One hundred proud dragon tailed lions twitched on the ground, completely unable to move.
Among the races of the cosmos, beasts were the most susceptible to intimidation. This wasn’t because of their lack of intelligence, because even lower earth grade beasts had the potential to match the intelligence of humans. Rather, it was because of their innate born instincts.
Beasts had a stronger connection to the natural elements in comparison to other species, but that wasn’t always a good thing. Often times, the mechanisms that tuned their senses to such high levels that, say, allowed them to dodge a will attack materialized in space by Dyon’s divine sense, were the very same mechanisms that handicapped them to a sonic attack like the one Dyon just used.
Demonic Will was a hard a difficult will to master, but it was exactly because of this that it was so useful in this case.
In ancient history, humans and weaker species of the like were at a dramatic disadvantage in comparison to beasts. Although their intelligence was, on average, higher, they didn’t have the techniques honed to an appropriate level to compete.
Their bodies were weaker, their affinities were weaker, and their connections to the heavens were weaker. This put the beasts at such an advantage that in those primordial eras, it was actually the bestial families that were the ruling class of clans and sects.
However, that was when demonic will was birthed into the world. The term demon didn’t refer to some amoral villain. No… A demon was the name the ancient races gave to a human beast!
Why was demonic will able to intimidate? Why was it able to drastically increase the defenses of the body? Why was demonic will the basis for Dyon’s Demon Emperor’s Will technique? A technique capable of morphing the body into something… less than human?
It was because demonic will was a counter measure. It was what helped ancient races to level the playing field with the beasts!
When Dyon layered his demonic will with his music will and roared into the skies, he became in the incarnation of a primordial beast, warning the pitiful ants before it that they had entered its territory. The innate instincts of the dragon tailed lion couldn’t ignore this!
Dyon loosened his fists, barely applying enough force to keep the Dragon King in his right hand.
The approaching armies didn’t dare to continue charging. The armies that had blocked off Dyon’s path backward had been blown away by the second stage of his judgement attack. It seemed like the only threats remaining were Bors, Percival and his daughters.
“Bring. Percival. Here.” Dyon spoke in a deadpan voice. Although it was clear that he had suffered his own self-inflicted injuries, it was also clear that he had no intention to backdown. In fact, his momentum increased instead of decreased.
‘I think I know what state young Dyon is in…’ Suddenly, a spirit who was a man of few words spoke. He was none other than the Battle Prince.
The spirits couldn’t help but turn toward this valiant man. Even in his spirit form, he exuded a sharp and unforgettable battle intent.
‘The ruins of the Battle God title isn’t a place that I’ve had the pleasure of visiting. However, as someone who’s earned the Battle Prince title, I was able to gain some insight from the ruins that gave me my title…
‘According the fragmented information I received, the very first Battle God was undefeatable. From his birth, to his death, he never lost a single battle.’
The spirits sucked in a breath. To never lose in your entire life, just what kind of feat was that? Even Dyon couldn’t boast such a thing because he could remember his own losses very clearly.
Did he not lose to Darius Storm when he first entered Focus Academy? Did he not lose to the Big Sects when he was forced to run away to the Elvin Kingdom? Did he not lose to Alidor when they first met? Didn’t he lose his last battle in his third trial when he was forced to give up in the face of a man with Emperor level Presence?
Dyon had lost many times in his life, yet this Battle God had never lost once. No matter what the odds were, no matter the strength of his enemies, no matter how many enemies he faced, without regard for the situation, this legendary man never lost from the moment he stepped foot into the world until the day he left.
‘Not only did this man have an undefeatable dao heart, birthed on the corpses of his countless enemies, but he was gifted with an Ancient Constitution that could only be described as heaven defying.’
Esmeralda’s eyes contracted. ‘Ancient Constitution? Are you trying to say that Dyon has unlocked one?’
The Battle Prince shook his head. ‘This can’t be considered the true Ancient Constitution. Instead, the heavens are responding to Dyon’s willingness to give up his life in exchange for his answer. With every heaven defying feat he accomplishes, he pays an equivalent amount of life force. If I’m correct, he’s already given up about six thousand years of his life… According to the normal life span of someone with a celestial body, he should only have four thousand years remaining.’
Dyon’s master trembled as her worst fears were realized. But why was it that Dyon hadn’t shown any visible signs of aging? What was going on?