The moment Dyon’s fist collided with the bolt of lightning, there wasn’t a single person who thought he would survive. There was no doubt that this bolt of lightning came from a celestial, a saint had no business causing changes in the weather.
However, they were sorely mistaken.
Black gave way to gold. Crackling gave way to a roar. The dark clouds gave way to a clear sky.
Dyon’s fist tore through the skies, shattering the technique in a moment.
But, Dyon’s didn’t care. His eyes had long focused on the culprit, Sokzac.
The one who was most surprised about Dyon’s survival was Sokzac. Although he had barely tried, those so-called core elders would have all been severely injured by that one strike. If he was this powerful, why the hell did he allow what happened to him to happen?
Dyon didn’t speak, he was simply planning on attacking. However, before he could, more individuals began to appear one by one.
The ringing of central bell was a rare event. Yet, it had now happened twice in one month. How could this not cause an uproar?
Elders from The Cathedral began to trickle in along with elder members of the four up and coming families, each one more shocked than the last at the sight of Dyon.
It wasn’t long before members of the Caedes family showed up as well, however there was no sign of their leader, just a few representatives.
Before any of them could say anything, the core elders of sect began to show up one by one, unable to understand just how Dyon was here. They didn’t understand whether he was just foolish, or if he truly had something to rely on… What was going on?
When Dyon saw the elders arrive, he immediately thought of the core elder who dared to harm him. He could still remember the bastard being angered simply because Dyon looked at him.
The elder immediately noticed Dyon stare, causing him to sneer. “Did I not teach you enough of a lesson last time? You dare to glare at me again?!”
Dyon’s hand flashed outward, causing a halberd appear. However, this time, he didn’t fall from the skies.
His wings appeared with a divine radiance as he disappeared, appearing before the sneering elder in an instant.
“You…” The core elder started, but he never got the chance to finish.
Dyon’s halberd became like a snake in the skies, piercing forward with piercing shadow again and again.
The elder stumbled backward, trying to defend futilely. In the end, none of his effort mattered.
Bloody holes began to fill his body, first on his left shoulder, then his right… Next on his right leg, then his left…
In the end, a final hole pierced through his neck, stopping his voice from ever crying out. His eyes could only widen in shock as his body fell from the skies.
The life force of a celestial was far more robust than a normal cultivator’s, so even while having a massive hole in his throat, the elder was still gasping on the ground, who knew how many hours it would take for him to die? But, Dyon left him there to suffer.
Asyna, who had arrived with the Devil Cultivators, suddenly felt that Dyon’s depth was unfathomable. When they had fought, Dyon hadn’t used a single technique on her, in fact, he didn’t even use any wills, his soul or even his energy. Just how far could a person go with just their body alone?!
Yet, she had lost so miserably… And seeing him use a technique now and defeat a celestial so easily, she only now understood just how far the gap between the two of them was.
‘One with Self.’ Lilith and Sokzac immediately recognized what happened. Even Lilith, a genius sent from the gods, a girl who could have stepped into the celestial realm at 17 years old but chose not to, had only reached the One with Self realm in three common level techniques. Yet, Dyon had only just appeared and used three different ones as well!
The family representatives as well as those elder priests from The Cathedral suddenly felt panicked. For a core elder to die so quickly, what the hell could they do here? Many of them directly rushed back home to inform their superiors. If their own celestials didn’t come, today would be a disaster!
“Anyone else who wants to die can step forward. However, I’m only here for a particularly shameless father, daughter pair who seem to still be hiding in their shells.
“If you want to interfere, know well that I won’t accept your apology later on.”
The core elders frowned, the four of them feeling very overwhelmed. The truth was that the Master and Violet weren’t there at the moment, they were visiting one of the experts that came here for the auction. However, they should be at Cathedral City, so the elders didn’t understand why they hadn’t arrived yet. Although the head of the Caedes family could ignore the central bell’s chime, the Master of the sect was obligated to respond.
It didn’t slip Dyon’s attention that the number of powerhouses was steadily growing. It also didn’t escape his attention that they were far more powerful than the core elders of the sect.
When one stepped into the celestial realm, due to the slow down of cultivation, despite there being 12 stages, many colloquially referred to the power level of an expert as either lower, middle, higher, and peak. A 1st to 3rd stage celestial would be lower, while a peak stage celestial would be a 10th to 12th. For obvious reasons, peak stage celestials were very rare because they represented a high likelihood of breaking into the dao formation realm, and as such, they were an important power base of any clan or sect.
What made Dyon’s expression serious despite not having spotted any dao formation experts was that his master had informed him that there were three peak celestials here, more than half a dozen higher celestials, and two or three dozen middle celestials, along with even more lower celestials. Even if Dyon was a hundred times more powerful it was impossible to beat them all. At present, he could even defeat a middle celestial alone…
Right now, these people had no reason to interfere with Dyon, but the moment they realized he knew about Soul Market, they wouldn’t let him go.