BXBX NOVEL Chapter 1107 Single Move
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.
Hearing these words, Percival burst into an uproarious laughter. He was just as boisterous as the previous Sir Ulric… But, fortunately for him, he was behind the protection of a strong protective array.
Still, before he could even finish his mock laughter and speak whatever condescending words he had planned, a massive red array appeared behind Dyon.
It happened so quickly that many missed its formation, but it was impossible to ignore its intricate ruby red structure, nor the overwhelming killing intent that exuded from it.
Blood seeped from Dyon\'s mouth after this array formed, but he didn\'t seem to notice. "[Second Judgement: Torment]."
The word judgement seemed to permeate all of their thoughts, taking over their minds and stymieing their individuality.
Dyon\'s senior brother, the very first disciple of his grand teacher, disdained the idea that the soul couldn\'t influence battle prowess. As such, he created a set of attacks and named them judgement, symbolizing a massive middle finger to people he saw as no more than fools.
The first judgement, carnage, was the King of the weapon\'s hell array, wielding the strength of a second-grade celestial with absolute ease. However, Dyon could at most form a half a dozen to a dozen of those before he completely collapsed. This number raised to about two dozen after he solidified his soul cultivation.
However, even then, the second judgement, torment, was still out of his abilities to cast. Unlike its counter part, it was more than ten times more powerful, forming the devil\'s glaive instead of an intricately carved bloody spear.
Still, the judgement technique is relative. Its power isn\'t set, but rather, changes depending on soul strength. While the first judgement was comparable to a second-grade middle celestial, the second judgement was comparable to a second-grade high celestial! The difference was enormous!
Truth be told, the second grade wasn\'t the limit of these judgements. How could they be? It was just that Dyon purposefully allowed flaws to be introduced into the arrays, lowering the stamina cost significantly. He simply wasn\'t meant to use these techniques before he entered the dao realm…
But, how could Dyon care in this situation? Without hesitation, he used the second judgement, causing a bloody glaive with a body more than a hundred meters long and blade so thick and wide that it nearly dwarfed the defensive wall, to appear in the skies.
In the next instant, the world was blinded by a flash of red. Illusory skeletons creeped up from the ground, the screams of tortured victims could be vaguely heard even as the lush green grass was replaced by an illusory river of blood.
At that moment, Dyon\'s life span fell by another more than one hundred years as a translucent, calm green dao array formed in the skies, spanning ten meters wide.
His life span then fell again, shaving off more than five hundred years, as a ten-meter-wide illusory dao array that seemed carved of rock crystal appeared, sometimes reflecting pinks and violets, and other times being completely colorless.
The two arrays stacked upon each other, one in front of the other as they stood before the slowly manifesting glaive.
The hearts of the two Kings seized. \'One with Dao wind and crystal will?!\'
In the end, they could only bitterly smile. Underestimating a true god was simply foolish. Even as kings who lived more than 2000 years their highest-level will was of the 7th intent level, let alone having two 9th level intents, they didn\'t even have one 8th level intent.
There was no time to lament their lack of talent, nor was there any opportunity to understand what it was Dyon was doing. Before they could even react, the bloody glaive had shot forward at incomprehensible speeds.
Sonic booms rang through the air as suppressed air currents blasted the organized armies hundreds of meters away.
The moment the glaive passed through the wind dao array, its speed more than tripled. However, when it passed through the crystal away, its bloody body gained a crystalline sheen along with its aura more than doubling.
It was at that moment that a 100-meter dao array coated with black and white flames appeared before the defensive wall.
Flames of white surged, yet there was no heat. Instead, a comfortable feeling filled the soldiers on the wall with an eerie sense of comfort that almost made them forget that they were in a war.
BOOM!
The massive glaive tore through the comet level array as though it was nothing more than paper.
The Kings trembled in shock as they could only watch a defensive wall that had stood for millennia crumble to nothingness.
Knights standing on the wall fell from the skies, unable to stop themselves amid the destruction despite being saints.
The array was simply no match for Dyon. Not only had he aimed for a weakness, the purification characteristic of his white flames was more potent that even celestial will of the supreme law level… Even if it had been a moon level array, it was doomed to fall before him!
"Bring Percival here now, or face the consequences." Dyon\'s layered voice was deadpan. Although his soul energy had been completely depleted from that attack, he didn\'t seem to notice as the Energy Core surged.
In a single move, the mighty Grand Templar wall had been brought to its knees.
Percival trembled with rage. To be slapped in the face like this was nothing less than a severe hit to his prestige. The array he was so confident in hadn\'t even lasted a single strike!
It didn\'t make any sense. Secondary professions were structured and ranked such that those of a level corresponding to a certain cultivation level were able to aid those a step above. For example, a Grandmaster is the equivalent of a saint, however, they\'re able to create and forge things useful for celestials.
The fact that this was a comet level array, corresponding to the lower and middle celestial levels, meant that even a peak celestial shouldn\'t have been able to destroy it so easily. In fact, the array was built to survive under the attacks of a dozen peak celestials for months! Yet that very same array fell in a single strike!