‘Master, quickly deploy the signal blocking array I asked you to prepare before around the tower so they can’t come back.’
Dyon knew from the very beginning that the master key arrays were all connected. At the moment, he didn’t have the ability or knowledge to alter a Planet level array, which meant he could only send them to one of the other master key arrays. Without the signal blocking array, they’d just directly come back and his efforts would be wasted.
Although the array itself covered hundreds of meters, celestials could cover that distance in a split second. Now that they had knowledge about Dyon having these means, they’d be able to avoid it easily in the future. Simply put, Dyon couldn’t waste this one opportunity.
In a flash, the array appeared then disappeared back into the tower, leaving those watching the proceedings completely stunned.
Many had very little knowledge about arrays, so mistakenly believed that all of those priests were dead. It was only the White Mother and a few others who recognized the array for what it was.
From beginning to end, Dyon didn’t move from his position, coldly looking down on the world. The celestials here had come with their eyes above their heads, haughty and arrogant without care for a mere 98th quadrant. But, seeing the disdain in this young man’s eyes, they felt that they didn’t even understand what true arrogance was.
How arrogant did you need to be a mere essence gatherer, yet capable of looking down on peak celestials?
“You…” The White Mother’s mind went into overdrive. Of course she recognized the teleportation formation, so what did it mean that Dyon had it?
She wasn’t adept enough to recognize exactly which master key array it was, so she wasn’t certain that it came from the auction house. But, she was certain that at least one of their bases had been compromised.
A communication array appeared in her hand as she attempted to contact Elder Bowa, but her expression could only turn ashen when she received no response.
At that moment, four figures quickly appeared into view. Two of their visages were colored with confusion when they saw Dyon, but the other two were filled with a mixture of rage, anger and unwillingness.
Dyon’s gaze snapped toward them, causing Violet to tremble and almost fall out of the air. If it wasn’t for Enzo, Aldo’s son, catching her arm before she fell, it would have definitely happened.
Under everyone’s watch, Dyon did something completely inexplicable.
Blinded by rage and filled with animosity, he flashed forward into a sea of enemies, not caring for their cultivation levels or their identities. From the perspective of anyone, it was complete suicide.
Donari’s eyes widened. “Don’t!” He called out. But, his father had a firm grip on his shoulder, disallowing him from moving.
What could he do anyway? Unlike Dyon, he was a true essence gatherer. He couldn’t even fight a normal saint.
Dyon’s speed was completely inconceivable. His wings appeared in their full glory, raising his battle prowess to their absolute height.
A flash of anger appeared on the Master’s face as his daughter stumbled backward.
“How dare you?!” A mere essence gatherer threatening his daughter in his presence? How could he allow such an insult?
Aldo frowned. He didn’t know why this young man had such animosity toward a little girl he saw as his niece, but it was certain that he wouldn’t stand idly by and allow it to happen. He couldn’t allow Violet to suffer a fate worse than her mother.
Enzo sneered. This was the perfect opportunity. He had been thinking about how to win Violet’s heart. After all, it would fulfill a wish of his father’s. What better way than to save her here?
“Uncle, let me do it.”
It was too bad that Dyon’s speed suddenly reached another level as his movement technique activated. His body flashed through the air as though there was no resistance to speak of, sending shocking waves of power downward through his feet.
Before Enzo could react, Dyon had already flashed by him, appearing in front Violet with eyes filled with murder.
“You dare?!” The Master was filled with rage. It was already embarrassing enough that they let Dyon get this close due to a miscalculation of his top speed.
“Didn’t I already say that your attack strength was pathetic?” Dyon’s eyes reddened, sending a fist filled with the roar of a majestic bear toward Violet’s father.
The Master’s eyes widened. Because of Aldo’s attack previously, he was heavily injured. Now dealing with Dyon’s full force attack, he felt completely overwhelmed.
It was to be expected. Aldo had attacked with the full force of a middle stage celestial of the third-grade thinking that the Master was still of the second grade when he was really in the fourth. It was no wonder he was so heavily injured.
BOOM!
The Master was sent flying under the gaze of the wide eyed disciple and core elders. That was their sect leader! How could he be so easily defeated?!
Aldo was completely surprised seeing his friend blasted away like this. Although he had seen Dyon’s speed, he still saw him as an essence gatherer. Even if he had speed, it didn’t mean he had power. But, he was shocked to find that he was wrong.
Dyon’s hand stretched out toward the trembling Violet and was mere moments away from grasping her neck.
However, that was when Aldo acted.
“To think a junior would act to rampantly around me!” His roar pierced the skies as his anger from just moments ago vented toward Dyon.
An overwhelming sense of danger filled Dyon. It was only now he understood why there were four major division in the celestial realm. The middle stage was simply on a completely different level! To make matters worse, Aldo was an expert of the third grade!
The roar of Aldo’s fist completely drowned out Dyon’s. It was as though they had been sent back to primordial times…
Aldo suddenly became the embodiment of a fierce gorilla, matted with noble blue fur. His chest shone with the radiance of diamonds and his eyes reddened with the primal instinct of an ancient carnivore.
In his anger, Aldo completely forgot to hold back. He saw Dyon as the enemy of his life, as a monster ready to take the life of his one last connection to the love of his life.
BOOM!
Aldo’s fist smashed against the side of Dyon’s face causing an eruption of blood, guts and gore that could sicken even the fiercest of warriors to the core.
Without suspense, Dyon was sent flying into the distance, crashing through endless mountain ranges before stopping more than ten kilometers away, his life and death completely unknown.