’s scales.

He realized then that he was correct. This beast… it was a body refiner!

“Good!” Dyon’s bestial aura climbed to a new height, his blood pumping with an excitement he couldn’t control.

His fists rained down on the beast, ignoring the roars of anger, shame and pain that came from its lips.

Both the beast and Dyon could no longer fight gravity. In the next instant, they blasted the violet water into the air, sinking several hundred meters into the lake. However, it was then that the beast gained its own advantage.

Before, Dyon had made use of his spatial will, crippling the beast’s ability to time his fall. The issue was that even with his vast improvements, his ability to cross a few kilometers had dropped to a mere few dozen meters. This was still useful in a battle against humans, but against such a large beast? It was practically useless.

However, Dyon had something he hadn’t had before. He was no longer handicapping himself!

Dyon’s aura was so furious that the water didn’t dare to appear within even five meters of himself. An air bubbling of turbid and raging winds wrapped around him as a staff appeared.

The beast roared, surging toward Dyon to bite down furiously, but Dyon’s movement was too profound.

His body seemed to flicker and disappear, appearing above the head of the best. His arms flexed, his rose-bronzed skin shining with the light of a deity as his war god armor of beautiful white and royal blues appeared to cover him.

His staff seemed to blink to life, shining with a holy light. There was something wholly different about Dyon’s staff qi. Even as a half-step dao array appeared to his back and he swung forward, it was clear to anyone who could have been watching that there was something inexplicably profound about his movement. Somehow, despite there not being any technique attached to it, despite it being a pure and simple swing, it seemed to carry a will with an endless depth.

Dyon’s eyes flashed as the rod connected with the beast’s head.

A roar the likes of which could only be replicated by a dying beast shook the Golden Flame Mystical World. Several hundred heads snapped upward, all looking toward Dyon’s direction without fail.

Such a beast… To be able to make a sound of this caliber, its cultivation was deep beyond belief… Who could put it in such dire straits already?! They had been here for less than ten seconds?!

Those who heard the call shivered in terror. Thinking that they had been here for too little time to accomplish such a feat, they thought of something else that terrified them. What if it wasn’t a human who did this, but rather another beast? If such a powerful beast could be taken down… What chance did they stand?!

Thinking to this point, many of the Flaming Lily Sect disciples abandoned their thoughts of looking around their areas before teleporting to Dyon. Although they appreciated Dyon’s help, they were still prideful women in their own right. They had confidence in their own abilities. However, that singular roar shook them out of their pride. What use was arrogance if you were dead?

The women of the Flaming Lily Sect began to crush their teleportation plates one by one. Although only a comet grade array could guarantee teleportation to anywhere in a universe, the Golden Flame Mystical World wasn’t so large. In fact, it was only about ten times the size of the range of Dyon’s now handicapped divine sense. So, a grandmaster grade array was more than enough even under these stricter spatial laws.

Soon, they began to appear above the violet lake in confusion. They had thought that maybe there was some sort of mistake, but when they noticed their fellow disciples around them, they breathed a sigh of relief. In the end, it seemed the only disciples who still decided to reject Dyon’s help were Sabona and Yandevere, but this was to be expected. Of course, Madeleine had appeared as well.

Since they weren’t able to fly, the female disciples had no choice but to stand on the surface of the lake, using their energies to not sink into the water below.

“Senior Sister Madeleine do you…” One of the braver disciples decided to ask. It definitely didn’t seem like a good sign that Dyon hadn’t appeared yet. Their intuition also told them that the water below was highly toxic… In fact, many of them had closed their pours and ceased breathing entirely.

“Oh,” Madeleine replied nonchalantly, clearly not worried, “He’s below. He’ll be up in a moment.”

“This…” The various sister disciples looked toward each other awkwardly. If he was below, didn’t that mean he was dead? Even an undead body had its limits. Plus, how profound could his death will be? At the end of the day, it was a supreme law. It was already impressive enough that he had reached the 3^rd intent level, one with body, at such a young age. Delving into such severe poison should have been impossible, even for a peak celestial. Yet, Dyon was a mere peak saint, not even a pseudo celestial!

However, it was then that the water below began to move. A handsome young man climbed to the top, dragging the corpse of a beast with only half its head remaining behind him with one hand, while bringing a purple crystal to his teeth for a bite with the other.

The loud snap of a shattering gem rang outward as Dyon munched away. He didn’t seem to notice the shocked gazes of the 50 or so women above. Instead, he was more focused on the changes to his body.

‘Mm. These poison crystals are the best method I’ve found to temper my inner organs, but my poison resistance is too strong… Maybe I can find something more potent if I swim deeper, or maybe this beast’s poison sack has some higher concentrations itself.’

Finally, Dyon looked up to see everyone looking at him. After blinking for a moment, he spoke seriously. “The poison of this lake is highly dangerous, I hope you all have taken appropriate measures.”

The lips of the women twitched. It could be said that they’d never forget the image of Dyon dragging out the corpse of some mythical, three hundred meter long beast while munching away at the very same poison he warned them about… Was this what it meant to be a True God?

Madeleine shook her head with a light giggle, floating toward Dyon. “Put some pants on.”

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