久久大蕉香蕉免费

Book 10: Chapter 114: Fall (2)

Infuriated auras poured out.

Dyon wasn’t very surprised to see these individuals. He was well aware that they had been here the entire time. Where else would the secret space pocket of the Sprite Alliance be if not near their Capital? These individuals had been quietly watching this scene unfold for a long time already, but they hadn’t thought that Dyon would suddenly begin killing, and as such were one step late.

In the end, they could only watch as the elders of their Clans were killed one after another. Nearly four dozen Peak Dao Experts slaughtered like pigs. No matter how deep the foundations of the Sprite Alliance, there was no way they wouldn’t feel pain at such an event.

Though their foundations were definitely not impacted by this loss, it was a severe loss, nonetheless.

Numerous elders who had just taken part in their classified meeting poured out. However, there were only a handful worthy of capturing Dyon’s attention: the Great Elders of the Sprite Alliance.

Of them, the very weakest of within the 12^th

Dao Realm, with aspirations of one day challenging Heaven’s Staircase. However, they were the minority. The vast majority of Grand Elders were individuals with the strength of Fallen.

Those who managed to survive failing to climb Heaven’s Staircase were rare, this was true. However, consider for a moment just how many 12^th Stage Dao Formation Realm experts the Sprite Alliance would have produced in their existence. Every generation, there would easily be thousands if not tens of thousands. Of these individuals, one or two would always survive their failure by luck, allowing their numbers to rise up to their current number today.

This was the true strength of the Sprite Alliance. If it hadn’t been for their meeting, so many of them would not have gathered up in this one place. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that aside from the Supreme Leaders, this was the main strength of the Sprite Alliance right here!

“Stop crying little girl. Stand to dad’s side and watch him get revenge for you.” Dyon pretended as though he hadn’t noticed the appearance of these individuals and patted his daughter’s head lightly.

Alauna, who didn’t want to be a bother any longer quietly stood to the side, her eyes reddened with tears.

Dyon’s immortal sense had already seen through the situation clearly. There were thousands of Higher and Peak Dao Experts before him now, he couldn’t be bothered to count them all. To him, these individuals were already nothing but canon fodder unless they evoked their Faith. What he did pay attention to were the Fallen.

There were a total of 13 Fallen. It seemed that each of the four factions had 3, expect for the Armament Sprites who unsurprisingly had 4.

As for the roar of anger Dyon heard, it was from First Grand Elder Wuwaye, Bowaye’s master. It seemed he had quite the unstable temperament despite his disciple’s calmness.

However, before he could charge, he was stopped.

A Fallen Armament Sprite halted his charge.

“What is the meaning of this, Hastam swine?!”

The Fallen member of the Hastam Clan completely ignored Wuwaye, focusing instead on Dyon.

“What do you mean by all of this? Did you not just say that her words were your own? Why have you begun to kill? I believe your hour time limit is nowhere near completed.”

Alauna had just said that Dyon would give them an hour to produce someone worthy of speaking to him to give an apology. Yet, Dyon reneged on this so easily even after saying her words spoke for him. Since the situation had already reached this point, why not paint Dyon in a terrible light?

A man who could not even keep his own word was indeed one worthy of disdain. All pretenses had already been thrown away, but the Sprite Alliance still had to worry about its face! The matters of their attempted kidnapping of Alauna had already been spoken many times. If they managed to paint Dyon out to be a liar, it would be easier to refute this to the general public at a later date.

However, who knew that Dyon was not in the mood to play a game of words and politics with this dancing clown? As things stood now, he only wanted to do one thing…

Kill.

Seeing Dyon’s expressionless gaze meet his own, Fallen Hastam felt a shiver tear across his spine. Though he stood in the skies above Dyon, he felt as though he was an ant beneath his feet.

Dyon had already proved without a shadow of a doubt that he was a foolish choice by Luna. A Lower Dao Expert capable of slaughter over 40 Peak Dao Experts without any effort at all? Who cared about his age?

In fact, the fact Dyon was so young only made his future all the more fear inducing. What of when he crossed into the Middle Dao Realm? The Higher Dao Realm? God forbid the Half-Step Transcendent Realm? Wouldn’t he be undefeatable?

He had to die. This was the true reason he had to lose his life here. The face of the Sprite Alliance was already a none issue. They wouldn’t let Dyon off with the level of animosity he had toward them.

However… They had made one massive mistake.

‘It isn’t us who will no longer let him off… But him who will no longer let us off…’

“Chenglei!”

This was Dyon’s only response. A roar that shook the skies, a single name that seemed frozen in time.

Chenglei responded in an instant, his roar melding with Dyon’s and causing the Sprite Capital to tremble and quake, its foundational protection arrays shattering one after another.

His massive black scaled body snaked through the skies, carrying Dyon, Luna and Bowaye on his head.

Not far behind Chenglei, the four celestial beast babies appeared as well, their auras completely changed.

“Today… We kill!”