Hearing the Dragon King’s explanation, Dyon understood. Did it really make sense for soul cultivation to be banned in this quadrant? No, it didn’t. But, this was the reality. Since this was the case, why would he believe that the hatred of the Devil Path had any better reasons?
After being in the martial world for so long, Dyon didn’t believe that anyone of the Conventional Path was so noble so as to war against powerful opponents just to “protect their dao”. That was absolutely ridiculous and anyone who spouted such drivel deserved to be pointed and laughed at.
The martial world worked on one thing and one thing only: benefits.
‘Are you saying that you know the true history behind this quadrant?’
‘Anyone truly powerful knows the secret behind this quadrant. The only reason you don’t know is because you aren’t powerful enough. Simple.
‘I learned of the dark inner workings of this quadrant two bodies ago, right before I took over your martial uncle, when I became the elder of a well-known sect.’
Dyon rolled his eyes. ‘Why didn’t you tell me about this when you saw I was struggling to find someone to interrogate?’
‘I can’t read your mind. I have no idea what you’re doing here. Plus, my true body is constantly warring with my consciousness in this plane. It’s no surprise that he wants to tear you limb from limb.’
Dyon didn’t respond to this. Even he didn’t really understand why he was here, he just had a feeling that he should come.
After hearing Zabia’s story, he had a feeling that the story of the Soul Path war that happened here wasn’t so simple, so he wanted to get to the bottom of it. He also suspected that the kidnapping and taking away of those with soul talent wasn’t so simple either. After all, in a quadrant like this, he almost expected there to be public executions daily. However, after those with soul talent were taken away, they were just never seen again. It was far too odd.
Coupling all of that with the ridiculously high-level suppression and the mystery of these Devil Path cultivators and how they somehow had the favor of The Cathedral and Soul Rending Peak, and Dyon had a mystery he simply couldn’t ignore.
‘If you want an explanation, you should probably wait until after this fight. If I tell you now, you’d definitely do something stupid. There’s a reason your Zabia friend didn’t want to tell you.’
Dyon didn’t have time to respond either way because the tip of Asyna’s spear was already growing larger and large.
His head tilted to the side as he stepped forward, hoping to take advantage of the weakness of a spear in close quarters to lock Asyna down.
However, as someone who had wielded a spear for years, how could Asyna not understand this? Her Asura’s Eye, combined with her Divine Sense pushed her senses to unholy levels, she could act almost without thinking now.
Her spear spun, aiming the butt of its shaft toward Dyon’s ribcage and slamming into it with violent abandon.
Dyon grunted as he felt his bones nearly snap, bending violently inward.
A vacuum of wind stopped Dyon from flying away just as Asyna’s spear head spun back toward Dyon.
“[Violet Void Slash]!” Asyna roared.
The crowd felt true fear watching the blade arcing with dark energy. There was no doubt in their minds that this approached the power of a celestial, and that was a conservative estimate!
Dyon’s eyes narrowed, “Act Two!”
In an instant, Dyon’s power jumped to an entirely new level, shattering the tiles beneath feet.
His arm shot upward, taking the full force of the blade trying to slice him in half.
At this point, many looked away. They didn’t want to have to witness such a vicious death. There was no doubt in their minds that when they next saw Dyon, he would be in two halves.
Lilith’s eyes flashed as she murmured something under her breath.
‘Fuck!’ Dyon raged, an unrestrained anger erupting from his chest.
Evangeline stood abruptly, wanting to stop the match but there was nothing she could do about the dome. Even if she told Lilith to stop what she was doing, what were the odds of Lilith actually listening to her?
Asyna’s slash multiplied in power, seemingly fueled by some unknown source.
The flesh on her arms burst apart, spraying the arena with blood as an endless supply of energy poured into her.
There was no question that this attack had reached the level of celestials. In fact, even Evangeline felt her heart palpitate while watching it. She could tell that this wasn’t entirely Asyna’s power, but there was nothing she could do about it. “No…”
BOOM!
Many closed their eyes, lamenting the loss of a genius. If this had been a normal spar, would anyone doubt Dyon’s qualifications to become a core disciple? He was only 29 yet had this level of power! There was no denying his talent…
Suddenly, a roar that shook the heavens awoke everyone from their emotions. Golden glass-like shards fell from the dome as array after array fell apart.
Everyone’s eyes focused on the center, only to see Dyon, standing with two massive black wings on his back, exuding the aura of a devilish king. At that moment, one was bent, blocking Asyna’s blow, while the other stretched out for meters, adding to his imposing demeanor.
“My patience has run out.”