Chapter 1108: 1108
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Dyon was absolutely stunned, but other than a weird light in his eye, he didn't have any other reaction. He had pegged Violet's snake-like personality a long time ago. Why would he still be surprised after hearing this?
Arthurian, however, was completely shocked by this turn of events. If he knew this would happen, why would he bother asking his Uncle for help?
'Unless…? Is it because of my Uncle that Violet told a lie? Or is it because Dyon angered her in some way?'
On the ground, Donari who was just as arrogant as Dyon and halfway into the air, paused, confusion clear on his face.
He had been with Dyon when the bell was rung, and he had also been there when they heard the roar together. Presumably, if Dyon did this, he would have immediately known that the Master's anger was aimed toward him and the central bell's chime was calling for his punishment. If he knew all of this… Why did he come here?
None of it made any sense. Not only had he come, he was standing in the sky, completely alone and without protection. Could a person really be so stupid?
Still, as a person who had exchanged blows with Dyon, he was well aware of his character. At the same time, as a member of the Caedes family, he was well versed in the type of person Violet was as well. Although Violet didn't use those underhanded tactics on him, plenty of others had suffered at her hands.
In the end, Donari continued his way up the sky, hovering beside Dyon. After he saw the odd light in his father's eye and Arthurian's reaction, he figured some things out for himself.
Plus, if Dyon died now, how would he get revenge for his loss? He needed his target alive.
By now, the Master's face had morphed from red to white then blue. Seeing his daughter's attacker right before him, how could he not want to inflict the worst kind of punishment?
"DIE!" Without waiting for anyone's reaction, the Master extended two fingers and swiped down with vicious force.
At that moment, the only thing in the world was sword qi, blotting out the skies.
The disciples on the ground felt themselves shiver in terror. They knew that if they were the ones facing this strike, there would only be one result: death.
The eyes of the family heads sharpened. Even they weren't sure if they could handle this sword strike. It seemed that after 200 years of seclusion, the Master of Soul Rending Peak had definitely improved. His sword intent had actually reached the third level, one with body!
The naming of the levels of intents weren't empty. When one reached one with body, they would truly become the embodiment of their will. For swordsmasters, they'd constantly exude a sharp aura, as though their every step could slice apart the very air before them. It didn't just increase attack power, but also defense and speed. This was the benefit of reaching the one with body state.
The family heads could only shake their heads and sigh. They had come here to take Dyon away, but this Master was too hot-headed.
By the time the sword qi disappeared, the world was completely silent. Many expected Dyon's body to split in half where it stood. Maybe the attack was so quick and powerful that even Dyon hadn't realized he had died yet.
Yet, when Dyon's hand moved to fix the wrinkles in his disciple robes, everyone felt that they had fallen into a dream world. Some even pinched themselves to see if this was still the real world.
Two seconds. Three seconds. Five seconds.
By now, everyone was sure that nothing had happened to Dyon. He was actually completely fine!
"For the Master of a sect, your comprehension of sword intent is pitiful." Dyon spoke with disdain, not a single hint of respect in his voice.
At that moment, a slight worry flashed in Violet's eyes. All of this happened because of her, if her father suffered because she couldn't handle getting rejected, how would she face him?
But, when she looked around and saw the countless experts here, she breathed out in relief. Even if Dyon's wings were powerful, he wouldn't escape today.
The Master's eyes reddened with rage, however before he could attack again, he was stopped by the priests and Mother of The Cathedral. They gave him a meaningful glance, as though reminding him of the situation.
Dyon found this situation quite funny when he thought about it. With the tower spirit's help, he could replay exactly what happened that day for all to see. On top of that, he could do what Violet least wanted and project her n.a.k.e.d body for everyone to see. But, he wanted to wait for the perfect time before he did that.
Seeing Dyon's smirk, the Master felt like his heart was going to combust from the inside out. How could any father withstand such a thing?
By now, Arthurian was sneering too. He believed that his family background had saved him, so how couldn't he be complacent. But, his Uncle sent him a glare that made him involuntarily take a step back. Arthurian might not understand, but he did. For Violet to not expose him, she would surely make the Caedes family pay a heavy price. They'd have to hand over valuable resources just because of his little nephew.
"I'm truly interested." Dyon said with a smile. "Can I see your evidence? I'd also like to hear your story."
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Dyon was absolutely stunned, but other than a weird light in his eye, he didn't have any other reaction. He had pegged Violet's snake-like personality a long time ago. Why would he still be surprised after hearing this?
Arthurian, however, was completely shocked by this turn of events. If he knew this would happen, why would he bother asking his Uncle for help?
'Unless…? Is it because of my Uncle that Violet told a lie? Or is it because Dyon angered her in some way?'
On the ground, Donari who was just as arrogant as Dyon and halfway into the air, paused, confusion clear on his face.
He had been with Dyon when the bell was rung, and he had also been there when they heard the roar together. Presumably, if Dyon did this, he would have immediately known that the Master's anger was aimed toward him and the central bell's chime was calling for his punishment. If he knew all of this… Why did he come here?
None of it made any sense. Not only had he come, he was standing in the sky, completely alone and without protection. Could a person really be so stupid?
Still, as a person who had exchanged blows with Dyon, he was well aware of his character. At the same time, as a member of the Caedes family, he was well versed in the type of person Violet was as well. Although Violet didn't use those underhanded tactics on him, plenty of others had suffered at her hands.
In the end, Donari continued his way up the sky, hovering beside Dyon. After he saw the odd light in his father's eye and Arthurian's reaction, he figured some things out for himself.
Plus, if Dyon died now, how would he get revenge for his loss? He needed his target alive.
By now, the Master's face had morphed from red to white then blue. Seeing his daughter's attacker right before him, how could he not want to inflict the worst kind of punishment?
"DIE!" Without waiting for anyone's reaction, the Master extended two fingers and swiped down with vicious force.
At that moment, the only thing in the world was sword qi, blotting out the skies.
The disciples on the ground felt themselves shiver in terror. They knew that if they were the ones facing this strike, there would only be one result: death.
The eyes of the family heads sharpened. Even they weren't sure if they could handle this sword strike. It seemed that after 200 years of seclusion, the Master of Soul Rending Peak had definitely improved. His sword intent had actually reached the third level, one with body!
The naming of the levels of intents weren't empty. When one reached one with body, they would truly become the embodiment of their will. For swordsmasters, they'd constantly exude a sharp aura, as though their every step could slice apart the very air before them. It didn't just increase attack power, but also defense and speed. This was the benefit of reaching the one with body state.
The family heads could only shake their heads and sigh. They had come here to take Dyon away, but this Master was too hot-headed.
By the time the sword qi disappeared, the world was completely silent. Many expected Dyon's body to split in half where it stood. Maybe the attack was so quick and powerful that even Dyon hadn't realized he had died yet.
Yet, when Dyon's hand moved to fix the wrinkles in his disciple robes, everyone felt that they had fallen into a dream world. Some even pinched themselves to see if this was still the real world.
Two seconds. Three seconds. Five seconds.
By now, everyone was sure that nothing had happened to Dyon. He was actually completely fine!
"For the Master of a sect, your comprehension of sword intent is pitiful." Dyon spoke with disdain, not a single hint of respect in his voice.
At that moment, a slight worry flashed in Violet's eyes. All of this happened because of her, if her father suffered because she couldn't handle getting rejected, how would she face him?
But, when she looked around and saw the countless experts here, she breathed out in relief. Even if Dyon's wings were powerful, he wouldn't escape today.
The Master's eyes reddened with rage, however before he could attack again, he was stopped by the priests and Mother of The Cathedral. They gave him a meaningful glance, as though reminding him of the situation.
Dyon found this situation quite funny when he thought about it. With the tower spirit's help, he could replay exactly what happened that day for all to see. On top of that, he could do what Violet least wanted and project her n.a.k.e.d body for everyone to see. But, he wanted to wait for the perfect time before he did that.
Seeing Dyon's smirk, the Master felt like his heart was going to combust from the inside out. How could any father withstand such a thing?
By now, Arthurian was sneering too. He believed that his family background had saved him, so how couldn't he be complacent. But, his Uncle sent him a glare that made him involuntarily take a step back. Arthurian might not understand, but he did. For Violet to not expose him, she would surely make the Caedes family pay a heavy price. They'd have to hand over valuable resources just because of his little nephew.
"I'm truly interested." Dyon said with a smile. "Can I see your evidence? I'd also like to hear your story."
Dyon was absolutely stunned, but other than a weird light in his eye, he didn't have any other reaction. He had pegged Violet's snake-like personality a long time ago. Why would he still be surprised after hearing this? Arthurian, however, was completely shocked by this turn of events. If he knew this would happen, why would he bother asking his Uncle for help? 'Unless? Is it because of my Uncle that Violet told a lie? Or is it because Dyon angered her in some way?' On the ground, Donari who was just as arrogant as Dyon and halfway into the air, paused, confusion clear on his face. He had been with Dyon when the bell was rung, and he had also been there when they heard the roar together. Presumably, if Dyon did this, he would have immediately known that the Master's anger was aimed toward him and the central bell's chime was calling for his punishment. If he knew all of this Why did he come here? None of it made any sense. Not only had he come, he was standing in the sky, completely alone and without protection. Could a person really be so stupid? Still, as a person who had exchanged blows with Dyon, he was well aware of his character. At the same time, as a member of the Caedes family, he was well versed in the type of person Violet was as well. Although Violet didn't use those underhanded tactics on him, plenty of others had suffered at her hands. In the end, Donari continued his way up the sky, hovering beside Dyon. After he saw the odd light in his father's eye and Arthurian's reaction, he figured some things out for himself. Plus, if Dyon died now, how would he get revenge for his loss? He needed his target alive. By now, the Master's face had morphed from red to white then blue. Seeing his daughter's attacker right before him, how could he not want to inflict the worst kind of punishment? "DIE!" Without waiting for anyone's reaction, the Master extended two fingers and swiped down with vicious force. At that moment, the only thing in the world was sword qi, blotting out the skies. The disciples on the ground felt themselves shiver in terror. They knew that if they were the ones facing this strike, there would only be one result: death. The eyes of the family heads sharpened. Even they weren't sure if they could handle this sword strike. It seemed that after 200 years of seclusion, the Master of Soul Rending Peak had definitely improved. His sword intent had actually reached the third level, one with body! The naming of the levels of intents weren't empty. When one reached one with body, they would truly become the embodiment of their will. For swordsmasters, they'd constantly exude a sharp aura, as though their every step could slice apart the very air before them. It didn't just increase attack power, but also defense and speed. This was the benefit of reaching the one with body state. The family heads could only shake their heads and sigh. They had come here to take Dyon away, but this Master was too hot-headed. By the time the sword qi disappeared, the world was completely silent. Many expected Dyon's body to split in half where it stood. Maybe the attack was so quick and powerful that even Dyon hadn't realized he had died yet. Yet, when Dyon's hand moved to fix the wrinkles in his disciple robes, everyone felt that they had fallen into a dream world. Some even pinched themselves to see if this was still the real world. Two seconds. Three seconds. Five seconds. By now, everyone was sure that nothing had happened to Dyon. He was actually completely fine! "For the Master of a sect, your comprehension of sword intent is pitiful." Dyon spoke with disdain, not a single hint of respect in his voice. At that moment, a slight worry flashed in Violet's eyes. All of this happened because of her, if her father suffered because she couldn't handle getting rejected, how would she face him? But, when she looked around and saw the countless experts here, she breathed out in relief. Even if Dyon's wings were powerful, he wouldn't escape today. The Master's eyes reddened with rage, however before he could attack again, he was stopped by the priests and Mother of The Cathedral. They gave him a meaningful glance, as though reminding him of the situation. Dyon found this situation quite funny when he thought about it. With the tower spirit's help, he could replay exactly what happened that day for all to see. On top of that, he could do what Violet least wanted and project her n.a.k.e.d body for everyone to see. But, he wanted to wait for the perfect time before he did that. Seeing Dyon's smirk, the Master felt like his heart was going to combust from the inside out. How could any father withstand such a thing? By now, Arthurian was sneering too. He believed that his family background had saved him, so how couldn't he be complacent. But, his Uncle sent him a glare that made him involuntarily take a step back. Arthurian might not understand, but he did. For Violet to not expose him, she would surely make the Caedes family pay a heavy price. They'd have to hand over valuable resources just because of his little nephew. "I'm truly interested." Dyon said with a smile. "Can I see your evidence? I'd also like to hear your story."
