Chapter 1619: 1619
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The gray glaive polearm seemed to extended indefinitely.
True Weapon's Will was something that was unapproachable for many. Even Anak who had finally comprehended a half-step dao was far from reaching this level as most wouldn't even sniff its barrier until entering the dao realm of comprehension. However, this was something Dyon had accomplished 6 years ago by now.
The True Weapon Will of the glaive was this very extending ability. Using concepts of momentum and resonance much like the other true weapon wills, the glaive was able to extend and shorten at will while conserving its striking power to perfection.
Anak never managed to enter Dyon's attack range. Before he could, Dyon took out his own glaive forged with dwarf's diamond. With a mere thought, the glaive shot outward, piercing through Anak's c.h.e.s.t and causing him to fly backward.
By the time the dao experts got within range, all that could greet them was a devastating scene. Chrystanthemum, who had fallen onto the ocean's surface, was pushed by the wave Anak's massive body created, leaving a trail of blood and severed organs. On the opposite side, Anabella left a similarly gory scene, the only difference being that it originated from her leg. Finally, there was Anak who's body was already gone from sight. The only evidence that he had been here was the still extending grey polearm attached to his c.h.e.s.t.
In what amounted to no more than a few seconds, three powerful celestial geniuses had been forced into such a sorry state.
Second Elder Mist trembled with rage, immediately sending out their Clan's Minor Elder to help her family's two geniuses.
"Stop!" The elder's eyes reddened with rage, raising her hand to attack. But, would First Elder Viola allow such a thing?
Elder Mist suddenly felt a hand grip her wrist.
"This is very clearly a matter for the younger generation to handle. When did it become your turn to interfere?"
"You…"
It was because of Viola's interference that Second Elder Mist hadn't been able to send their Clan's Minor Elder here to ensure this plan didn't fail in the first place. By the time she managed to wiggle her way out of this interference, who could have known that she was come to see such a scene? To make matters worse, Viola had shamelessly followed her here.
There were very clear distinctions between their ranks as well. While they were both middle dao experts, Second Elder Mist could only barely be considered so while Viola had firmly established herself, it was clear who would come out on top in a fight.
In truth, the only reason the Mist Clan still held a firm grasp of the Water Mist Sect was because of Grand Elder Mist and their secluded ancestors. In normal day to day affairs, they were already no match for the Sect Master and her faction.
Dyon couldn't be bothered to care. With a flick of his wrist, his glaive shot up from the dark waters below. If one didn't know better, they would think he was wielding a normally sized glaive instead of one that was already ten kilometers long.
Anak's unconscious body lay on the end of his blade, seemingly lifeless. He really had put his everything into his final strike, all for him to fail in the end.
In truth, Dyon wanted nothing more than to kill him. Even if he couldn't kill him, he would have wanted to at least turn him into a slave. But, he knew that was impossible.
The only reason Dyon could easily enslave characters like Yandevere and the kitsune geniuses was because their Clans were weak.
For the kitsune, this was obvious. They were from a mere 30th ranked quadrant despite being supreme grade beasts – they had simply declined too much.
As for Yandevere, this was less obvious considering she was from the 4th ranked quadrant, but it was important to separate the strength of the Golden Crow Sect and the Flaming Lily Sect. Alone, the Flaming Lily Sect was even weaker than the Kitsune Clan, especially considering the traitors that were likely in their midst.
The geniuses of powerful Clans all not only had Presence protecting treasures, they also had various life saving treasures. The best clans were able to provide Soul Treasures that were bound to newborn geniuses the moment their talents were confirmed. These sorts of treasures were of unimaginable value and were all heirlooms handed down through the generations.
If Dyon tried to enslave someone with too powerful a background, it would backfire in ways he wasn't fit deal with. So, while he could slowly infiltrate Clans and Sects ranked below 20 or so with this method, it was impossible to do the same for higher level Clans…
However, that didn't mean Dyon wouldn't make Anak pay a severe price even without the ability to enslave or kill him.
"COME!" Dyon's voice made the space around him tremble under its might.
Like a meteor, a streaking golden glaive five meters long careened toward Dyon. It didn't seem to remember it had another owner at all as it allowed Dyon to grasp it.
With a mere thought, Anak's connection to it shattered, causing his unconscious body to leak blood from his lips.
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The gray glaive polearm seemed to extended indefinitely.
True Weapon's Will was something that was unapproachable for many. Even Anak who had finally comprehended a half-step dao was far from reaching this level as most wouldn't even sniff its barrier until entering the dao realm of comprehension. However, this was something Dyon had accomplished 6 years ago by now.
The True Weapon Will of the glaive was this very extending ability. Using concepts of momentum and resonance much like the other true weapon wills, the glaive was able to extend and shorten at will while conserving its striking power to perfection.
Anak never managed to enter Dyon's attack range. Before he could, Dyon took out his own glaive forged with dwarf's diamond. With a mere thought, the glaive shot outward, piercing through Anak's c.h.e.s.t and causing him to fly backward.
By the time the dao experts got within range, all that could greet them was a devastating scene. Chrystanthemum, who had fallen onto the ocean's surface, was pushed by the wave Anak's massive body created, leaving a trail of blood and severed organs. On the opposite side, Anabella left a similarly gory scene, the only difference being that it originated from her leg. Finally, there was Anak who's body was already gone from sight. The only evidence that he had been here was the still extending grey polearm attached to his c.h.e.s.t.
In what amounted to no more than a few seconds, three powerful celestial geniuses had been forced into such a sorry state.
Second Elder Mist trembled with rage, immediately sending out their Clan's Minor Elder to help her family's two geniuses.
"Stop!" The elder's eyes reddened with rage, raising her hand to attack. But, would First Elder Viola allow such a thing?
Elder Mist suddenly felt a hand grip her wrist.
"This is very clearly a matter for the younger generation to handle. When did it become your turn to interfere?"
"You…"
It was because of Viola's interference that Second Elder Mist hadn't been able to send their Clan's Minor Elder here to ensure this plan didn't fail in the first place. By the time she managed to wiggle her way out of this interference, who could have known that she was come to see such a scene? To make matters worse, Viola had shamelessly followed her here.
There were very clear distinctions between their ranks as well. While they were both middle dao experts, Second Elder Mist could only barely be considered so while Viola had firmly established herself, it was clear who would come out on top in a fight.
In truth, the only reason the Mist Clan still held a firm grasp of the Water Mist Sect was because of Grand Elder Mist and their secluded ancestors. In normal day to day affairs, they were already no match for the Sect Master and her faction.
Dyon couldn't be bothered to care. With a flick of his wrist, his glaive shot up from the dark waters below. If one didn't know better, they would think he was wielding a normally sized glaive instead of one that was already ten kilometers long.
Anak's unconscious body lay on the end of his blade, seemingly lifeless. He really had put his everything into his final strike, all for him to fail in the end.
In truth, Dyon wanted nothing more than to kill him. Even if he couldn't kill him, he would have wanted to at least turn him into a slave. But, he knew that was impossible.
The only reason Dyon could easily enslave characters like Yandevere and the kitsune geniuses was because their Clans were weak.
For the kitsune, this was obvious. They were from a mere 30th ranked quadrant despite being supreme grade beasts – they had simply declined too much.
As for Yandevere, this was less obvious considering she was from the 4th ranked quadrant, but it was important to separate the strength of the Golden Crow Sect and the Flaming Lily Sect. Alone, the Flaming Lily Sect was even weaker than the Kitsune Clan, especially considering the traitors that were likely in their midst.
The geniuses of powerful Clans all not only had Presence protecting treasures, they also had various life saving treasures. The best clans were able to provide Soul Treasures that were bound to newborn geniuses the moment their talents were confirmed. These sorts of treasures were of unimaginable value and were all heirlooms handed down through the generations.
If Dyon tried to enslave someone with too powerful a background, it would backfire in ways he wasn't fit deal with. So, while he could slowly infiltrate Clans and Sects ranked below 20 or so with this method, it was impossible to do the same for higher level Clans…
However, that didn't mean Dyon wouldn't make Anak pay a severe price even without the ability to enslave or kill him.
"COME!" Dyon's voice made the space around him tremble under its might.
Like a meteor, a streaking golden glaive five meters long careened toward Dyon. It didn't seem to remember it had another owner at all as it allowed Dyon to grasp it.
With a mere thought, Anak's connection to it shattered, causing his unconscious body to leak blood from his lips.
The gray glaive polearm seemed to extended indefinitely. True Weapon's Will was something that was unapproachable for many. Even Anak who had finally comprehended a half-step dao was far from reaching this level as most wouldn't even sniff its barrier until entering the dao realm of comprehension. However, this was something Dyon had accomplished 6 years ago by now. The True Weapon Will of the glaive was this very extending ability. Using concepts of momentum and resonance much like the other true weapon wills, the glaive was able to extend and shorten at will while conserving its striking power to perfection. Anak never managed to enter Dyon's attack range. Before he could, Dyon took out his own glaive forged with dwarf's diamond. With a mere thought, the glaive shot outward, piercing through Anak's c.h.e.s.t and causing him to fly backward. By the time the dao experts got within range, all that could greet them was a devastating scene. Chrystanthemum, who had fallen onto the ocean's surface, was pushed by the wave Anak's massive body created, leaving a trail of blood and severed organs. On the opposite side, Anabella left a similarly gory scene, the only difference being that it originated from her leg. Finally, there was Anak who's body was already gone from sight. The only evidence that he had been here was the still extending grey polearm attached to his c.h.e.s.t. In what amounted to no more than a few seconds, three powerful celestial geniuses had been forced into such a sorry state. Second Elder Mist trembled with rage, immediately sending out their Clan's Minor Elder to help her family's two geniuses. "Stop!" The elder's eyes reddened with rage, raising her hand to attack. But, would First Elder Viola allow such a thing? Elder Mist suddenly felt a hand grip her wrist. "This is very clearly a matter for the younger generation to handle. When did it become your turn to interfere?" "You" It was because of Viola's interference that Second Elder Mist hadn't been able to send their Clan's Minor Elder here to ensure this plan didn't fail in the first place. By the time she managed to wiggle her way out of this interference, who could have known that she was come to see such a scene? To make matters worse, Viola had shamelessly followed her here. There were very clear distinctions between their ranks as well. While they were both middle dao experts, Second Elder Mist could only barely be considered so while Viola had firmly established herself, it was clear who would come out on top in a fight. In truth, the only reason the Mist Clan still held a firm grasp of the Water Mist Sect was because of Grand Elder Mist and their secluded ancestors. In normal day to day affairs, they were already no match for the Sect Master and her faction. Dyon couldn't be bothered to care. With a flick of his wrist, his glaive shot up from the dark waters below. If one didn't know better, they would think he was wielding a normally sized glaive instead of one that was already ten kilometers long. Anak's unconscious body lay on the end of his blade, seemingly lifeless. He really had put his everything into his final strike, all for him to fail in the end. In truth, Dyon wanted nothing more than to kill him. Even if he couldn't kill him, he would have wanted to at least turn him into a slave. But, he knew that was impossible. The only reason Dyon could easily enslave characters like Yandevere and the kitsune geniuses was because their Clans were weak. For the kitsune, this was obvious. They were from a mere 30th ranked quadrant despite being supreme grade beasts they had simply declined too much. As for Yandevere, this was less obvious considering she was from the 4th ranked quadrant, but it was important to separate the strength of the Golden Crow Sect and the Flaming Lily Sect. Alone, the Flaming Lily Sect was even weaker than the Kitsune Clan, especially considering the traitors that were likely in their midst. The geniuses of powerful Clans all not only had Presence protecting treasures, they also had various life saving treasures. The best clans were able to provide Soul Treasures that were bound to newborn geniuses the moment their talents were confirmed. These sorts of treasures were of unimaginable value and were all heirlooms handed down through the generations. If Dyon tried to enslave someone with too powerful a background, it would backfire in ways he wasn't fit deal with. So, while he could slowly infiltrate Clans and Sects ranked below 20 or so with this method, it was impossible to do the same for higher level Clans However, that didn't mean Dyon wouldn't make Anak pay a severe price even without the ability to enslave or kill him. "COME!" Dyon's voice made the space around him tremble under its might. Like a meteor, a streaking golden glaive five meters long careened toward Dyon. It didn't seem to remember it had another owner at all as it allowed Dyon to grasp it. With a mere thought, Anak's connection to it shattered, causing his unconscious body to leak blood from his lips.
