Chapter 1384: 1384
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'Those three aren't infernal beasts,' Dyon thought to himself, still rotating the odd marble in his palm.
In truth, he was in no state to fight. His injuries were terrible, there was still a hole in his c.h.e.s.t right through his heart, his arm was broken and his hands and feet had ghastly stab wounds in them that perfectly aligned with the lizard's teeth.
Although the infernal beast meat was slowly healing his injuries with their excess energy, he had only had a few bites till now. Considering this energy was tailor made to heal, its efficiency was far less than that of the bull-bird's energy.
Dyon's demeanor changed as an eerie calm overwhelmed him. He continued to eat, however, this time, he didn't expand and contract. His control over his runic flame seemed to have increase.
In the distance, several ten thousand miles away, too far for even a celestial to see, the young man's pace slowed before coming to a complete stop. His body stilled so wholly that one couldn't even hear the sound of his pumping heart if your ear was to his c.h.e.s.t.
"Lord Husband?" The beauties couldn't help but call out after several minutes.
"It knows we're here." The young man spoke, his calm voice rumbling with a slight killing intent.
Who was Dyon? Would he be worried about such opponents?
Dyon had been struggling against even lower saint beasts over the past three months, but just how much had he handicapped himself?
Firstly, during his battles, he sealed his soul, not making use of his sensory abilities or array alchemy capability. Secondly, he didn't use any wills, whether it be his wind will or his fire wills. Thirdly, he shut his brain off. He didn't use tactics or intelligence to fight. It wasn't until his frustration blew over that he finally used sly tactics against the lizard, something he wasn't entirely proud of.
However, if Dyon used all of the means available to him, was there really a saint creature here that he would fear? After all, these weren't true beasts of the Chaotic Era, they were just cheap knock-offs. Plus, these creatures were too stupid to match his intelligence, it was exactly for this reason that he sealed his thoughts away. If he hadn't, there would be no benefit to this training.
That said… The enemies coming toward him now weren't infernal beasts. Yes, they were beasts, but they had intelligence. On top of this, they were interrupting his meal. He didn't mind going all out to deal with them in the quickest possible fashion so that he could continue with his training.
The young man didn't refer to Dyon as a person. The best descriptor he had was "It". To him, even from this distance, Dyon was unfathomable.
"This depth… Other than Balor, I've never sensed such a character before…"
The eyes of his wives contracted, "Balor?"
Among their five alliance clans, there were upper and lower clans. For the past several thousand years, the Golden Crown Raven Clan had always been at the top. This was because unlike the other four clans who had lower heaven bloodlines, the Golden Crown Raven Clan had a middle heaven bloodline. On top of this, it wasn't a normal middle heaven grade clan either, but a King of their grade!
Dyon had met these "Kings" before in his third trial. While beasts were divided into grades, there was a special tier within every grade subdivision denoted by a "King" title. Those of this King grade had the potential to grow, transcending their grade's shackles and soaring to a new height. In addition, they could suppress those below them with their mere gaze.
Although these three also came from a King bloodline, they were denoted as lower heaven grades… They simply couldn't compare to the Golden Crown Raven Clan.
This "Balor" was the heir of the Golden Crown Raven Clan and already believed to be the number one of this generation even without having fought the other four of them. Yet, their husband had actually compared this "It" to him!
"Lord Husband…" The beauties spoke worriedly. If their husband fought someone of Balor's caliber now and lost, all of the momentum he had built would be devastated. He wouldn't be able to stand up to the other four geniuses anymore!
The young man's battle intent soared. "If I lost to him, I was destined to lose anyway. What point is there in delaying?!"
Turning to his wives, his expression turned grave. "Stay here." In an instant, he disappeared.
Dyon sighed when he noticed that one of the auras continued toward him. 'Can't I just train in peace? Something tells me trying to talk it out with this guy isn't going to work. How about I leave you half alive for the sake of those beauties who followed you here?'
The young man had no idea that Dyon could quite literally see them from such a distance. His bestial instincts told him that Dyon was aware of his presence, but he had no idea that it was to this extent. Such a long range of divine sense was impossible to predict!
BOOM! BOOM!
Currents of energy blasted through the black-red fog of the Chaos Universe as the howl of a battle ready wolf crossed thousands of miles.
"My title is Silver Fang! Heir to the Silver Needle Wolf Clan!" The young man roared, careening toward Dyon with bloody intent. "I have fought and bloodied 37 geniuses. Today, you'll be the 38th!"
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'Those three aren't infernal beasts,' Dyon thought to himself, still rotating the odd marble in his palm.
In truth, he was in no state to fight. His injuries were terrible, there was still a hole in his c.h.e.s.t right through his heart, his arm was broken and his hands and feet had ghastly stab wounds in them that perfectly aligned with the lizard's teeth.
Although the infernal beast meat was slowly healing his injuries with their excess energy, he had only had a few bites till now. Considering this energy was tailor made to heal, its efficiency was far less than that of the bull-bird's energy.
Dyon's demeanor changed as an eerie calm overwhelmed him. He continued to eat, however, this time, he didn't expand and contract. His control over his runic flame seemed to have increase.
In the distance, several ten thousand miles away, too far for even a celestial to see, the young man's pace slowed before coming to a complete stop. His body stilled so wholly that one couldn't even hear the sound of his pumping heart if your ear was to his c.h.e.s.t.
"Lord Husband?" The beauties couldn't help but call out after several minutes.
"It knows we're here." The young man spoke, his calm voice rumbling with a slight killing intent.
Who was Dyon? Would he be worried about such opponents?
Dyon had been struggling against even lower saint beasts over the past three months, but just how much had he handicapped himself?
Firstly, during his battles, he sealed his soul, not making use of his sensory abilities or array alchemy capability. Secondly, he didn't use any wills, whether it be his wind will or his fire wills. Thirdly, he shut his brain off. He didn't use tactics or intelligence to fight. It wasn't until his frustration blew over that he finally used sly tactics against the lizard, something he wasn't entirely proud of.
However, if Dyon used all of the means available to him, was there really a saint creature here that he would fear? After all, these weren't true beasts of the Chaotic Era, they were just cheap knock-offs. Plus, these creatures were too stupid to match his intelligence, it was exactly for this reason that he sealed his thoughts away. If he hadn't, there would be no benefit to this training.
That said… The enemies coming toward him now weren't infernal beasts. Yes, they were beasts, but they had intelligence. On top of this, they were interrupting his meal. He didn't mind going all out to deal with them in the quickest possible fashion so that he could continue with his training.
The young man didn't refer to Dyon as a person. The best descriptor he had was "It". To him, even from this distance, Dyon was unfathomable.
"This depth… Other than Balor, I've never sensed such a character before…"
The eyes of his wives contracted, "Balor?"
Among their five alliance clans, there were upper and lower clans. For the past several thousand years, the Golden Crown Raven Clan had always been at the top. This was because unlike the other four clans who had lower heaven bloodlines, the Golden Crown Raven Clan had a middle heaven bloodline. On top of this, it wasn't a normal middle heaven grade clan either, but a King of their grade!
Dyon had met these "Kings" before in his third trial. While beasts were divided into grades, there was a special tier within every grade subdivision denoted by a "King" title. Those of this King grade had the potential to grow, transcending their grade's shackles and soaring to a new height. In addition, they could suppress those below them with their mere gaze.
Although these three also came from a King bloodline, they were denoted as lower heaven grades… They simply couldn't compare to the Golden Crown Raven Clan.
This "Balor" was the heir of the Golden Crown Raven Clan and already believed to be the number one of this generation even without having fought the other four of them. Yet, their husband had actually compared this "It" to him!
"Lord Husband…" The beauties spoke worriedly. If their husband fought someone of Balor's caliber now and lost, all of the momentum he had built would be devastated. He wouldn't be able to stand up to the other four geniuses anymore!
The young man's battle intent soared. "If I lost to him, I was destined to lose anyway. What point is there in delaying?!"
Turning to his wives, his expression turned grave. "Stay here." In an instant, he disappeared.
Dyon sighed when he noticed that one of the auras continued toward him. 'Can't I just train in peace? Something tells me trying to talk it out with this guy isn't going to work. How about I leave you half alive for the sake of those beauties who followed you here?'
The young man had no idea that Dyon could quite literally see them from such a distance. His bestial instincts told him that Dyon was aware of his presence, but he had no idea that it was to this extent. Such a long range of divine sense was impossible to predict!
BOOM! BOOM!
Currents of energy blasted through the black-red fog of the Chaos Universe as the howl of a battle ready wolf crossed thousands of miles.
"My title is Silver Fang! Heir to the Silver Needle Wolf Clan!" The young man roared, careening toward Dyon with bloody intent. "I have fought and bloodied 37 geniuses. Today, you'll be the 38th!"
'Those three aren't infernal beasts,' Dyon thought to himself, still rotating the odd marble in his palm. In truth, he was in no state to fight. His injuries were terrible, there was still a hole in his c.h.e.s.t right through his heart, his arm was broken and his hands and feet had ghastly stab wounds in them that perfectly aligned with the lizard's teeth. Although the infernal beast meat was slowly healing his injuries with their excess energy, he had only had a few bites till now. Considering this energy was tailor made to heal, its efficiency was far less than that of the bull-bird's energy. Dyon's demeanor changed as an eerie calm overwhelmed him. He continued to eat, however, this time, he didn't expand and contract. His control over his runic flame seemed to have increase. In the distance, several ten thousand miles away, too far for even a celestial to see, the young man's pace slowed before coming to a complete stop. His body stilled so wholly that one couldn't even hear the sound of his pumping heart if your ear was to his c.h.e.s.t. "Lord Husband?" The beauties couldn't help but call out after several minutes. "It knows we're here." The young man spoke, his calm voice rumbling with a slight killing intent. Who was Dyon? Would he be worried about such opponents? Dyon had been struggling against even lower saint beasts over the past three months, but just how much had he handicapped himself? Firstly, during his battles, he sealed his soul, not making use of his sensory abilities or array alchemy capability. Secondly, he didn't use any wills, whether it be his wind will or his fire wills. Thirdly, he shut his brain off. He didn't use tactics or intelligence to fight. It wasn't until his frustration blew over that he finally used sly tactics against the lizard, something he wasn't entirely proud of. However, if Dyon used all of the means available to him, was there really a saint creature here that he would fear? After all, these weren't true beasts of the Chaotic Era, they were just cheap knock-offs. Plus, these creatures were too stupid to match his intelligence, it was exactly for this reason that he sealed his thoughts away. If he hadn't, there would be no benefit to this training. That said The enemies coming toward him now weren't infernal beasts. Yes, they were beasts, but they had intelligence. On top of this, they were interrupting his meal. He didn't mind going all out to deal with them in the quickest possible fashion so that he could continue with his training. The young man didn't refer to Dyon as a person. The best descriptor he had was "It". To him, even from this distance, Dyon was unfathomable. "This depth Other than Balor, I've never sensed such a character before" The eyes of his wives contracted, "Balor?" Among their five alliance clans, there were upper and lower clans. For the past several thousand years, the Golden Crown Raven Clan had always been at the top. This was because unlike the other four clans who had lower heaven bloodlines, the Golden Crown Raven Clan had a middle heaven bloodline. On top of this, it wasn't a normal middle heaven grade clan either, but a King of their grade! Dyon had met these "Kings" before in his third trial. While beasts were divided into grades, there was a special tier within every grade subdivision denoted by a "King" title. Those of this King grade had the potential to grow, transcending their grade's shackles and soaring to a new height. In addition, they could suppress those below them with their mere gaze. Although these three also came from a King bloodline, they were denoted as lower heaven grades They simply couldn't compare to the Golden Crown Raven Clan. This "Balor" was the heir of the Golden Crown Raven Clan and already believed to be the number one of this generation even without having fought the other four of them. Yet, their husband had actually compared this "It" to him! "Lord Husband" The beauties spoke worriedly. If their husband fought someone of Balor's caliber now and lost, all of the momentum he had built would be devastated. He wouldn't be able to stand up to the other four geniuses anymore! The young man's battle intent soared. "If I lost to him, I was destined to lose anyway. What point is there in delaying?!" Turning to his wives, his expression turned grave. "Stay here." In an instant, he disappeared. Dyon sighed when he noticed that one of the auras continued toward him. 'Can't I just train in peace? Something tells me trying to talk it out with this guy isn't going to work. How about I leave you half alive for the sake of those beauties who followed you here?' The young man had no idea that Dyon could quite literally see them from such a distance. His bestial instincts told him that Dyon was aware of his presence, but he had no idea that it was to this extent. Such a long range of divine sense was impossible to predict! BOOM! BOOM! Currents of energy blasted through the black-red fog of the Chaos Universe as the howl of a battle ready wolf crossed thousands of miles. "My title is Silver Fang! Heir to the Silver Needle Wolf Clan!" The young man roared, careening toward Dyon with bloody intent. "I have fought and bloodied 37 geniuses. Today, you'll be the 38th!"
