Chapter 1487: 1487
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Wilder's eyes grew a shade colder. "I see…"
Blythe shook her head from a distance away. Everyone knew Wilder's personality. Upon first meeting him, one would find it funny that such a calm young man would have such a name. At least, that's what you'd think until her lost control of his temper. By then, you'd believe that his name wasn't fierce enough. The young man was no less than the reincarnation of the devil.
Dyon made no attempt to explain himself, nor did he care to. "Are you going to get out of my way? Or are you going to make me make you get out of my way?"
"Why did you kill her?" Wilder asked calmly.
Dyon ignored Wilder's question, looking around to see who was here. He found all of this quite funny, there really didn't seem to be many, if any, missing at all. Even the Flaming Lily Sect disciples were here despite the fact they tried to avoid his gaze thinking that he was relying on them to get out of this situation.
Shaking his head, Dyon chuckled. "This sort of Sect will never amount to much of anything."
The female disciples reddened with embarrassment, but continued to avoid his gaze. At the very least, Sabona and Yandevere seemed to be looking for a way. Well, Yandevere actually seemed more interested in what was within the gorge, which made sense considering the corrosive flame that lived down there would resonate with her own innate flames very well.
"You may not know this, but although Junior Sister Lithe was an in-name disciple of the Beast Master Guild Head, she was also training to become a weapon's smith. If you don't understand, this means that she was under my charge as a Comet Lord. Yet, you've killed her." Wilder's voice remained eerily calm, he didn't seem to notice the fact Dyon had ignored him.
"Big brother, that guy has an ugly spirit." Biibi muttered.
Dyon wasn't so surprised by Biibi's analysis. As a celestial deer, she was very s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e to purity, and by proxy, impurity. She could see the wild aura building up within Wilder just as easily as Dyon's bestial instincts caught on to it.
"Listen." Blythe, the exceptionally arrogant young lady and second white robed disciple stepped forward to mediate. "Both of you need to calm down. Lithe was a bitch and I'm certain that she's done something stupid. But, at the same time, as a Comet Lord of the Weapon's Masters, Wilder has an obligation to her, but more important, to his prestige. It's possible to reach some sort of consensus here if you two are willing to listen."
Dyon smiled, but those of the Sapientia Guild nearly fainted in shock. Since when did Blythe had such an understanding and soothing personality?
However, this was just how she was. She only respected the capable, and both Wilder and Dyon were exactly that. If Dyon had been someone weak and unworthy, she would have allowed Wilder to do as he pleased. But, he wasn't.
She knew that Wilder couldn't afford to fallout with a True God. At the same time, she knew that Dyon couldn't risk angering such a young Comet Lord either. Offending Wilder was akin to offending both the Runic Vein Masters and the Weapon's Masters.
Although Blythe had their best interests at heart, she was wrong about one thing. Dyon had no need for any of the Sapientia Guilds, least of all the Runic Vein Guild and the Weapon's Smith Guild. Among them, maybe the only guilds he cared to offend even less were the alchemy and formation guilds.
Dyon shrugged. "I have no problem not killing him … As long as he doesn't attack first. But, it doesn't seem like your wish will come true."
"[Resonate]."
"[Reflect]."
Linlin and Biibi spoke at the same time. The instant Wilder's figure flashed forward, a boiling, maniacal rage coloring his once calm features, they had long since been prepared.
Biibi's hooves shone a bright golden light, stirring Linlin's meridians and reinforcing them for the short term. In that instant, Linlin could support a fiercer qi travel speed and a stronger output. Her technique's strength had instantly rose by more than three times!
Linlin's head peaked out from within her beautiful black shell. Her white lipless mouth opened ever so slightly, causing a shield of brilliant ancient patterns to appear before them.
Dyon smiled lightly. His hand rose, causing a formation of crimson red to etch into the skies.
Those watching felt their eyes glue to the action. Although they had seen Dyon and Falkor exchange blows, it was only for a moment. Seeing Dyon fight a middle celestial like this was like having first row tickets to a highly anticipated event!
The truth of the matter was that Wilder's momentum was fierce. Despite only being a first order genius, he and many other body cultivators felt like the criteria for False True God should be changed. Why was it that only the energy path was considered when his body superseded what they were capable of?! Not only did he have a first grade energy cultivation, he had a first grade body!
Still, Dyon's smile didn't fade as Wilder crashed into Linlin's ancient symbols.
His glaive remained intact, but his arm cut open in dozens of locations, erupting into a shower of blood even as the defensive technique shattered.
Dyon's arm, raised to his side, heightened just a slight bit more.
"[Weaken]." The blinding lights of his crimson array dimmed ever so slightly, lowering the energy requirement to a mere tenth, even as the fainted line of black flames coated the edge of its blade.
"[Accelerate]. [Accelerate]. [Accelerate]." Two times. Four times. Eight times.
"Your fist isn't big enough." Dyon said lightly.
A beam of red flashed across the skies. To those spectating, it looked like a Demon Emperor had drawn his finger across the clouds, slicing them in two.
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Wilder's eyes grew a shade colder. "I see…"
Blythe shook her head from a distance away. Everyone knew Wilder's personality. Upon first meeting him, one would find it funny that such a calm young man would have such a name. At least, that's what you'd think until her lost control of his temper. By then, you'd believe that his name wasn't fierce enough. The young man was no less than the reincarnation of the devil.
Dyon made no attempt to explain himself, nor did he care to. "Are you going to get out of my way? Or are you going to make me make you get out of my way?"
"Why did you kill her?" Wilder asked calmly.
Dyon ignored Wilder's question, looking around to see who was here. He found all of this quite funny, there really didn't seem to be many, if any, missing at all. Even the Flaming Lily Sect disciples were here despite the fact they tried to avoid his gaze thinking that he was relying on them to get out of this situation.
Shaking his head, Dyon chuckled. "This sort of Sect will never amount to much of anything."
The female disciples reddened with embarrassment, but continued to avoid his gaze. At the very least, Sabona and Yandevere seemed to be looking for a way. Well, Yandevere actually seemed more interested in what was within the gorge, which made sense considering the corrosive flame that lived down there would resonate with her own innate flames very well.
"You may not know this, but although Junior Sister Lithe was an in-name disciple of the Beast Master Guild Head, she was also training to become a weapon's smith. If you don't understand, this means that she was under my charge as a Comet Lord. Yet, you've killed her." Wilder's voice remained eerily calm, he didn't seem to notice the fact Dyon had ignored him.
"Big brother, that guy has an ugly spirit." Biibi muttered.
Dyon wasn't so surprised by Biibi's analysis. As a celestial deer, she was very s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e to purity, and by proxy, impurity. She could see the wild aura building up within Wilder just as easily as Dyon's bestial instincts caught on to it.
"Listen." Blythe, the exceptionally arrogant young lady and second white robed disciple stepped forward to mediate. "Both of you need to calm down. Lithe was a bitch and I'm certain that she's done something stupid. But, at the same time, as a Comet Lord of the Weapon's Masters, Wilder has an obligation to her, but more important, to his prestige. It's possible to reach some sort of consensus here if you two are willing to listen."
Dyon smiled, but those of the Sapientia Guild nearly fainted in shock. Since when did Blythe had such an understanding and soothing personality?
However, this was just how she was. She only respected the capable, and both Wilder and Dyon were exactly that. If Dyon had been someone weak and unworthy, she would have allowed Wilder to do as he pleased. But, he wasn't.
She knew that Wilder couldn't afford to fallout with a True God. At the same time, she knew that Dyon couldn't risk angering such a young Comet Lord either. Offending Wilder was akin to offending both the Runic Vein Masters and the Weapon's Masters.
Although Blythe had their best interests at heart, she was wrong about one thing. Dyon had no need for any of the Sapientia Guilds, least of all the Runic Vein Guild and the Weapon's Smith Guild. Among them, maybe the only guilds he cared to offend even less were the alchemy and formation guilds.
Dyon shrugged. "I have no problem not killing him … As long as he doesn't attack first. But, it doesn't seem like your wish will come true."
"[Resonate]."
"[Reflect]."
Linlin and Biibi spoke at the same time. The instant Wilder's figure flashed forward, a boiling, maniacal rage coloring his once calm features, they had long since been prepared.
Biibi's hooves shone a bright golden light, stirring Linlin's meridians and reinforcing them for the short term. In that instant, Linlin could support a fiercer qi travel speed and a stronger output. Her technique's strength had instantly rose by more than three times!
Linlin's head peaked out from within her beautiful black shell. Her white lipless mouth opened ever so slightly, causing a shield of brilliant ancient patterns to appear before them.
Dyon smiled lightly. His hand rose, causing a formation of crimson red to etch into the skies.
Those watching felt their eyes glue to the action. Although they had seen Dyon and Falkor exchange blows, it was only for a moment. Seeing Dyon fight a middle celestial like this was like having first row tickets to a highly anticipated event!
The truth of the matter was that Wilder's momentum was fierce. Despite only being a first order genius, he and many other body cultivators felt like the criteria for False True God should be changed. Why was it that only the energy path was considered when his body superseded what they were capable of?! Not only did he have a first grade energy cultivation, he had a first grade body!
Still, Dyon's smile didn't fade as Wilder crashed into Linlin's ancient symbols.
His glaive remained intact, but his arm cut open in dozens of locations, erupting into a shower of blood even as the defensive technique shattered.
Dyon's arm, raised to his side, heightened just a slight bit more.
"[Weaken]." The blinding lights of his crimson array dimmed ever so slightly, lowering the energy requirement to a mere tenth, even as the fainted line of black flames coated the edge of its blade.
"[Accelerate]. [Accelerate]. [Accelerate]." Two times. Four times. Eight times.
"Your fist isn't big enough." Dyon said lightly.
A beam of red flashed across the skies. To those spectating, it looked like a Demon Emperor had drawn his finger across the clouds, slicing them in two.
Wilder's eyes grew a shade colder. "I see" Blythe shook her head from a distance away. Everyone knew Wilder's personality. Upon first meeting him, one would find it funny that such a calm young man would have such a name. At least, that's what you'd think until her lost control of his temper. By then, you'd believe that his name wasn't fierce enough. The young man was no less than the reincarnation of the devil. Dyon made no attempt to explain himself, nor did he care to. "Are you going to get out of my way? Or are you going to make me make you get out of my way?" "Why did you kill her?" Wilder asked calmly. Dyon ignored Wilder's question, looking around to see who was here. He found all of this quite funny, there really didn't seem to be many, if any, missing at all. Even the Flaming Lily Sect disciples were here despite the fact they tried to avoid his gaze thinking that he was relying on them to get out of this situation. Shaking his head, Dyon chuckled. "This sort of Sect will never amount to much of anything." The female disciples reddened with embarrassment, but continued to avoid his gaze. At the very least, Sabona and Yandevere seemed to be looking for a way. Well, Yandevere actually seemed more interested in what was within the gorge, which made sense considering the corrosive flame that lived down there would resonate with her own innate flames very well. "You may not know this, but although Junior Sister Lithe was an in-name disciple of the Beast Master Guild Head, she was also training to become a weapon's smith. If you don't understand, this means that she was under my charge as a Comet Lord. Yet, you've killed her." Wilder's voice remained eerily calm, he didn't seem to notice the fact Dyon had ignored him. "Big brother, that guy has an ugly spirit." Biibi muttered. Dyon wasn't so surprised by Biibi's analysis. As a celestial deer, she was very s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e to purity, and by proxy, impurity. She could see the wild aura building up within Wilder just as easily as Dyon's bestial instincts caught on to it. "Listen." Blythe, the exceptionally arrogant young lady and second white robed disciple stepped forward to mediate. "Both of you need to calm down. Lithe was a bitch and I'm certain that she's done something stupid. But, at the same time, as a Comet Lord of the Weapon's Masters, Wilder has an obligation to her, but more important, to his prestige. It's possible to reach some sort of consensus here if you two are willing to listen." Dyon smiled, but those of the Sapientia Guild nearly fainted in shock. Since when did Blythe had such an understanding and soothing personality? However, this was just how she was. She only respected the capable, and both Wilder and Dyon were exactly that. If Dyon had been someone weak and unworthy, she would have allowed Wilder to do as he pleased. But, he wasn't. She knew that Wilder couldn't afford to fallout with a True God. At the same time, she knew that Dyon couldn't risk angering such a young Comet Lord either. Offending Wilder was akin to offending both the Runic Vein Masters and the Weapon's Masters. Although Blythe had their best interests at heart, she was wrong about one thing. Dyon had no need for any of the Sapientia Guilds, least of all the Runic Vein Guild and the Weapon's Smith Guild. Among them, maybe the only guilds he cared to offend even less were the alchemy and formation guilds. Dyon shrugged. "I have no problem not killing him As long as he doesn't attack first. But, it doesn't seem like your wish will come true." "Resonate." "Reflect." Linlin and Biibi spoke at the same time. The instant Wilder's figure flashed forward, a boiling, maniacal rage coloring his once calm features, they had long since been prepared. Biibi's hooves shone a bright golden light, stirring Linlin's meridians and reinforcing them for the short term. In that instant, Linlin could support a fiercer qi travel speed and a stronger output. Her technique's strength had instantly rose by more than three times! Linlin's head peaked out from within her beautiful black shell. Her white lipless mouth opened ever so slightly, causing a shield of brilliant ancient patterns to appear before them. Dyon smiled lightly. His hand rose, causing a formation of crimson red to etch into the skies. Those watching felt their eyes glue to the action. Although they had seen Dyon and Falkor exchange blows, it was only for a moment. Seeing Dyon fight a middle celestial like this was like having first row tickets to a highly anticipated event! The truth of the matter was that Wilder's momentum was fierce. Despite only being a first order genius, he and many other body cultivators felt like the criteria for False True God should be changed. Why was it that only the energy path was considered when his body superseded what they were capable of?! Not only did he have a first grade energy cultivation, he had a first grade body! Still, Dyon's smile didn't fade as Wilder crashed into Linlin's ancient symbols. His glaive remained intact, but his arm cut open in dozens of locations, erupting into a shower of blood even as the defensive technique shattered. Dyon's arm, raised to his side, heightened just a slight bit more. "Weaken." The blinding lights of his crimson array dimmed ever so slightly, lowering the energy requirement to a mere tenth, even as the fainted line of black flames coated the edge of its blade. "Accelerate. Accelerate. Accelerate." Two times. Four times. Eight times. "Your fist isn't big enough." Dyon said lightly. A beam of red flashed across the skies. To those spectating, it looked like a Demon Emperor had drawn his finger across the clouds, slicing them in two.
