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Book 11: Chapter 70: Patterns (3)

Did something go wrong? Their branch Clan on the surface shouldn’t dare to betray them. On top of that, they should even have a bit of fear toward them. After all, they were their ticket to rising up in the world.

After trillions of years, what level of deterioration had they faced? Or rather, should they have faced? The fact they could survive now could only be due to measures provided by the main clan.

On top of that, how could there not be contingency plans put in place just in case they decided to rebel? Any fool would be able to understand that no plan taking over so long would be without such a thing. Yet, he still dared to act so brazenly?

If the commander was stunned, much less needed to be said about his subordinates.

Their formerly playful demeanors turned to frowns. It was only then they realized something that had made their own commander apprehensive.

Why was it that four supreme beauties had been standing right there… yet they seemed to only be able to see Dyon? As though their instincts were screaming at them to not focus on anything else but him…?

Dyon’s gaze swept around the general area once more. Seeing that there was nothing left to analyze, he took a step forward.

“Let’s go, we may see something interesting.”

Dyon smiled, the gentle curve of his lips seemingly dissipating all of the pressure that had been building up in the room. The only problem was that this smile wasn’t for them, but rather, for his wives behind him.

The commander was startled awake by Dyon’s sudden movement.

“Please wait. The appropriate authorities have been contacted already. They should be on their way now.”

“A pity.” Dyon said blandly. “I don’t feel like waiting. I believe that they should have known that I would be arriving long ago, yet they still haven’t. If I continue to wait for them, doesn’t that mean that I’ve accepted that they look down on me?”

“This…” The commander suddenly felt uncomfortable.

He had been supremely confident just moments ago, but this boy seemed to have taken control of the situation in an instant.

Dyon continued to walk forward, passing by the commander without much thought and directly out toward the city beyond. It wasn’t long before his eyes landed upon exactly what he had seen before. However, the great city was obstructed by a high city wall, cutting the barren wasteland they stood in from their civilization.

Clara sighed. “Why do you insist on angering everyone you come across?”

Dyon laughed. “Who asked them to look down on me?”

“They weren’t looking down on you, they were looking down on Valen.” Clara rolled her eyes.

Dyon only grinned, pretending not to know the difference.

Since he was here in Valen’s place, he might as well fight for some of their dignity back. Weren’t they a Clan of his Kingdom? Infringing on the dignity of his Mortal Empire was a big no. Until he personally kicked them out, they couldn’t leave even if they wanted to. For now, their face was his face as well.

Dyon lifted up into the air, completely oblivious to the shocked gazes of the warriors who had rushed after him.

“This…”

The warriors suddenly felt a cold sweat pour down from their backs.

Flying on the mortal plane required the strength of an Essence Gatherer… On the Ancient Battlefield, the requirements were so stringent that only Higher Existences had the stamina necessary to sustain it… But in this place… Only Overlords could barely lift an inch off the ground! Yet Dyon was already several dozen meters in the air!

Suddenly Dyon paused, he looked back, a sweeping wind qi surging from his body as he brought his wives along.

To be able to lift so high into the air… Only three facet Overlords could do so!

‘This is impossible… Impossible! He was definitely only a Dao Expert!’

When he saw how easily Dyon raised his wives into the air, the commander almost passed out.

What he didn’t know was that the Ancient Battlefield was Dyon’s constitution world. They were all essentially tenants in his abode. How could it be as difficult for him to fly as it was for them? Not only was Dyon stronger within the Ancient Battlefield than he was on the mortal plane, he was especially strong in his wills.

Just as Dyon was about to soar over and enter the city walls, the very entourage he had been expecting this whole time finally appeared.

At the helm, there was a middle aged woman with a mature beauty to her. Her hair was a delicate light red, almost to the point of being pink but not quite. Her gown fluttered like wings to her back and her pupils shimmered with an intelligent and soft amber.

Much like the others, she had dragon-like scales just below her eyes and upon her cheeks. However, they were far thicker and brighter than that of the commander below. In addition, hers were the same gentle red color as her hair.

There was a small shock in her eyes when she saw just how high Dyon had flown, but it was covered by a thick veil of calmness. If it wasn’t for Dyon’s right eye, he would have completely missed this subtle difference.