Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1726 Beloved Son

Chapter 1726 Beloved Son

To now, Dyon was flooded with talents all around him. His wives, his friends, his subordinates, each seemed more outstanding than the last. Maybe due to some good karma he had acc.u.mulated in a last life, he had always had people he could rely on around him.

This was the first time that this wasn't the case… And it greatly troubled him.

Could he face the other tower quadrants with such a pitiful lineup of subordinates? What of the Outer Powers? Even worse, what of the descent of the Ancient Battlefield and the countless conspiracies brewing around it?

No… Could he even face the Ragnors with these individuals as his foundation?

Dyon sighed. He was definitely right. Setting a distant 110-year timeline would be foolish. If he didn't fundamentally change the makeup of this quadrant, they would have no chance once the battlefield descended. Just like the previous timeline, they'd be wiped from the face of the Mortal Plane.

Suddenly, Dyon's head looked up from the battlefield, watching a single figure rush toward him.

It seemed the Pseudo Dao experts were laughing amongst themselves. But, an elder must have told them that they wanted to end the battle early, so they were forced to move.

While the rest of them moved to slaughter the 'easy pickings' that were Dyon's warriors, a single one rushed toward Dyon. They probably disdained to gang up on Dyon but somehow found slaughtering saints and celestials perfectly acceptable.

Dyon frowned. "Weren't my words clear enough? I said that no one above the Peak Celestial Realm can partic.i.p.ate."

The pseudo-dao expert rus.h.i.+ng toward Dyon sneered, his hooked nose wrinkling with disgust and disdain.

It was at that moment that Patriarch Raven suddenly realized something. That face… He recognized it. Wasn't that?!

"I said…!" Dyon's voice boomed, a shock wave of sound pushed outward so fiercely that the pseudo dao expert who disdained to answer suddenly felt his ears rupture.

In the next instant, his head began to vibrate uncontrollably. Everything was happening in a mere split second, but his thinking speed was so fast as a pseudo-dao expert that he felt every moment of his head splitting like a watermelon.

"… That no one above the Peak Celestial Realm will partic.i.p.ate!"

A barrier of qi suddenly appeared before the near 10 000 charging pseudo dao experts, sending them flying backward in a rain of their own blood.

Patriarch Raven trembled in both shock and rage. This was the man who killed his beloved son!

The elders stood frozen in shock. Even the four strongest amongst them, the only dao experts of their Clan aside from their Grand Elder, were unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

Could they repel ten thousand pseudo dao experts so easily? The answer was a resounding no.

"He's the b.a.s.t.a.r.d who killed my Balor! How is that possible?!"

Patriarch Raven roared with rage. He couldn't be controlled, even though the Clan elders wanted to stop him, he charged forward.

"Tch." Dyon's lips curled with disdain. If it was so easy to make their leader come out in this way, what did he waste so much time preparing for? He knew that the Patriarch of the Raven Clan was a hardheaded fool who only knew who to act on his impulses and probably couldn't even spell logic, let alone use it. But did he have to make such a pitiful display?

Dyon's current battle combat strength was beyond imagining for this small Patriarch. Dyon believed that, even now, he could battle a 6th Stage Dao Expert without losing out. If others heard his thoughts, they might faint from shock.

A single stage in the dao realm was an inconceivable difference. The gap was more exaggerated than even the difference between a lower and middle celestial. For Dyon to be able to fight ahead by 6 stages, while being a pseudo dao expert, it was enough for one to curse the Heavens for being unfair.

One had to remember that the only reason Amphorae was able to defeat Glorianice was because Glorianice faced heavy suppression within Soul Universe.

But, Patriarch Raven probably felt that he was infallible. He was a mighty middle dao expert at such a youthful age, he was barely over 300 000 years old! Such cultivation speed was unheard of, only matched by his son who Dyon had killed!

Unfortunately for Patriarch Raven, when Dyon measured his own combat prowess as a Peak Middle Dao expert, he wasn't comparing himself to a middling second grade dao formation cultivator like Patriarch Raven, he was comparing himself to 9th Order geniuses!

Not only was Dyon of the 18th Order, his Presence was fused into every aspect of his being. In addition to this, the Raven Clan's universe was too weak, and as such, its suppression was perfectly negated by Dyon's inner world even without him projecting it outward. To add on top of this, Dyon now had his true energy cultivation talent, allowing him to perfectly fuse his qi and vital qi.

So… What would happen if a Second Grade Dao Formation beast charged toward Dyon in a fit of rage…?

Patriarch Raven suddenly felt as though he was gasping for air. He couldn't understand what was happening. He was in s.p.a.ce, wasn't he? Why did he feel like he needed to breathe, like he wanted to breathe?

Wait, what was this? This pain around his neck… It must be the reason he felt this way. Maybe if he just pushed with his qi to move out of his odd s.p.a.ce he'd feel fine again. He still had to kill that b.a.s.t.a.r.d who killed his son.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence. Their mighty patriarch seemed completely oblivious to what was happening to him, but they could see it clearly… Dyon's hand was firmly wrapped around his throat!

In an instant, Dyon had executed [One Inch. One Mile]. His movement speed was so fast that Patriarch Raven hadn't realized what happened even after blood stopped circulating to his head, causing his vision to blur and swim.

"Continue."

Dyon glanced back toward the battle. His words, once ignored by those of the Raven Clan, suddenly became undeniable law.