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Book 11: Chapter 116: Nothing To Do (1)

Dyon gazed toward the young man as though he was looking at an ant. His scythe rested on his hand, his back straight enough to pierce the skies above.

Seeing that Dyon didn’t ask any questions, nor lose himself in a fit of rage, Kaori began to feel extremely uncomfortable. He had an itchiness in his heart he was eager to pour out. It was as though he was punching toward nothing but air.

It had been a hundred years… a hundred years since that battle. Dyon was both his nightmare and his obsession. Yet, after tempering himself for so long, the object of his rage hardly spared him a glance.

In fact, he could feel that it wasn’t just him who was being ignored. Even though Dyon’s gaze was focused on the normal looking young man, it was as though he was looking right through him. It was obvious that Dyon was focused on this young man not because he took him seriously, but only because he was currently the biggest threat. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Are you going to continue to waste my time? Or are you going to bring those thirteen out? No… It should be eleven. No matter what tricks you used, it would be impossible for you to control that Clan.”

Dyon’s emotionless words caused Kaori’s heart to tremble.

It didn’t seem that it was necessary for any more to be said. Eleven more figures appeared, each representing the pinnacle strength of the three facet Overlord.

The Ancestors of the Orcs, the Medusa Clan, the Cyclopes, the Torus Clan, the Undead Clan, the Cerebrus Clan, the Insect Royals, the Golden Crow Clan, the Griffons, the Unicorns, and the Phoenixes…

Dyon necked cracked as he slowly rolled it. Even with his aura weakening, even with him being the only one on the ground, he seemed to look down on them all.

Various auras swirled around the battlefield. Any one of them could intimidate an empire, yet it was all for a singular young man.

One could say that Dyon didn’t even look all that impressive. Aside from his looks, he wasn’t very imposing in other aspects. He dressed casually, without even a shirt for his bare chest. His cultivation wasn’t very high, only being at the peak dao realm. And, on top of this, it seemed that he was already at the end of his rope. Was he really already burning his soul?

If he had to go so far for their subordinates, was there really a need for them to go all out like this?

However, as time passed, their expressions grew more serious. The burning of one’s soul was supposed to last an incredibly short period of time. Why was it that this youth didn’t seem eager to attack them at all? Wasn’t he running out of time?

Also, wasn’t the intensity of this soul burning too low? And why was it so controlled? After going all out to burn one’s soul, it should have been impossible to keep it so restrained. Yet, they couldn’t even tell what Dyon’s true level of soul strength was.

“Still not attacking?” Dyon tilted his head as though curious. “Ah, are you still waiting for my strength to lower by more? This still isn’t enough for you, hm? Well, I don’t mind waiting with you.”

Dyon’s nonchalant attitude filled them with unease.

“We can have a nice back and forth while we wait. What do you guys want to talk about?”

Seeing that no one responded, Dyon continued unperturbed.

“Ah, we can talk about how the mighty Overlord Clans became the dogs of two Dao Formation cultivators? That’s a little embarrassing don’t you think? What would your daughters and sons think knowing their parents were scuttling rats?”

Rage couldn’t possibly encompass what these 11 Overlords were feeling. To reach their cultivation realms, they should have long since gained hearts as calm as a lake. Yet, simple words from Dyon completely infuriated them for some reason.

They didn’t realize that they had subconsciously placed Dyon on their level, and in some cases, above them. This was the only way his words could have possibly affected them so easily.

“Let me guess. You feel aggrieved? The fluffy tailed one probably dangled a nice piece of meat in front of you all, so you couldn’t resist, hm?

“Hm, if I were to make a guess, he probably used the Goldeen and Crow Clans, am I right?”

The blazing gold flames of the Golden Crow sent out a raging torrent of heat. Maybe if Dyon’s body wasn’t so powerful, he really could have burned to ash just from this temper flare.

“Seems I hit the nail on the head. Oh, this is fun, let’s keep going.

“He probably brought in a few of them and like a kitten to catnip, your Golden Crow Clan scurried over with your tails between your legs right? You were probably so eager to seek revenge against that pitiful human Clan who betrayed you all. So blinded by your own stupidity, you didn’t even realize it was a trap.

“Well, at least you got what you wanted, right? You might be a dog instead of a mighty mythical bird, but I’m sure the Goldeen and Crow Clans are gone now, hm? Maybe that’ll help you sleep a bit better at night in your little puppy bed.”

“I’LL KILL YOU!”

“Tsk, what a temper. And here I thought dragons had anger management issues…”

Dyon’s amused expression turned cold.

“Since you’re still too cowardly to take action, I’ll help you out.”

A palm suddenly shuttled through the void, breaking through space and slamming against Dyon’s back. However, the latter didn’t move forward even a single inch.  

At that moment, even the normal looking young man’s expressionless gaze widened with shock.

Dyon’s cultivation plummeted. No, it didn’t plummet… It was completely severed.