Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 21: Marry Me (3)

Dyon’s calm gaze watched as Rahl’s alluring figure left further into the distance. Kere followed not too long later, giggling lightly as she shook her head at Dyon’s calmness. She herself was no weaker than Rahl, so she saw quite well that if Rahl had decided to attack just then, Dyon couldn’t have reacted in time.

Drathal was the most resistant to leaving, his eyes burning with battle intent. Dragon forms were nothing like what a kitsune might experience with their small, fragile beast forms.

The first level was the full dragon form. This would easily boost Drathal’s strength by at least 10 times. Considering his high-level bloodline even among the Dragons, it would be closer to 12 times.

But, there was an even higher form Dragons could enter. However, this form was only available to those who followed both the human and beast path, just like these geniuses did. This was a hybrid beast-human form. When this form was entered, let alone a 12 times boost, even 30 or even 50 times wasn’t impossible. Some who honed their hybrid form to the level of resonating with the Heavens could reach even higher levels than this.

Due to their hybrid form, Rahl and Kere could already battle with weaker lower dao experts. Why would they put Dyon in their eyes? 

However, how could they know that Dyon had gone easy on them as well? All this time, had Dyon used his golden yacht? It had the ability to boost his wills to the dao realm. Would the outcome be certain if he had done that? Who knows?…

Finally, Drathal too turned to leave.

Moments later, Dyon’s features turned pale as he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood. His diamond skin wavered and his weapon’s master armor flickered out of existence.

Dyon’s strength was already heaven defying. How could it be so easy to withstand multiplying that already heaven defying power by 20 times with his Titan Emperor’s Will? At most, even at its perfection stage, he could sustain it for a few minutes. If it wasn’t for his Holy Type qi, it would have disappeared long ago.

[Author’s Note: I can’t remember if I made this mistake before or not, but the first stage of Titan Emperor’s Will provides a 20 times boost. The next is 40 times. The next after than is 80 times. If I ever said 10 times before, that was wrong. My bad x).]

Dyon took deep breaths. He was lucky that this problem was diffused so easily, but if this Rahl woman believed she was doing him a favor, she’d be very disappointed very soon. Since he said 30 years, it would be 30 years!

“Big brother, let us out!” Shere roared from within Dyon’s inner world. She couldn’t understand why Dyon hadn’t used their help yet. Together, their battle prowess would take another massive leap forward.

The cultivation speed of celestial beasts was truly frightening, especially after Dyon brought them all to the level of Kings. Maybe it wouldn’t be long before they regained their supreme grade bloodlines.

As of now, the four of them were already middle celestials on the verge of becoming higher celestials. Though they weren’t as powerful as True Gods alone, they could definitely match Emperors at the same cultivation level. Plus, when they worked together, especially with Dyon, their combat prowess wasn’t simply a sum of its parts.

Dyon smiled lightly, wiping the blood from his lips and allowing his spear to disappear into nothing. In the next moment, he took out a simple black long bow that stood an entire meter taller than him. After quickly checking and noticing the Empress Aspirant Cativa was still occupied, he shot toward True God Titus.

“Let’s go then.”

In that moment, the call of four world shattering beasts called out, appearing in the skies in domineering fashion.

In the distance, Rahl paused, looking down at her delicate palm. A moment ago, it was perfectly fine, but just now a fine wound began to leak with blood.

She chuckled. ‘True God Sacharro, hm? I’ll see you on the Ancient Battlefield.’

**

While this was occurring on the lower tier, Aritzia had made her way back to the SNN Tower, patiently waiting for news on the capture of Virvor, when suddenly an attendant of hers knocked on the door.

“Empress Aritzia, the masked wi – I mean a man who calls himself Jaws is here to see you.”

Of course, this Empress title was referring to the one earned by Aritzia’s tower trial and not referring to her position within the Sapientia.

Hearing these words, Aritzia’s eyes flashed with an imperceptible light. She continued to look out on Central City below, taking her time with her answer. It felt as though if she wanted it to be so, the world would pause all action for her.

Who would have known that while she was taking her time, her door would suddenly swing open?

“Hey, wait, you can’t –“ The attendant was cut off by a closing door.

Aritzia giggled lightly, her voice full of air and innocence. Her chair swung around from its view, turning to face ‘Jaws’.

“Ah, Lady Aritzia, this is our second meeting, no?”

Aritzia smiled. “And yet you’re still masked, why is it that I feel so hurt?”

Dyon smirked. “If you agree to marry into my Clan, let alone my face, everything of mine will be yours. How about it?”

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