The Mother felt a surge of regret. She shouldn’t have been worried about profits and should have directly stopped Dyon. But, how could she know that Dyon would dare to do this?!
Dyon’s Presence tore through the viscount barrier, directly charging through the earl and marquise ranking to their peak.
At that moment, Enzo trembled. He was a mere King… Only Emperors could have Duke level Presence! Dyon’s Presence had already surpassed his!
Many wanted to move, but they suddenly realized that Dyon’s Presence didn’t allow them. Even the mid celestials began to sweat profusely. The only ones unaffected were those higher and peak level celestials. However, when Dyon’s Presence directly broke into the Duke level, even their expressions turned serious.
‘He’s an Emperor?!’
Soul Rending Peak trembled in shock, many directly falling to their knees. The mountains quaked and the lands cracked, even the sky calmed, as though none of them wanted to anger Dyon.
“The truth is that I’m the successor of not only Soul Rending Peak but also the Celestial Deer Sect.” Dyon began to explain calmly. But, each one of his words was like another bomb, sending waves of shock through those present.
If it was before, he would be met with contempt, but who in this world dared to look down on an Emperor?!
Among those of the younger generation, namely below the age of 1000, there were only ten individuals who broke through to the King level Presence level. To have a Duke level Presence already put you at the very peak of the younger generation!
That number ten only became eleven very recently.
If you wanted to take it one step further, of those eleven, four were on the saint floors, five were on the celestial floors, and two were on the dao floors.
What did this mean? It meant that Dyon didn’t have eleven to compete with, he only had four! He was an essence gatherer! And those who were at the assessments remembered that he was only 29 years old!
“The only person in this lifetime that I’ll call master is the one and only master I’ve worshipped in this life. The 25th White Mother!”
Dyon’s words continued as his Presence still climbed, shattering the lower Duke barrier and directly climbing to the middle Duke level.
The disciples and elders of Soul Rending Peak fell to their knees, stumbling out of the skies and prostrating themselves. Many of them couldn’t calm their hearts due to poor soul talent, not to mention the fact that many of them didn’t dare to take any trials and thus had no presence to speak of.
It seemed that there were only three individuals excited about Dyon’s display.
One was obvious: Donari. The more powerful Dyon was, the more passion he felt to catch up and the better he felt about lose.
However, the other two were more odd.
One was Asyna who breathed a sigh of relief. If Dyon wasn’t so powerful, wouldn’t her loss be too pathetic? And the last was RolRol who felt better watching her long time best friend coming out of her depression.
“So, imagine my surprise.” Dyon sneered, shattering into the higher Duke level and causing those visiting celestials to break out into a cold sweat. “When I come to visit my Master’s homeland, only to find that it’s infested with such a disease.”
The Mother of the nunnery shivered. It was no wonder Dyon got angry at her title… It turned out his master was the true White Mother!
In the martial world, titles held true power. If someone claimed a title that wasn’t their own met the true owner, they’d be lucky to only be crippled in the exchange!
“You people kidnapped babies. You separated children from their mother. You cleaved families in half without blinking an eye. The you ripped their souls from their bodies and concocted their lifeless corpses into pills! For what!? For your greed?! Because you thought you held a little bit of power?!”
Dyon’s roar seemed to shatter the sky, bringing his Presence to the Peak of the Duke level. At this point, those from other quadrants had no choice but to begin relying on their protective treasures. It was impossible to resist Dyon otherwise.
It wasn’t just the disciples and citizens of planet cathedral who were shocked by Dyon’s words, but also every Devil Cultivator aside from Lilith and Sokzac. They couldn’t help but look toward the two of them with questioning gazes.
Although Sokzac snorted, Lilith didn’t meet their eyes, the guilt in hers very clear.
“A few people thought that I was just too weak to retaliate. Well, I should tell you all that I only allowed myself to be captured on purpose in order to destroy your bullshit Soul Market. From today onward, it will never exist in this world again.”
Silence reigned over Planet Cathedral. Some women began to directly weep, remembering how much pain Dyon went through all for the sake of destroying evil. Could there really be such a noble man in existence?
It was only after a while that the three peak celestials stepped forward. All three of them were from the 47th quadrant and they were very much aware that this news could not get out no matter what. Whoever this kid was, he had to die.
They could breathe a sigh of relief because the White Mother was dead and the celestial deer sect was destroyed. So, they saw Dyon as a bird without a nest.
“Now that you’ve nobly stated your intentions, you can die knowing that you’ve caused the genocide of an entire planet. We won’t let anyone go.”
Dyon laughed. “Do you believe I’m stupid? I prefer to believe that you have shit between your ears.
“I escaped soul market and destroyed it without you detecting anything.”
At that moment, Dyon’s Presence shattered an inconceivable barrier, climbing to the King level!
Space seemed to warp, the skies rolled, and even middle celestials directly fell from the skies, kneeling before Dyon.
“Yet, instead of simply leaving through the gate and spreading the news, I came here!” Dyon’s words were like stones falling onto their chests. The more he spoke, the more they shivered.
“Do you know why I can look down on you as though you’re nothing? Do you know why your pathetic quadrants mean nothing in front of me?”
Dyon’s Presence inconceivably continued to climb, causing the once confident Peak celestials to stagger backward, unable to hold back their shock.
“Because my name isn’t Dyon Jafari. My name is Dyon Sacharro!”