BXBX NOVEL Chapter 2231 Bright
Chapter 2231 Bright
"You… You can increase the strengths of techniques directly using my soul? Why the hell didn\'t you tell me this earlier? I would have squashed Emytheus like a bug."
The Soul Tome trembled as though to say \'didn\'t you think I was useless\'?
Dyon stepped forward as though he really was about to rip out its pages, causing the Soul Tome to have no choice but to hurriedly explain itself to avoid being humiliated. Having its pages ripped out was no different to a woman being stripped bare.
\'So that\'s how it is…\'
Dyon finally understood. He had known that the treasures of the 33 heavens would become stronger and display their abilities after coming back to their home plane, but he didn\'t know it would be this heaven defying.
Just then, he executed a dao grade technique… but it was no weaker than a mystic grade technique! The technique he had used was of the peak dao grade, yet when executed, it was almost at the middle mystic grade. That meant that when the Soul Tome was present when using a technique, it could raise the technique\'s strength by a step and a part half!
Maybe the best part was that Dyon could use the Soul Tome wantonly in this place. Though these puppets seemed incredibly real, they were still puppets in the end. Even if by some miracle someone was really able to see through the shroud of his immortal sense and realize what kind of treasure the Soul Tome was, it didn\'t matter.
But, was such a thing even possible? After his soul strengthened, Dyon could display the strength of a 6th stage Spiritual Sage. The number of individuals who could see through his immortal sense were so few that they could be counted in the tens of thousands. Compared to the population of the immortal plane, the likelihood of meeting such a person really was too low.
At that moment, Dyon\'s eyes narrowed. This time, it really was because someone powerful had come.
An old man dressed exactly as one would expect a butler to dress slowly walked through the front entrance of the brothel. His expression was calm as he swept his gaze through the carnage, almost disregarding Dyon entirely before his gaze settled on the latter as though trying to see through him.
Though he could be considered an old man, he still managed to carry a handsome air with him. His greying hair was slicked back with gel, his jaw was sharp and clean shaven, and his hands were clasped behind his back, allowing a broad, powerful chest to lead his steps.
The flaps of his suit gently hovered in the air before resting and shooting back up again. Dyon was sure that if his hands weren\'t clasped behind his back, it would definitely be possible to see the white gloves on his hands. He was the perfect stereotype from head to toe.
"You came to provoke my underground world?" The butler said indifferently.
"I guess you could look at it like that. But since I respect my elders, I think it\'s better if senior looks at this like a child crying out for attention. I only want to join your organization, but I\'m too prideful to start from the bottom, so I had to prove myself a bit first."
If those who knew Dyon heard his words, their lips would definitely twitch incessantly. Respect his elders? Dyon? It could be said that he was the least likely to do such a thing in all of existence. It was already good if he didn\'t unzip his pants to piss on their graves.
However, this butler didn\'t know this. So, though his expression still seemed indifferent, those with sharp gazes could see that he had eased up a bit. At the very least, the killing intent he hid like a sword in its sheath had waned the smallest bit.
This was simply the way of the martial world, and it was all the more exaggerated in an underground crime world like this one. The strong were respected and the weak were abandoned. Dyon was young, ambitious, and most importantly: Strong! Such a thing was an asset no matter where he went.
Though he was a bit overbearing, which talented youth didn\'t have a bit of arrogance?
Still, if the old man let things slide so easily, it would be difficult to rein in the disappointment of the others. Though he disdained to do such things, he was helpless. After all, not everyone was as talented as Dyon. The foundation of any organization would be made up of these lesser people, so it was important to appease them.
"While I appreciate your talent, young man. You should exercise forbearance in your every action. Had you not killed them, we would have still had room for discussion. But, since you have, there are consequences."
Dyon was a bit helpless in this regard as well. He hadn\'t planned on killing them, it was just that the Soul Tome had hidden its true abilities so he overcompensated.
At that moment, the Soul Tome vibrated again as though pleading its case. Dyon had suddenly pulled it out after ignoring it for several decades, when would it have had the time to explain anything?
The old butler lightly tapped his foot and appeared before Dyon.
Dyon sighed. "[World. Cage.]
Little Rain\'s body shot from Dyon\'s arm, shooting toward the ground then suddenly rapidly wrapping around Dyon\'s body. However, it couldn\'t be considered a cocoon. Dyon\'s form could still very clearly be seen through several gaps.