Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1063 Claw. Bite. Raw.

Chapter 1063 Claw. Bite. Raw.

The darkened skies rolled, causing the once pitch black to radiate outward with a b.l.o.o.d.y red.

"I've met stupid people before, but this is the first time I've met so many in a single place." Dyon sneered as the blood red spear between his hands grew longer. With each pa.s.sing moment, it was as though his image and that of a Demon Lord were slowly fusing and finally becoming one.

Dyon's gaze suddenly quickly s.h.i.+fted from Sokzac, completely ignoring him and focusing on the Mother who he could clearly see was trying to escape while everyone was distracted.

After feeling the power of Dyon's "backer", the Mother realized that this situation had gone south. She had hoped that Sokzac would kill Dyon in their confrontation, then everything could go back to normal. But, she realized that her thinking was too na?ve.

She knew that there was no way Dyon would let her live. Not only had she sullied the t.i.tle of his master, she was the creator of Soul Market! If it wasn't for her, it wouldn't have ever existed to begin with!

Thus, not only had she disrespected his master, she had also ruined the reputation of the land he was meant to inherit.

If she didn't escape now, there was only death waiting for her.

However, just when she was a mere few dozen meters from disappearing over the horizon and toward Cathedral City's teleportation stations, a voice suddenly drifted into her ears that caused her to shudder.

"Where the h.e.l.l do you think you're going?"

With Dyon's soul now unleashed, his senses were increased to their peak. How could anyone escape him, let alone a mere 5th grade celestial?

Dyon's hands spread to their utmost limits, separating to reveal a spear s.h.i.+ning as though it was crafted out of the finest rubies. Its surface was lined with intricate black patterns, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with killing intent. And, to make matters more shocking, it exuded the aura of a second-grade celestial!

The spear hovered before Dyon, bobbing gently as everyone followed Dyon's line of sight.

At that moment, the ten thousand golden arrays in the sky suddenly disappeared, appearing and surrounding the Mother in an instant.

The Mother panicked, screeching unwillingly as she output her strongest attacks.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A rain of attacks landed without end all while Dyon looked on coldly as though none of this had anything to do with him.

A cold s.h.i.+ver ran down the spine of those watching as the disheveled and b.l.o.o.d.y appearance of the Mother appeared.

She stood in the air, huffing and puffing as her old bones shone through a wall of blood and gore. She looked like nothing more than a hovering corpse.

Dyon lightly tapped the end of the b.l.o.o.d.y spear that hovered before him, causing it to spin and stop in an instant, pointing directly at the half dead "White Mother".

It was at that point that everyone suddenly understood something. Hundreds of gazes snapped toward Dyon, filled with respect and fear.

Dyon sneered. "It took you long enough. [First Judgement: Carnage]!

With a light tap to its b.u.t.t, the blood red spear blasted through the air, tearing through s.p.a.ce itself as it appeared before the half-dead White Mother.

Pu

Half of her face disappeared in a rain of blood that immediately disintegrated into nothingness.

The other half of her face showed a clear look of disbelief as the final thing she saw before her vision blackened was Dyon's sneer.

At that moment, just as the Mother fell from the skies, everyone suddenly understood.

The Supreme Expert wasn't Dyon's backer at all… This was simply the level of power a True G.o.d had… This was simply the level of power True G.o.d Sacharro had…

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"Comfortable! So comfortable." The smile on Dyon's face refused to die down. He finally felt that he had the world at his grasp. If he used all of his trump cards, he felt that even a higher Celestial would succ.u.mb to him.

Of course, Dyon was speaking in terms of first grade celestials. Those below that standard would definitely not enter his eyes at all. If it was a second grade celestial, Dyon felt that even a peak celestial wouldn't be able to stop him if he used all of his trump cards, let alone the third grade ones here.

If someone who knew Dyon's secrets heard his thoughts, they'd roll their eyes. It went without saying he wouldn't fear such high-level experts if he used all of his trump cards, after all, his trump cards included four weapons of the 33 heavens. If he couldn't accomplish at least that much, wouldn't it be too pathetic? The reputation of those weapons would be too useless at that point.

Dyon would never casually use those weapons, though. Without sufficient power, the knowledge of him having even one would bring tragedy. However, it just felt good knowing that if push came to shove, he had various means available to him.

With a clap, Dyon refocused on Sokzac. "Let's continue!"

In that moment, the saber once more appeared in Dyon's hand. Unfortunately, he still wasn't as skilled as his master and had no means of creating his own training iron weapons. If he could, it could only be imagined how devastating his weapon's h.e.l.l arrays would become. Luckily, he didn't have to with his master by his side.

However, the moment the saber touched Dyon's hand, everything changed. It was as though everything he couldn't understand became clear, as though he had spent his entire life with a saber in hand.

'To move forward, to hack everything in your path, to be sinister, to be filled with rage! There is no elegance of the sword in the art of the saber, there is no dance, no music, no pomp and circ.u.mstance! There is only the will to battle!'

Unleashed to its fullest, Dyon's weapon's master will descended into the world in full force for the very first time.

A brilliant armor that seemed to be forged of crystal and diamond coated Dyon's body. The armor seemed illusory, fading in and out of existence, but it hardly harmed its imposing aura at all.

Within Dyon's mind's eye, the Battle Prince trembled, his fists clenching. 'He's actually mastered such a will… Truly worth following!'

It had been countless millions of years since anyone had comprehended the Weapon's Master will. The requirements were simply too stringent. Even after earning the Battle Prince t.i.tle, he hadn't even stepped into the threshold.

However, this young man of barely 33 years of age had done so.

It hadn't been even remotely easy. Dyon had to fight a battle to the death with two experts far above his cultivation level, yet still have the confidence and unending will for victory within him to still find a path to victory. This was why this legendary will had chosen him.

After two decades of being sealed, it had finally come out to display its might to the world.

Seeing Dyon's s.h.i.+ning armor, Sokzac's battle intent soared. The one thing in his life that he would never be was a coward. Even when Dyon's judgement array filled him with fear, he was still willing to fight. However, he was simply in over his head.

To shut up the voices that nagged about his uselessness, he had forcibly stepped into the celestial realm too early, causing him to only fill 102 meridians. Although he had vented his anger, he had ruined his foundation.

Much of the reason he agreed to take on this dangerous mission other than to steal Lilith's heart, was to find a targeted cultivation cleansing pill that could bring him back to the saint stage. He knew that if he wanted to take over Nightmare Palace, he couldn't allow his foundation to have any hint of imperfection until he was stepping into the dao formation realm.

To step into the celestial realm with first grade cultivation was enough to prove Sokzac's talent. And now, his willingness to step before Dyon bravely proved his heart. Despite being his enemy, Dyon still felt respect for this foe.

"You'll be the first I defeat without that d.a.m.ned seal." Dyon's eyes brimmed with eagerness. "Come!"

Dyon flashed forward, his speed simply incomparable to before. Now that he had access to his supreme laws once more, he had seamlessly stepped into the one with world level, melding with the wind with ease. That didn't even mention the fact he directly incorporated his wind will into his galloping steps. Although it was impossible to perfectly fuse them, having them simply add to each other was enough.

In the blink of an eye, he and Sokzac had exchanged more than a hundred blows. Everyone watching knew that if Dyon used his soul, this battle would end quickly. However, Dyon stuck to his word. He said he would defeat Sokzac with a saber and that was what he intended to do!

With just a brief exchange in what amounted to a mere half minute, Dyon's [Saber Tiger Three Stances] directly broke through to the small success stage, then the large success. Suddenly, learning weapon type techniques had become as easy as breathing. Although his Weapon's Master will was still of the first will stage, no one had the heart to laugh, they could only feel their hearts palpitate as they watched the true incarnation of a War G.o.d.

From within the tower, the tower spirit watched on with bright eyes. No one could tell what it was thinking, but it seemed to not want to miss even a single moment.

"Claw! Bite! Roar!" Dyon switched between his stances seamlessly as the thunderclaps of Sokzac's technique rang through the skies.

The tiger images shattered every time without fail, but they seemed to grow through a tempering each time, coming back more corporeal and stronger.

Dyon's senses were sharp. He saw and felt every s.h.i.+ft of Sokzac's eyes, every twitch of his muscles, every intention in his heart.

Those who watched could only look on in shock. To watch a technique grow from the initial stage to the large success in less than a minute… How could they hold their heads high in the future?