Chapter 1398 Three
Even Dyon understood just how indecisive these actions of his were. The longer he kept the three kistune geniuses, the less use they would have to his ultimate plan. How could their Clans place any trust in them after they spent so long in enemy hands? Only a fool would do so.
Now, Dyon had learned that the kitsune clan had closed off their borders. He understood that he had missed his opportunity and the pawns he cultivated had become useless.
Dyon wanted to grow as a leader, he wanted to stop making rash decisions and delicately plan out his next steps. He wanted to be capable of enduring when he should and moving forward only when he was 100% certain of success, but it just wasn't in his being to act this way.
Now, he faced the same crossroads he had faced many times before. To kill, or not to kill.
Seconds later, Clara and Ri who had been lagging behind caught up with Dyon. They thought something big had happened. Dyon all of a sudden stopped talking and laughing with them and disappeared. By the time they realized what was happening, he was already several thousand kilometers from them. Even with their cultivation, it took several minutes to catch up.
Anabella, Chrysanthemum and Anak had all been surprised by Dyon's sudden arrival, but when they saw Clara and Ri, their sinister intentions began to shine through.
"Comet Lord Gallagher." Anak spoke. "I'll give you one chance to turn away and leave this place. I'll pretend as though I never saw you. But, if you so choose to stay here, don't blame me for being impolite."
"Shut up you overgrown green giant." Clara snorted, turning her cold gaze away as though she couldn't be bothered to continue their conversation.
In truth, when Clara said green giant, she had been referring to a mortal world vegetable brand. Her meaning was that he was a greenhorn who didn't even understand that he was the one in danger now. But how could Anak know that? So, when he heard Clara call him a green giant, she assumed he was calling him a cuckold.
His features twisted with rage. "What did you say to me?!"
Clara's lip twitched with disdain. "Why did this green giant suddenly lose his temper? Definitely something only a green giant would do."
Clara didn't even realize just how much her words pissed Anak off.
All these months, Dyon had been titled the masked wife stealer. But, who else remembered better than Anak how that name came about? It was precisely because the masked man made both he and True God Sacharro cuckolds, practically all but stating that Madeleine was his, that the name came about.
However, before he could say any more, Dyon cut him off.
"I'll give you to the count of three. For every three seconds that pass without you three rolling out of my sight, another one of you will pay the cost of a limb."
Anabella's lazy expression suddenly woke up to these words.
"What did you say to us you delusion bastard?!" Chrysanthemum screeched. She could still remember how Dyon and Ri humiliated her before, how could she take these words lying down.
"One."
Anak's body trembled, an unbridled heat wafting off of him. Chrysanthemum could only leap from his shoulder, afraid that her dress and skin would burn away.
"I'll kill you!"
"Two."
Anak charged forward, the small wing tattoos on his back lighting up as his minor angel blood boiled.
"Three."
Dyon's eyes flashed with an enraged light. Shockingly, he didn't even bother with Anak who was charging right for him. Instead, his fingers pressed together, concentrating an unmatched sword qi.
With a thought, his wrist flicked forward. Even Anabella could only barely register what happened before a pained cry shook the darkened ocean.
Anak stopped in his tracks, his overgrown body shivering in terror as a bloody mark split across his cheek.
He looked back slowly toward his wife, an area that just so happened to be where the agonizing scream came from.
Chrysanthemum fainted from shock. Not only her arm, but even a large part of her shoulder fell, severed from her body. In fact, the sword qi had been so devastating that even a portion of her ribs and breast were cut in two. What remained of her lung practically spilled out from the wound.
Anak hadn't seen the attack. Anabella hadn't been able to react to the attack. And Chrysanthemum suffered greatly. Didn't that mean he could kill them all with a thought?
When a cultivator steps into the celestial realm, they become privy to unimaginable abilities. Matters related to Pseudo-Domains and proper use of Spiritual weapons were just the tip of the iceberg. Now that Dyon was a celestial, his wills had also undergone a qualitative change.
It was common knowledge that 1st through 3rd ranked intents were the staple of essence gatherers, 4th through 6th were meant to be mastered by saint, while 7th through 9th ranked intents were only meant to be wielded by celestials. In fact, these rules became such a profound and unbreakable truth that geniuses were often measured by just how early they mastered these intents. If one comprehended a 7th level intent at the saint realm, they were at least an Emperor at a minimum.
However, Dyon hadn't only just gained the innate boost of entering the celestial realm. His wills had also been perfectly fused with his presence. As things stood right now, his wills were no less powerful than daos formed from weaker paths!
"One." Dyon's count began again. He didn't even seem to care about just how traumatic his last attack was for his opponents.
"Two."
"Stop!" In the distance, Dyon could sense multiple figures rushing forward. In truth, he had sensed them long ago, after all, his divine sense had recovered to 500 000 km.
Dyon had expected it to take six months to heal his soul fully, but the timeframe was drastically smaller than he had anticipated. At first, he was confused. But, after sensing that The Seal seemed far easier for him to use after he sealed Yandevere, he suddenly understood.