Chapter 1691: 1691
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Dyon didn't bother with the matters of the Star Force any longer. He immediately cut across several silver danger zones, utilizing his teleportation arrays to make haste toward the Heavenly Sword Guild.
At this moment, the Heavenly Sword Guild was being led by a figure Dyon would recognize all too well: Diasho Ken, the magic swordsman!
His sleek black hair followed behind him ethereally, floating like a dream. His features were the pinnacle of perfection, as though carved by holy light itself. His eyes were piercing, standing out amid with white garbs. However, his most striking feature were the two swords that floated behind him, one substantially longer than the other.
If one looked closely, it became obvious that his twin swords weren't being held up by any sort of energy. No, his sword were actually willingly following him, using their own spirit to follow their master!
This Magic Swordsman, Diasho Ken, went by another title. He was none other than the 27th ranked captain of the Heavenly Sword Guild and younger brother of True God Diasho.
To his back, he led five thousand warriors, even the weakest of whom were of the 6th Order. It was as though they had coordinated their actions with the Star Force, but this wasn't too surprising. After all, they were both half-sprite power centers.
Daisho Ken hadn't come alone. He brought along with his the 31st, 43rd, 47th, and 51st ranked captains. For the Heavenly Sword Guild to send 5 of their 112 captains, it could only be said that they were giving Dyon a tremendous amount of face!
The captains of the Heavenly Sword Guild were godly figures to the martial world. According to rumors, one wouldn't be allowed the title unless you were both a noble of the five blade families, and of the 7th order at a minimum!
Lower ranked clans could only dream of having so many talents, yet the Heavenly Sword Guild had 112 of them! This didn't even mention their 36 lieutenants, 4 generals, and their lofty commander, True God Diasho.
[Author's Note: I've been making a mistake in recent chapters. It's spelt Diasho, not Daisho.]
Ken's arrogance could be seen clearly in his sharp brows. True God Sacharro? He was nothing but another bug to be squashed beneath his feet. In this lifetime, the only man he would allow to stand above him was his elder brother! And, even in that case, no one knew who would become greater in the end. Cultivation through the dao realm was long and arduous, no one could say who would be the better man among the two of them in a hundred thousand years.
Lost in his own thoughts, Ken hardly cared for the so-called danger zone around him. It was nothing but a joke.
These lands were known as Howling Wind Valley. They were surrounded by tall, coal stained earthen walls that seemed to stretch to infinity. However, the so-called danger of this valley was precisely the howling wind.
This valley utilized the beauty of nature to create specific high pitched sounds. The wind here had the ability to perfectly resonate with anything it came in contact with!
One could imagine just how dangerous such a thing was. If wind could perfectly resonate with one's body, too much wind would result in one's body exploding!
However, this wasn't the most fearsome part of the valley. There were devastating ghost-type beasts who were completely immune to these howling winds. They would whittle down adventurers.
When one attempted to attack with their qi, the howling wind would resonate with their attacks and cause their qi to explode within their bodies! The number of geniuses who died under their own energy was too many to count.
The second was to simply have exceptional control over your energy. Using this method, one could either compress the barbaric additional energy that acc.u.mulated, or they could speed up their attacks enough such that the howling wind didn't have enough time to acc.u.mulate said energy.
These two methods were why this danger zone was exceptionally good for those who wanted to temper their bodies and improve the control they had over their energy.
What others didn't know was that there was a hidden third method… The so-called ghost-type beasts of this danger zone were actually just projections created by the tower to simulate the abilities of the sprite race! This meant one very obvious thing: Sprites were completely immune to the effects of this valley!
It was under these sorts of circ.u.mstances that Dyon appeared.
He stood calmly on the dark, coal colored ground of the howling wind valley. Though numerous ghost-type creatures attempted to spawn around him, some fire attributes, others water, and still others wind alone with various other elements, they were shattered one after another, unable to withstand Dyon's Presence.
When Dyon saw Diasho Ken's figure, he memories flashed back to their encounter in the Sapientia Quadrant. This man dared to question his relationship with Ri.
Back then, Dyon held himself back, partially because he wasn't a match for Diasho Ken back then, and partially because he knew being reckless in enemy territory was a bad idea.
But now, two things had changed.
Firstly, Diasho Ken was no longer too high of a wall for him to climb.
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Dyon didn't bother with the matters of the Star Force any longer. He immediately cut across several silver danger zones, utilizing his teleportation arrays to make haste toward the Heavenly Sword Guild.
At this moment, the Heavenly Sword Guild was being led by a figure Dyon would recognize all too well: Diasho Ken, the magic swordsman!
His sleek black hair followed behind him ethereally, floating like a dream. His features were the pinnacle of perfection, as though carved by holy light itself. His eyes were piercing, standing out amid with white garbs. However, his most striking feature were the two swords that floated behind him, one substantially longer than the other.
If one looked closely, it became obvious that his twin swords weren't being held up by any sort of energy. No, his sword were actually willingly following him, using their own spirit to follow their master!
This Magic Swordsman, Diasho Ken, went by another title. He was none other than the 27th ranked captain of the Heavenly Sword Guild and younger brother of True God Diasho.
To his back, he led five thousand warriors, even the weakest of whom were of the 6th Order. It was as though they had coordinated their actions with the Star Force, but this wasn't too surprising. After all, they were both half-sprite power centers.
Daisho Ken hadn't come alone. He brought along with his the 31st, 43rd, 47th, and 51st ranked captains. For the Heavenly Sword Guild to send 5 of their 112 captains, it could only be said that they were giving Dyon a tremendous amount of face!
The captains of the Heavenly Sword Guild were godly figures to the martial world. According to rumors, one wouldn't be allowed the title unless you were both a noble of the five blade families, and of the 7th order at a minimum!
Lower ranked clans could only dream of having so many talents, yet the Heavenly Sword Guild had 112 of them! This didn't even mention their 36 lieutenants, 4 generals, and their lofty commander, True God Diasho.
[Author's Note: I've been making a mistake in recent chapters. It's spelt Diasho, not Daisho.]
Ken's arrogance could be seen clearly in his sharp brows. True God Sacharro? He was nothing but another bug to be squashed beneath his feet. In this lifetime, the only man he would allow to stand above him was his elder brother! And, even in that case, no one knew who would become greater in the end. Cultivation through the dao realm was long and arduous, no one could say who would be the better man among the two of them in a hundred thousand years.
Lost in his own thoughts, Ken hardly cared for the so-called danger zone around him. It was nothing but a joke.
These lands were known as Howling Wind Valley. They were surrounded by tall, coal stained earthen walls that seemed to stretch to infinity. However, the so-called danger of this valley was precisely the howling wind.
This valley utilized the beauty of nature to create specific high pitched sounds. The wind here had the ability to perfectly resonate with anything it came in contact with!
One could imagine just how dangerous such a thing was. If wind could perfectly resonate with one's body, too much wind would result in one's body exploding!
However, this wasn't the most fearsome part of the valley. There were devastating ghost-type beasts who were completely immune to these howling winds. They would whittle down adventurers.
When one attempted to attack with their qi, the howling wind would resonate with their attacks and cause their qi to explode within their bodies! The number of geniuses who died under their own energy was too many to count.
The second was to simply have exceptional control over your energy. Using this method, one could either compress the barbaric additional energy that acc.u.mulated, or they could speed up their attacks enough such that the howling wind didn't have enough time to acc.u.mulate said energy.
These two methods were why this danger zone was exceptionally good for those who wanted to temper their bodies and improve the control they had over their energy.
What others didn't know was that there was a hidden third method… The so-called ghost-type beasts of this danger zone were actually just projections created by the tower to simulate the abilities of the sprite race! This meant one very obvious thing: Sprites were completely immune to the effects of this valley!
It was under these sorts of circ.u.mstances that Dyon appeared.
He stood calmly on the dark, coal colored ground of the howling wind valley. Though numerous ghost-type creatures attempted to spawn around him, some fire attributes, others water, and still others wind alone with various other elements, they were shattered one after another, unable to withstand Dyon's Presence.
When Dyon saw Diasho Ken's figure, he memories flashed back to their encounter in the Sapientia Quadrant. This man dared to question his relationship with Ri.
Back then, Dyon held himself back, partially because he wasn't a match for Diasho Ken back then, and partially because he knew being reckless in enemy territory was a bad idea.
But now, two things had changed.
Firstly, Diasho Ken was no longer too high of a wall for him to climb.
Dyon didn't bother with the matters of the Star Force any longer. He immediately cut across several silver danger zones, utilizing his teleportation arrays to make haste toward the Heavenly Sword Guild. At this moment, the Heavenly Sword Guild was being led by a figure Dyon would recognize all too well: Diasho Ken, the magic swordsman! His sleek black hair followed behind him ethereally, floating like a dream. His features were the pinnacle of perfection, as though carved by holy light itself. His eyes were piercing, standing out amid with white garbs. However, his most striking feature were the two swords that floated behind him, one substantially longer than the other. If one looked closely, it became obvious that his twin swords weren't being held up by any sort of energy. No, his sword were actually willingly following him, using their own spirit to follow their master! This Magic Swordsman, Diasho Ken, went by another title. He was none other than the 27th ranked captain of the Heavenly Sword Guild and younger brother of True God Diasho. To his back, he led five thousand warriors, even the weakest of whom were of the 6th Order. It was as though they had coordinated their actions with the Star Force, but this wasn't too surprising. After all, they were both half-sprite power centers. Daisho Ken hadn't come alone. He brought along with his the 31st, 43rd, 47th, and 51st ranked captains. For the Heavenly Sword Guild to send 5 of their 112 captains, it could only be said that they were giving Dyon a tremendous amount of face! The captains of the Heavenly Sword Guild were godly figures to the martial world. According to rumors, one wouldn't be allowed the title unless you were both a noble of the five blade families, and of the 7th order at a minimum! Lower ranked clans could only dream of having so many talents, yet the Heavenly Sword Guild had 112 of them! This didn't even mention their 36 lieutenants, 4 generals, and their lofty commander, True God Diasho. Author's Note: I've been making a mistake in recent chapters. It's spelt Diasho, not Daisho. Ken's arrogance could be seen clearly in his sharp brows. True God Sacharro? He was nothing but another bug to be squashed beneath his feet. In this lifetime, the only man he would allow to stand above him was his elder brother! And, even in that case, no one knew who would become greater in the end. Cultivation through the dao realm was long and arduous, no one could say who would be the better man among the two of them in a hundred thousand years. Lost in his own thoughts, Ken hardly cared for the so-called danger zone around him. It was nothing but a joke. These lands were known as Howling Wind Valley. They were surrounded by tall, coal stained earthen walls that seemed to stretch to infinity. However, the so-called danger of this valley was precisely the howling wind. This valley utilized the beauty of nature to create specific high pitched sounds. The wind here had the ability to perfectly resonate with anything it came in contact with! One could imagine just how dangerous such a thing was. If wind could perfectly resonate with one's body, too much wind would result in one's body exploding! However, this wasn't the most fearsome part of the valley. There were devastating ghost-type beasts who were completely immune to these howling winds. They would whittle down adventurers. When one attempted to attack with their qi, the howling wind would resonate with their attacks and cause their qi to explode within their bodies! The number of geniuses who died under their own energy was too many to count. The second was to simply have exceptional control over your energy. Using this method, one could either compress the barbaric additional energy that acc.u.mulated, or they could speed up their attacks enough such that the howling wind didn't have enough time to acc.u.mulate said energy. These two methods were why this danger zone was exceptionally good for those who wanted to temper their bodies and improve the control they had over their energy. What others didn't know was that there was a hidden third method The so-called ghost-type beasts of this danger zone were actually just projections created by the tower to simulate the abilities of the sprite race! This meant one very obvious thing: Sprites were completely immune to the effects of this valley! It was under these sorts of circ.u.mstances that Dyon appeared. He stood calmly on the dark, coal colored ground of the howling wind valley. Though numerous ghost-type creatures attempted to spawn around him, some fire attributes, others water, and still others wind alone with various other elements, they were shattered one after another, unable to withstand Dyon's Presence. When Dyon saw Diasho Ken's figure, he memories flashed back to their encounter in the Sapientia Quadrant. This man dared to question his relationship with Ri. Back then, Dyon held himself back, partially because he wasn't a match for Diasho Ken back then, and partially because he knew being reckless in enemy territory was a bad idea. But now, two things had changed. Firstly, Diasho Ken was no longer too high of a wall for him to climb.
