Chapter 1990: Inept?
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Chapter 1990 Inept?
Ancestor Scholar was still an intelligent man. A few seconds to him was the equivalent of a mortal pondering a single problem for days, even weeks. After they ticked by, how could he not understand what happened?
In that moment, the words Dyon's spoke earlier resounded in his mind... Hadn't he said that his Sacharro Clan wasn't bound by the rules of the scroll? Could it be he really wasn't lying?
Ancestor Scholar was certain that if it wasn't for the scroll, he would have been able to sense and dodge this attack. However, what he wasn't certain of was whether or not Dyon held back because he knew he didn't have to go any harder to succeed. If that was the case, who knew if he could dodge Dyon's full fledged attempt whether they were here or elsewhere? You'll discover the inception of this content at n0v@lbin★
"The Sapientia have always been a thorn at my side. Your existence annoys me.
"I'm not a fan of explaining myself, so you can consider your two geniuses to be two corpses who died unreconciled deaths.
"However, for the sake of the masses, I will say one thing. I am not some from some hidden clan biding their time for the sake of rising up for the Ancient Battlefield's descent. As for proof... Do I really need any more than this?"
In a flash, a golden token appeared in Dyon's hand. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to tell just how heavy an object was from so far away, but this time, things were different. One could even see the space crumbling around the token, shattering and reforming with every passing moment.
Seeing this token, Ancestor Scholar's mind was sent into turmoil, his expression finally changing drastically.
"Oh. It seems like you recognize this small token of mine... I'm glad to see that my Celestial Deer Sect hasn't been forgotten."
"However, what I do have to say is that interfering with my matters wasn't in your best interest. Since the Nephilim Alliance dared to attack to kill my daughter, you can forget about receiving my support. Since the Sapientia have crossed my bottom-line time and time again, you can forget about benefitting from my skills.
"Today, I'll be announcing that not only has the Celestial Deer Sect returned under the banner of my Sacharro Clan, but we have also allied with Nightmare Palace Master Ravana and the Devil Quadrants.
"And as for those that don't like my decisions..."
Dyon casually strolled into the air, appearing above the coliseum and standing even higher than Heaven's Scroll.
"... I guess I'll just have to show you all that the Celestial Deer Sect isn't as combat inept as it was in the past."
Dyon stood over the coliseum, over the nine Dragon Pillars, over the Heaven's Scroll. The momentum of his gaze, the arrogance of his disposition, the callousness of his disdain... They all seemed palpable, weighing the air with a somber emotion that pressed on the hearts of those below.
In truth, Dyon himself had no idea how high his strength reached currently. However, there was a second thing he had always loved aside from array alchemy. From the very first moment he touched his foot on the battlefield, he had uncontrollably grinned. A deep will for slaughter lay dormant in his heart.
No... It wasn't a bloodthirst. He had come to understand more about himself, enough to comprehend exactly who he, Dyon Sacharro, was.
His love of the battlefield had nothing to do with relishing in the deaths of his enemies. He was completely different from the so-called War God turned Battle God of the past.
While the latter avoided responsibility for the weight of War, preferring to cling onto the selfish ideal of battle, Dyon wasn't like this. He didn't shy away from the responsibility. In fact, he relished in it. He relished in the feeling of taking control of a battlefield many could only be worth specks of dust within.
With a wave of his hand, he could change the tides of war. Even if he was facing countless powerful enemies, as long as he stood against them, failure was mere a thing of imagination.
"Come!"
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Chapter 1990 Inept?
Ancestor Scholar was still an intelligent man. A few seconds to him was the equivalent of a mortal pondering a single problem for days, even weeks. After they ticked by, how could he not understand what happened?
In that moment, the words Dyon's spoke earlier resounded in his mind... Hadn't he said that his Sacharro Clan wasn't bound by the rules of the scroll? Could it be he really wasn't lying?
Ancestor Scholar was certain that if it wasn't for the scroll, he would have been able to sense and dodge this attack. However, what he wasn't certain of was whether or not Dyon held back because he knew he didn't have to go any harder to succeed. If that was the case, who knew if he could dodge Dyon's full fledged attempt whether they were here or elsewhere? You'll discover the inception of this content at n0v@lbin★
"The Sapientia have always been a thorn at my side. Your existence annoys me.
"I'm not a fan of explaining myself, so you can consider your two geniuses to be two corpses who died unreconciled deaths.
"However, for the sake of the masses, I will say one thing. I am not some from some hidden clan biding their time for the sake of rising up for the Ancient Battlefield's descent. As for proof... Do I really need any more than this?"
In a flash, a golden token appeared in Dyon's hand. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to tell just how heavy an object was from so far away, but this time, things were different. One could even see the space crumbling around the token, shattering and reforming with every passing moment.
Seeing this token, Ancestor Scholar's mind was sent into turmoil, his expression finally changing drastically.
"Oh. It seems like you recognize this small token of mine... I'm glad to see that my Celestial Deer Sect hasn't been forgotten."
"However, what I do have to say is that interfering with my matters wasn't in your best interest. Since the Nephilim Alliance dared to attack to kill my daughter, you can forget about receiving my support. Since the Sapientia have crossed my bottom-line time and time again, you can forget about benefitting from my skills.
"Today, I'll be announcing that not only has the Celestial Deer Sect returned under the banner of my Sacharro Clan, but we have also allied with Nightmare Palace Master Ravana and the Devil Quadrants.
"And as for those that don't like my decisions..."
Dyon casually strolled into the air, appearing above the coliseum and standing even higher than Heaven's Scroll.
"... I guess I'll just have to show you all that the Celestial Deer Sect isn't as combat inept as it was in the past."
Dyon stood over the coliseum, over the nine Dragon Pillars, over the Heaven's Scroll. The momentum of his gaze, the arrogance of his disposition, the callousness of his disdain... They all seemed palpable, weighing the air with a somber emotion that pressed on the hearts of those below.
In truth, Dyon himself had no idea how high his strength reached currently. However, there was a second thing he had always loved aside from array alchemy. From the very first moment he touched his foot on the battlefield, he had uncontrollably grinned. A deep will for slaughter lay dormant in his heart.
No... It wasn't a bloodthirst. He had come to understand more about himself, enough to comprehend exactly who he, Dyon Sacharro, was.
His love of the battlefield had nothing to do with relishing in the deaths of his enemies. He was completely different from the so-called War God turned Battle God of the past.
While the latter avoided responsibility for the weight of War, preferring to cling onto the selfish ideal of battle, Dyon wasn't like this. He didn't shy away from the responsibility. In fact, he relished in it. He relished in the feeling of taking control of a battlefield many could only be worth specks of dust within.
With a wave of his hand, he could change the tides of war. Even if he was facing countless powerful enemies, as long as he stood against them, failure was mere a thing of imagination.
"Come!"
Chapter 1990 Inept? Ancestor Scholar was still an intelligent man. A few seconds to him was the equivalent of a mortal pondering a single problem for days, even weeks. After they ticked by, how could he not understand what happened? In that moment, the words Dyon's spoke earlier resounded in his mind... Hadn't he said that his Sacharro Clan wasn't bound by the rules of the scroll? Could it be he really wasn't lying? Ancestor Scholar was certain that if it wasn't for the scroll, he would have been able to sense and dodge this attack. However, what he wasn't certain of was whether or not Dyon held back because he knew he didn't have to go any harder to succeed. If that was the case, who knew if he could dodge Dyon's full fledged attempt whether they were here or elsewhere? You'll discover the inception of this content at n0v@lbin"The Sapientia have always been a thorn at my side. Your existence annoys me. "I'm not a fan of explaining myself, so you can consider your two geniuses to be two corpses who died unreconciled deaths. "However, for the sake of the masses, I will say one thing. I am not some from some hidden clan biding their time for the sake of rising up for the Ancient Battlefield's descent. As for proof... Do I really need any more than this?" In a flash, a golden token appeared in Dyon's hand. Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to tell just how heavy an object was from so far away, but this time, things were different. One could even see the space crumbling around the token, shattering and reforming with every passing moment. Seeing this token, Ancestor Scholar's mind was sent into turmoil, his expression finally changing drastically. "Oh. It seems like you recognize this small token of mine... I'm glad to see that my Celestial Deer Sect hasn't been forgotten." "However, what I do have to say is that interfering with my matters wasn't in your best interest. Since the Nephilim Alliance dared to attack to kill my daughter, you can forget about receiving my support. Since the Sapientia have crossed my bottom-line time and time again, you can forget about benefitting from my skills. "Today, I'll be announcing that not only has the Celestial Deer Sect returned under the banner of my Sacharro Clan, but we have also allied with Nightmare Palace Master Ravana and the Devil Quadrants. "And as for those that don't like my decisions..." Dyon casually strolled into the air, appearing above the coliseum and standing even higher than Heaven's Scroll. "... I guess I'll just have to show you all that the Celestial Deer Sect isn't as combat inept as it was in the past." Dyon stood over the coliseum, over the nine Dragon Pillars, over the Heaven's Scroll. The momentum of his gaze, the arrogance of his disposition, the callousness of his disdain... They all seemed palpable, weighing the air with a somber emotion that pressed on the hearts of those below. In truth, Dyon himself had no idea how high his strength reached currently. However, there was a second thing he had always loved aside from array alchemy. From the very first moment he touched his foot on the battlefield, he had uncontrollably grinned. A deep will for slaughter lay dormant in his heart. No... It wasn't a bloodthirst. He had come to understand more about himself, enough to comprehend exactly who he, Dyon Sacharro, was. His love of the battlefield had nothing to do with relishing in the deaths of his enemies. He was completely different from the so-called War God turned Battle God of the past. While the latter avoided responsibility for the weight of War, preferring to cling onto the selfish ideal of battle, Dyon wasn't like this. He didn't shy away from the responsibility. In fact, he relished in it. He relished in the feeling of taking control of a battlefield many could only be worth specks of dust within. With a wave of his hand, he could change the tides of war. Even if he was facing countless powerful enemies, as long as he stood against them, failure was mere a thing of imagination. "Come!"
