Chapter 1928 Grand Fashion
Only True God Hydra pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. 'These idiots. Haven't they been paying attention? This man does whatever the hell he wants. Do you really think he's only so arrogant because of his backing?'
True God Hydra had been there of the Golden Flame Mystical World when a mere peak saint Dyon made fools of countless peak celestials. He hadn't had any Sacharro Clan to rely on back then, but hadn't he still brought the Golden Crow Sect to its knees?
It was as though they had wiped his countless exploits from their minds. Mob mentality was truly too ridiculous.
"In fact… Since all of you dare to agree with these people… I think it's best you just die now."
Dyon's voice was faint, but the moment it fell, his sword trembled slightly.
Blinding lights of sword qi passed around Diasho Ren's body. He couldn't even react to their speed, he hardly even perceived their existence before hundreds of bloody holes were drawn in just as many heads.
Dead bodies fell with a light thud one after another. They hadn't even had the chance to resist… Each of them had been crown geniuses of their Sects and Clans. But now they were nothing but corpses.
'Aiya, he really did it. Fucking madman.' True God Hydra looked into the skies, sighing.
Diasho Ren slowly looked down at himself, his expression completely frozen.
In the next instant, his clothes burst apart, leaving nothing but his naked body behind.
Clara's stifled laughter suddenly sounded in the dead silence. "Yikes, how small… No wonder he didn't dare to run around in the nude."
Dyon's sword trembled once more and a piercing scream left Diasho Ren's lips. Men all around clamped their legs shut, unable to gaze at the bloody storm that now resided on his crotch.
Dyon walked past his screaming, crumpled up figure. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, he had made his way to Cativa and True God Star. He hardly took notice of Terren who stood just a few meters from them.
"You speak for me, do you?"
True God Star's expression froze.
"No one has ever spoken for me. Least of all a spineless coward. His punishment with be severe and long lasting. But yours… Since you led all of these people to their deaths… Why don't you just die too?"
True God Star opened his mouth to speak, but he could have never known that Dyon would use this opening to shove a sword through his lips and out the back of his head, pinning him to the very pillar that Armament Sprite female just put up.
The shock in his eyes was clear. Never in his wildest dreams did he think such a thing would happen.
Lower your head to survive, right? Wasn't that what his father said?
'I was… lowering my head to the wrong person…'
Those were his last thoughts as the light in his eyes dimmed, the expression of shock still clearly painted on his once handsome face.
Dyon's gaze turned toward Terren whose own gaze had become quite serious. He only now realized he had no ability to see through this young man.
"You could have done whatever you wanted to these people. But since you've decided to touch one of my own, you don't need your life anymore."
Terren, who had been planning on negotiating peace, believing that even if this young man dared to kill those of the tower quadrants, he would never dare to touch him, was suddenly stunned silly.
"You actually dare to touch me at the heart of Sprite Alliance terri --!"
A new sword appeared in Dyon's hand. It was once more as though it had already been there, like it had never left his side.
Those watching on believed that even if Dyon easily killed True God Star, he couldn't possibly do the same for a genius of the Sprite Alliance, right? If even True God Star lowered his head, what could Dyon do?
Unfortunately for them, they were fools. They had no idea that True God Star was in fact far stronger than this Terren individual. But, he died to Dyon just the same.
Terren's neck became a bloody fountain, spewing upward as his head twirled in the air. His disbelieving gaze seared into the minds of everyone here.
Dyon threw his sword onto the ground as though it had been dirtied by killing such scum.
Soon, his smile returned, his oppressive aura completely vanishing.
"Let's go. I never planned on wasting time in this place to begin with."
It was then that those left were given another shock. They thought that Dyon would return to the tower quadrants in an attempt to hide. Cal had even started to sneer.
But who could have guessed that Dyon would instead walk toward the tall, looming grey walls?
His fist shot outward once. It didn't seem very special at all. In fact, it seemed weak.
'What is he doing? That Wall could keep in even middle dao experts!' The Oracle Sprite thought in shock.
But that was when those looming walls came crumbling down. It wasn't just a small hole, but rather every bit of it crumbled to fine dust, revealing the bright, high sun.
Dyon didn't even look back. Why should he? His wives were by his side and his Demon Generals followed his steps.
Since he was going to wreak havoc in the Sprite Alliance, why not do so in grand fashion?
"Ah, almost forgot something."
Dyon's footsteps suddenly paused. Even as he did, numerous light sources shone down on the once enclosed area. It didn't take much thought to understand what was happening at all.
These were all great geniuses of their Clans, how could they not each be given Life Saving Jades?
Dyon didn't fancy himself to be a mass murderer, but he would certainly teach those who deserved it a lesson. He wouldn't mind allowing True God Star and the numerous who spoke against him a chance to live.