Chapter 2082: 2082
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A lion's roar filled the skies as Eight's body began to explosively change.
His red mane-like beard burst forth with a fiercer light, his already tall body became even more so, reaching five meters in height, and his eyes turned a bloody red, piercing through the skies with Dyon as his only goal.
In the distance, Kaori felt his heart tremble.
Eight was too enraged to see it, but he saw it very clearly. In just a few words, this masked man had easily probed the situation and grasped Eight's weakness. Kaori felt that the moment this man mentioned the Sacharro Clan, he had already won. All of Kaori's plans to remain cautious had so suddenly been thrown out the window.
Seeing the massive lion humanoid charging for him, Dyon casually took another sip of soup, an endlessly satisfied expression blooming from his face.
"What carefully, little disciple." Dyon said with a grin. "Soul cultivators aren't meant to be trifled with."
This time, Brahman couldn't find it within himself to look upon Dyon with disdain. His gaze couldn't help but shift toward Saru. Why had she been so confident from beginning to end? Was she faking it? Or did she really already know that this would happen?
Dyon suddenly disappeared from his place in the sky, leaving the massive bowl of soup on a defensive array platform. But, if one looked closely, every so often, a spoonful would disappear, teleporting across several kilometers and into his mouth.
Though Brahman felt tempted to have a taste, Saru's sweet smile turned into a glare he didn't dare to go up against. A cold shiver crept up his spine.
'She's only a saint, why is her gaze so deadly…' He mumbled to himself.
Suddenly, an explosion shook him awake from his thoughts. The scene before him was simply too shocking.
Just moments ago, a sheet of black flames that looked more solid than a plate of steel abruptly appeared before the charging Eight. It happened so quickly that he didn't even get a chance to slow himself down before he crashed headlong into it.
'He didn't have to use his body as a medium for his will?!'
Those who understood the significance of this felt their hearts tremble. To be able to activate one's will anywhere and without restriction like this… The flexibility you gained in battle was inconceivable!
Dyon uproarious laughter filled the Gate.
"Lesson one! Soul cultivators can use their divine sense as a medium to activate their wills!"
Eight was broken and haggard in an instant. The solidification characteristic of Dyon's flames was potent enough, but the sheer chaotic violence and heat of them was another matter entirely. Eight didn't feel like he ran into a brick wall, he felt like he had slammed into a sheet of radioactive waste, his body was being destroyed from the outside in.
Dyon's body began to flicker around madly. The fierce lion-like gaze of Eight attempted to keep track of him, but he was simply moving too fast. Now that Little Yang had also awakened his battle bloodline, Dyon had not only gained the spatial comprehension of the twins, but he had also finally gained the second affinity of the celestial hamster as well… time will!
Back then, Dyon's cultivation had been sealed and he had the body of a mere saint. If the price was so high for him, one could imagine what the price would be for a dao formation expert like Eight.
However, Dyon had no intention of using his time will like this. Instead, he made use of it to make his soul strength amplify to an ungodly level.
Decades ago, he created his [Split Minds Technique]. It allowed him to create arrays at speeds others couldn't imagine.
Today, in his very own self-created technique, he reached the One with Self realm, perfectly fusing it with time will and making it near infallible.
Right now, there was no one on the Mortal Plane who could form arrays as quickly as Dyon could.
"[Shrink]!"
Dyon spun Eight around in a circle, countless bloody spears shrunk to the form of needles pelting him continuously. With the power of [Carnage] shrunk to tenths of a centimeter, even if they didn't injure Eight, it felt as though every inch of his body was being pounded by a mallet.
The Shruti warriors felt numb. That was a Peak Dao Formation expert… Being toyed with as though he was a child!
The Crimson Legion was enraged and tried to go and save their Commander, only to find a curtain of bloodied spears blocking their way.
At that moment, the adorable little cauldron bobbed up and down as though to say: 'My turn, my turn!'
Dyon laughed, his soul qi wrapping around the cauldron and forcefully expanding it to several hundred meters in an instant.
"Lesson two! Always treat your pill cauldron well! They tend to have bad tempers!"
The weight of a thousand worlds crashed down from above. It felt as though the whole Gate trembled, being forcefully sealed under the might of the Battle Cauldron.
Eight felt his blood slow down to a crawl, his qi no longer moved to his will, he could only watch as a wall of black slammed down upon him, sending him body barreling through the air and through the ground below.
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A lion's roar filled the skies as Eight's body began to explosively change.
His red mane-like beard burst forth with a fiercer light, his already tall body became even more so, reaching five meters in height, and his eyes turned a bloody red, piercing through the skies with Dyon as his only goal.
In the distance, Kaori felt his heart tremble.
Eight was too enraged to see it, but he saw it very clearly. In just a few words, this masked man had easily probed the situation and grasped Eight's weakness. Kaori felt that the moment this man mentioned the Sacharro Clan, he had already won. All of Kaori's plans to remain cautious had so suddenly been thrown out the window.
Seeing the massive lion humanoid charging for him, Dyon casually took another sip of soup, an endlessly satisfied expression blooming from his face.
"What carefully, little disciple." Dyon said with a grin. "Soul cultivators aren't meant to be trifled with."
This time, Brahman couldn't find it within himself to look upon Dyon with disdain. His gaze couldn't help but shift toward Saru. Why had she been so confident from beginning to end? Was she faking it? Or did she really already know that this would happen?
Dyon suddenly disappeared from his place in the sky, leaving the massive bowl of soup on a defensive array platform. But, if one looked closely, every so often, a spoonful would disappear, teleporting across several kilometers and into his mouth.
Though Brahman felt tempted to have a taste, Saru's sweet smile turned into a glare he didn't dare to go up against. A cold shiver crept up his spine.
'She's only a saint, why is her gaze so deadly…' He mumbled to himself.
Suddenly, an explosion shook him awake from his thoughts. The scene before him was simply too shocking.
Just moments ago, a sheet of black flames that looked more solid than a plate of steel abruptly appeared before the charging Eight. It happened so quickly that he didn't even get a chance to slow himself down before he crashed headlong into it.
'He didn't have to use his body as a medium for his will?!'
Those who understood the significance of this felt their hearts tremble. To be able to activate one's will anywhere and without restriction like this… The flexibility you gained in battle was inconceivable!
Dyon uproarious laughter filled the Gate.
"Lesson one! Soul cultivators can use their divine sense as a medium to activate their wills!"
Eight was broken and haggard in an instant. The solidification characteristic of Dyon's flames was potent enough, but the sheer chaotic violence and heat of them was another matter entirely. Eight didn't feel like he ran into a brick wall, he felt like he had slammed into a sheet of radioactive waste, his body was being destroyed from the outside in.
Dyon's body began to flicker around madly. The fierce lion-like gaze of Eight attempted to keep track of him, but he was simply moving too fast. Now that Little Yang had also awakened his battle bloodline, Dyon had not only gained the spatial comprehension of the twins, but he had also finally gained the second affinity of the celestial hamster as well… time will!
Back then, Dyon's cultivation had been sealed and he had the body of a mere saint. If the price was so high for him, one could imagine what the price would be for a dao formation expert like Eight.
However, Dyon had no intention of using his time will like this. Instead, he made use of it to make his soul strength amplify to an ungodly level.
Decades ago, he created his [Split Minds Technique]. It allowed him to create arrays at speeds others couldn't imagine.
Today, in his very own self-created technique, he reached the One with Self realm, perfectly fusing it with time will and making it near infallible.
Right now, there was no one on the Mortal Plane who could form arrays as quickly as Dyon could.
"[Shrink]!"
Dyon spun Eight around in a circle, countless bloody spears shrunk to the form of needles pelting him continuously. With the power of [Carnage] shrunk to tenths of a centimeter, even if they didn't injure Eight, it felt as though every inch of his body was being pounded by a mallet.
The Shruti warriors felt numb. That was a Peak Dao Formation expert… Being toyed with as though he was a child!
The Crimson Legion was enraged and tried to go and save their Commander, only to find a curtain of bloodied spears blocking their way.
At that moment, the adorable little cauldron bobbed up and down as though to say: 'My turn, my turn!'
Dyon laughed, his soul qi wrapping around the cauldron and forcefully expanding it to several hundred meters in an instant.
"Lesson two! Always treat your pill cauldron well! They tend to have bad tempers!"
The weight of a thousand worlds crashed down from above. It felt as though the whole Gate trembled, being forcefully sealed under the might of the Battle Cauldron.
Eight felt his blood slow down to a crawl, his qi no longer moved to his will, he could only watch as a wall of black slammed down upon him, sending him body barreling through the air and through the ground below.
A lion's roar filled the skies as Eight's body began to explosively change. His red mane-like beard burst forth with a fiercer light, his already tall body became even more so, reaching five meters in height, and his eyes turned a bloody red, piercing through the skies with Dyon as his only goal. In the distance, Kaori felt his heart tremble. Eight was too enraged to see it, but he saw it very clearly. In just a few words, this masked man had easily probed the situation and grasped Eight's weakness. Kaori felt that the moment this man mentioned the Sacharro Clan, he had already won. All of Kaori's plans to remain cautious had so suddenly been thrown out the window. Seeing the massive lion humanoid charging for him, Dyon casually took another sip of soup, an endlessly satisfied expression blooming from his face. "What carefully, little disciple." Dyon said with a grin. "Soul cultivators aren't meant to be trifled with." This time, Brahman couldn't find it within himself to look upon Dyon with disdain. His gaze couldn't help but shift toward Saru. Why had she been so confident from beginning to end? Was she faking it? Or did she really already know that this would happen? Dyon suddenly disappeared from his place in the sky, leaving the massive bowl of soup on a defensive array platform. But, if one looked closely, every so often, a spoonful would disappear, teleporting across several kilometers and into his mouth. Though Brahman felt tempted to have a taste, Saru's sweet smile turned into a glare he didn't dare to go up against. A cold shiver crept up his spine. 'She's only a saint, why is her gaze so deadly' He mumbled to himself. Suddenly, an explosion shook him awake from his thoughts. The scene before him was simply too shocking. Just moments ago, a sheet of black flames that looked more solid than a plate of steel abruptly appeared before the charging Eight. It happened so quickly that he didn't even get a chance to slow himself down before he crashed headlong into it. 'He didn't have to use his body as a medium for his will?!' Those who understood the significance of this felt their hearts tremble. To be able to activate one's will anywhere and without restriction like this The flexibility you gained in battle was inconceivable! Dyon uproarious laughter filled the Gate. "Lesson one! Soul cultivators can use their divine sense as a medium to activate their wills!" Eight was broken and haggard in an instant. The solidification characteristic of Dyon's flames was potent enough, but the sheer chaotic violence and heat of them was another matter entirely. Eight didn't feel like he ran into a brick wall, he felt like he had slammed into a sheet of radioactive waste, his body was being destroyed from the outside in. Dyon's body began to flicker around madly. The fierce lion-like gaze of Eight attempted to keep track of him, but he was simply moving too fast. Now that Little Yang had also awakened his battle bloodline, Dyon had not only gained the spatial comprehension of the twins, but he had also finally gained the second affinity of the celestial hamster as well time will! Back then, Dyon's cultivation had been sealed and he had the body of a mere saint. If the price was so high for him, one could imagine what the price would be for a dao formation expert like Eight. However, Dyon had no intention of using his time will like this. Instead, he made use of it to make his soul strength amplify to an ungodly level. Decades ago, he created his Split Minds Technique. It allowed him to create arrays at speeds others couldn't imagine. Today, in his very own self-created technique, he reached the One with Self realm, perfectly fusing it with time will and making it near infallible. Right now, there was no one on the Mortal Plane who could form arrays as quickly as Dyon could. "Shrink!" Dyon spun Eight around in a circle, countless bloody spears shrunk to the form of needles pelting him continuously. With the power of Carnage shrunk to tenths of a centimeter, even if they didn't injure Eight, it felt as though every inch of his body was being pounded by a mallet. The Shruti warriors felt numb. That was a Peak Dao Formation expert Being toyed with as though he was a child! The Crimson Legion was enraged and tried to go and save their Commander, only to find a curtain of bloodied spears blocking their way. At that moment, the adorable little cauldron bobbed up and down as though to say: 'My turn, my turn!' Dyon laughed, his soul qi wrapping around the cauldron and forcefully expanding it to several hundred meters in an instant. "Lesson two! Always treat your pill cauldron well! They tend to have bad tempers!" The weight of a thousand worlds crashed down from above. It felt as though the whole Gate trembled, being forcefully sealed under the might of the Battle Cauldron. Eight felt his blood slow down to a crawl, his qi no longer moved to his will, he could only watch as a wall of black slammed down upon him, sending him body barreling through the air and through the ground below.
