Chapter 1508 No Idea
Under Dyon's rage, Caliope and Amelia took a step backward. They suddenly felt that their Mist Clan had just made a massive mistake, a mistake that was impossible to come back from.
"Come, quickly." Dyon's voice came out in a growl. He didn't even wait for the three disciples to respond. Since they were mortals now, how could they resist him sending them into his inner world? In the next moment, he swept Ri into his arms as Centauress shrunk from her massive size down.
Before Grand Elder Mist could react, he quickly drew a teleportation formation. In his rush, it would only send him a few thousand miles away. But, that would have to be enough for now. If he waited any longer and allowed her to recover, he would have no chance under the sealed space.
One might wonder why Dyon was running after scaring Grand Elder Mist. The reason was obvious to those entrenched in the martial world. Since Grand Elder Mist had thoroughly offended Dyon and his 'backer' the only chance she stood for her and her Clan to survive was by destroying all evidence that remained. She hadn't realized this yet, but it wouldn't be long until she did.
Grand Elder Mist should know that a genius as valuable as Dyon and Ri would have Life Saving Jades. However, when Dyon saw how confidently she attacked him, he suddenly thought of something?
What if Aritzia had decided to throw caution to the wind? Would she, without evidence, tie Jaws and Dyon together? In that case, she would believe that Dyon had already used his Life Saving Jade.
That didn't make any sense. Dyon was certain that he hadn't left any connection. If Aritzia was acting now, that meant she was purely acting on instinct. If that was really the case, she was even scarier than a normal genius. Someone who could fuse intellect and instinct together was more than a normal formidable opponent. It was clear she wasn't as inflexible as Dyon believed.
In the next instant, Dyon disappeared with Ri by his side. Holding Ri in his arms, he careened toward Dark Ocean. He was certain that whatever was occurring now had it as its epicenter.
Dyon was unable to use the golden yacht. He had already grandly utilized it as Dyon, so how could he now use it as Jaws? To make matters worse, he had also used the demon sage tower as Dyon as well. This left Dyon with no transportation.
However… What Dyon did have as Jaws were his wings! Had Dyon not been apprehensive about using his wings as Dyon, unsure of how effective his mask was in hiding the form and presence of them back then, would he have struggled so much against that four pincer attack? Maybe, but likely not…
Five pairs of golden wings tore through Dyon's robes. Their magnificence spread out over three meters… He looked no different from a god soaring through the skies.
Rings of shattering air was left in his wake as he accelerated. He drew teleportation array after teleportation array, crossing hundreds of miles at once. In truth, as long as Dyon wasn't under any spatial restrictions, he could easily use this tactic to match the speeds of a dao expert. This was the benefit of planet qi! How could there be no benefits at all to having a dao realm soul?
'Dammit! Everyone is in danger!'
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In a dark underground room in an unknown location, a young man with tanned skin sat chained to a chair. Though, it was incredibly difficult to tell his skin tone considering the blood cascading down his body…
His head hung downward, allowing clumps of sweat and crimson to coat his long black hair and forehead.
At that moment, a familiar golden-eyed young man entered, his features chilling the air with a piercing cold. This man was Aritzia's elder brother, Primus!
However, this wasn't the most shocking part. Instead, what was truly jarring was the moment the young man tied to the chair raised his head… He was none other than Dyon's loyal follower, Virvor!
"I've been quite patient with you." Primus said with a cold smile. "You don't think you owe me something in return for that? It can't be too nice for you to suffer through all this hunger and pain as a cripple, right? Why don't you speak, hm?"
Virvor's body might have been weak, but his eyes were filled with an endless sneering and disdain.
"Everyone thinks your Sapientia Clan is so noble and grand, to think that you're nothing but a gang of thugs who play the role of innocent sheep. How can you even call yourself a man when you feel the need to hide your sharpness for fear of being destroyed?"
Virvor's words were piercing, but the gaze in his eyes stung Primus even more so. It seemed that even as a cripple, Virvor's saber intent was still sharp.
Virvor followed the monk path. Not only had he entered the celestial realm in the years he had been separated from Dyon, he had also birthed his weapon's spirit! The Sapientia were forced to pay a price heavier than they wanted to admit to catch him.
In the end, Virvor's foundation was too weak. Due to growing up in the 99th quadrant, he didn't have the resources or help to reach a high Order. Yet, even with that weakness, his saber was so strong that he took out hundreds of Sapientia before they finally caught him.
From the beginning, due to this Primus knew that Virvor would be hard to deal with. But, who would have known that even after weeks, he wouldn't say a single helpful word?
"It's fine if you don't say anything at this point." Primus shrugged, reining in his anger. "Soon enough, your Dyon will die a horrible death."
Virvor began to laugh at these words. "You have no idea the kind of person Dyon is, nor do you know the kind of power backing him. Even if you were of the outer quadrants, all I can tell you is that you've smashed your foot against a steel plate!"