Dyon’s momentum was overwhelming. He looked like a messenger of the gods, descended to bring down judgement upon the world.
His War God armor glistened with bright whites and royal blues, coating his body and wings beautifully and seamlessly.
His features were chiseled and the absolute pinnacle of perfection, regardless of the dull look in his eyes.
Even facing more than half a million enemies, his steps didn’t waver… It was as though he was made for the battlefield, or, rather, that the battlefield was made for him.
The hearts of the dozens of beauties standing behind the two kings palpitated at his image. These women were none other than Percival’s daughters, each of whom had extreme yin constitutions. Although this wasn’t a labeled constitution, per se, each had bodies on the precipice of the earth grade and had relatively high affinities for yin related techniques and wills.
However, because of their extreme yin, they were doomed to always seek their extreme yang, making them more susceptible to the male image in comparison to other powerful women.
Because of the Nine Yang Cloud aphrodisiac, the yang pressure Dyon gave off was far denser than even dao formation experts who specialized in the yang path. To these Valore princesses, he was like a drug being dangled in front of their faces, or a morsel of meat wafting its fragrances toward their delicate noses.
Their breathing quickened as their cheeks visibly reddened. Many of them squeezed their thigh together tightly, rubbing their slender legs together as they tried to calm their urges.
Percival immediately sensed this change in his daughters. As a meditator of extreme yang techniques, he was not only sensitive to pure yins, but also pure yang. It was because of this that he was able to find the cultivation resources he needed to continue practicing his technique.
The moment Dyon appeared, he sensed a yang far purer than his own which already ticked him off. But, seeing his daughters act like this, he was further angered.
His daughters were actually here to bolster his own power as they could form an array between themselves to strengthen him. But, if they were distracted like this, the array wouldn’t be as effective as it should be.
To make matters worse, while he was focusing on Dyon, he noticed a crowd of approaching spectators and armies. The most embarrassing thing was that it was clear that these armies hadn’t fought Dyon, but simply let him through. The fear in their eyes when they looked at this young man was unmistakable.
Percival’s temper flared, something that was happening more and more often now that his yang was reaching an extreme. However, Bors reached out and grasped his shoulder.
“It’s better that they didn’t fight or else our fighting prowess would take a hit. Plus, you know we can’t allow these spectators to leave freely or else all of our planning will mean nothing. I’ll order them to block off all exit routes and kill two birds with a single stone.”
Receiving a signal from King Bors, the approaching armies immediately understood. In a smooth fashion, far more organized than what Dyon was used to seeing from the martial world, they blocked off all exit routes, trapping Dyon and the spectators in.
“King Bors, what is the meaning of this?! Do you want to become enemies with my 71st quadrant?!”
A rain of curses came down from the spectators as Dyon continued his walk forward, flashing hundreds of meters with his every step as though this had nothing to do with him.
Bors sneered in response. “You opportunists broke the one singular rule we set for you all, stepping into our Mystical World without permission. The moment you did, your deaths were sealed!”
The spectators panicked. Although they were all celestials – else they wouldn’t have dared to come here – there were less than 30 of them. What could they do against such a large army? They had definitely underestimated this 74th ranked quadrant.
“Are you Percival?” Suddenly, a voice from the depths of hell spoke, layered like a specter of the devil himself.
Bors and Percival frowned. Despite the situation, both of them believed that this matter was all but concluded. The entirety of the first, second and third tiers of their Grand Templar Sect, even if their power was multiplied by ten times and combined, couldn’t hold a candle to their core sect. This young man didn’t stand a chance.
“Who is this?” Percival didn’t answer Dyon. Instead he looked toward the tiered Dukes who came here, assuming that one of them would have an answer. He found it to be below himself to speak to a no-named individual. However, when he received the response he was looking for, his eyes widened.
It wasn’t just him either. The Grand Templar armies, even while holed up behind their sect’s protective arrays felt an invisible pressure seize their hearts.
Dyon’s brow furrowed slightly. “Tell Percival to come here, or else I’ll destroy this gate as well.”
What a joke. What did a protective array mean in the face of Dyon? He could see through its flaws in an instant.
Maybe if he was lucid, he would realize that it was odd for such a weak quadrant to actually have a comet level protective array, but at the moment, he didn’t care. The flaws appeared to his eyes like massive red targets, amplified hundreds of times by his selfless state.