Chapter 1989: Calmness
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Chapter 1989 Calmness
There were many familiar faces at the Nephilim Gathering. Obviously, this wasn't just limited to Aritzia and Madeleine's parents, but also the dragons that didn't appear for the exchange program headed by the Sprite Alliance.
Of course, among these dragons, there was not only Titus who had mysteriously disappeared for so long after Dyon killed him on the celestial floors, but there was also Damaris who still took Dyon as her rival.
"This is the young man our Crystal Dragon Clan formed a sort of alliance with? His pills have been quite useful to our development." You'll discover the inception of this content at n0v@lbin★
A deep resounding voice responded to Damaris' half rant. If one looked over, one would find what could only be described as the pinnacle of masculinity. Dyon might be handsome, but his features were still quite delicate. However, not only was this man handsome, he exuded a manly aura that was domineering without even the attempt to be.
Judging by his almost gem-like hair, shimmering in deep violets and blues, he was most definitely a member of the Crystal Dragon Clan. Not only this... But he was the father of Damaris and Giralda... Bane Agios!
Damaris gritted her teeth. "Yes, that's him."
Bane chuckled. "I thought you said you wanted to be his beast partner? Why are you suddenly so angry?"
"He actually cheated on me!" Damaris said in exasperation.
"Cheated?" Bane's expression turned cold. Did his daughter and this man have this sort of relationship? Judging by the women by his side, not to mention the fact the holy daughter of the Sapientia actually expressed love for him in her dying breaths, how could he accept such a thing?
However, hearing his daughter's next words, he almost had the impulse to give her a knock on the head.
"... That's exactly right." Dyon finished his words.
Dyon could have explained that he only killed the genius Ancestor because he had ill intentions toward his daughter. He could have also explained the long-standing grudge he had with Aritzia and how close she was to killing him and those he cared for...
However, what Dyon despised the most was having to explain himself. If they wanted to be enraged, they could be enraged. While they continued to rage, he would continue to be unreasonable.
"On this day... I really want to see if you can walk out of here alive." Ancestor Scholar said slowly.
In response to these words, Dyon's palm casually swatted outward.
In the next moment, the sound of a resounding slap reverberated through the quiet coliseum.
For those instances of time... There could only be silence.
"Your calmness is annoying." Dyon grabbed his own wrist, leisurely massaging and stretching it. "If you're angry, display anger. Feigning an otherworldly aura only makes those who stand above you see a jumping clown."
Ancestor Scholar's face had yet to recover. In fact, his head was still tilted off to the side. The slap had come so suddenly that he wasn't even able to react.
The biggest issue was that Dyon had moved nothing but his arm, he hadn't even sensed any qi fluctuations. From start to end, Ancestor Scholar had been maintaining a safe distance from Dyon, keeping his guard up. If the three Ancestors didn't have such reservations about Dyon, could matters have continued up to this point without them truly retaliating?
Yet, the sound of this slap was far too resounding.
'He... He folded space. But how is that possible?!'
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Chapter 1989 Calmness
There were many familiar faces at the Nephilim Gathering. Obviously, this wasn't just limited to Aritzia and Madeleine's parents, but also the dragons that didn't appear for the exchange program headed by the Sprite Alliance.
Of course, among these dragons, there was not only Titus who had mysteriously disappeared for so long after Dyon killed him on the celestial floors, but there was also Damaris who still took Dyon as her rival.
"This is the young man our Crystal Dragon Clan formed a sort of alliance with? His pills have been quite useful to our development." You'll discover the inception of this content at n0v@lbin★
A deep resounding voice responded to Damaris' half rant. If one looked over, one would find what could only be described as the pinnacle of masculinity. Dyon might be handsome, but his features were still quite delicate. However, not only was this man handsome, he exuded a manly aura that was domineering without even the attempt to be.
Judging by his almost gem-like hair, shimmering in deep violets and blues, he was most definitely a member of the Crystal Dragon Clan. Not only this... But he was the father of Damaris and Giralda... Bane Agios!
Damaris gritted her teeth. "Yes, that's him."
Bane chuckled. "I thought you said you wanted to be his beast partner? Why are you suddenly so angry?"
"He actually cheated on me!" Damaris said in exasperation.
"Cheated?" Bane's expression turned cold. Did his daughter and this man have this sort of relationship? Judging by the women by his side, not to mention the fact the holy daughter of the Sapientia actually expressed love for him in her dying breaths, how could he accept such a thing?
However, hearing his daughter's next words, he almost had the impulse to give her a knock on the head.
"... That's exactly right." Dyon finished his words.
Dyon could have explained that he only killed the genius Ancestor because he had ill intentions toward his daughter. He could have also explained the long-standing grudge he had with Aritzia and how close she was to killing him and those he cared for...
However, what Dyon despised the most was having to explain himself. If they wanted to be enraged, they could be enraged. While they continued to rage, he would continue to be unreasonable.
"On this day... I really want to see if you can walk out of here alive." Ancestor Scholar said slowly.
In response to these words, Dyon's palm casually swatted outward.
In the next moment, the sound of a resounding slap reverberated through the quiet coliseum.
For those instances of time... There could only be silence.
"Your calmness is annoying." Dyon grabbed his own wrist, leisurely massaging and stretching it. "If you're angry, display anger. Feigning an otherworldly aura only makes those who stand above you see a jumping clown."
Ancestor Scholar's face had yet to recover. In fact, his head was still tilted off to the side. The slap had come so suddenly that he wasn't even able to react.
The biggest issue was that Dyon had moved nothing but his arm, he hadn't even sensed any qi fluctuations. From start to end, Ancestor Scholar had been maintaining a safe distance from Dyon, keeping his guard up. If the three Ancestors didn't have such reservations about Dyon, could matters have continued up to this point without them truly retaliating?
Yet, the sound of this slap was far too resounding.
'He... He folded space. But how is that possible?!'
Chapter 1989 Calmness There were many familiar faces at the Nephilim Gathering. Obviously, this wasn't just limited to Aritzia and Madeleine's parents, but also the dragons that didn't appear for the exchange program headed by the Sprite Alliance. Of course, among these dragons, there was not only Titus who had mysteriously disappeared for so long after Dyon killed him on the celestial floors, but there was also Damaris who still took Dyon as her rival. "This is the young man our Crystal Dragon Clan formed a sort of alliance with? His pills have been quite useful to our development." You'll discover the inception of this content at n0v@lbinA deep resounding voice responded to Damaris' half rant. If one looked over, one would find what could only be described as the pinnacle of masculinity. Dyon might be handsome, but his features were still quite delicate. However, not only was this man handsome, he exuded a manly aura that was domineering without even the attempt to be. Judging by his almost gem-like hair, shimmering in deep violets and blues, he was most definitely a member of the Crystal Dragon Clan. Not only this... But he was the father of Damaris and Giralda... Bane Agios! Damaris gritted her teeth. "Yes, that's him." Bane chuckled. "I thought you said you wanted to be his beast partner? Why are you suddenly so angry?" "He actually cheated on me!" Damaris said in exasperation. "Cheated?" Bane's expression turned cold. Did his daughter and this man have this sort of relationship? Judging by the women by his side, not to mention the fact the holy daughter of the Sapientia actually expressed love for him in her dying breaths, how could he accept such a thing? However, hearing his daughter's next words, he almost had the impulse to give her a knock on the head. "... That's exactly right." Dyon finished his words. Dyon could have explained that he only killed the genius Ancestor because he had ill intentions toward his daughter. He could have also explained the long-standing grudge he had with Aritzia and how close she was to killing him and those he cared for... However, what Dyon despised the most was having to explain himself. If they wanted to be enraged, they could be enraged. While they continued to rage, he would continue to be unreasonable. "On this day... I really want to see if you can walk out of here alive." Ancestor Scholar said slowly. In response to these words, Dyon's palm casually swatted outward. In the next moment, the sound of a resounding slap reverberated through the quiet coliseum. For those instances of time... There could only be silence. "Your calmness is annoying." Dyon grabbed his own wrist, leisurely massaging and stretching it. "If you're angry, display anger. Feigning an otherworldly aura only makes those who stand above you see a jumping clown." Ancestor Scholar's face had yet to recover. In fact, his head was still tilted off to the side. The slap had come so suddenly that he wasn't even able to react. The biggest issue was that Dyon had moved nothing but his arm, he hadn't even sensed any qi fluctuations. From start to end, Ancestor Scholar had been maintaining a safe distance from Dyon, keeping his guard up. If the three Ancestors didn't have such reservations about Dyon, could matters have continued up to this point without them truly retaliating? Yet, the sound of this slap was far too resounding. 'He... He folded space. But how is that possible?!'
