Elder Daiyu dragged his feet, hardly being capable of movement. But, for some reason, the fire in his eyes had been lit. He had felt that pressure once before. It was the pressure that started all of this! If it wasn’t for that weapon, the Daiyu would never be in this situation because he would have been the one to marry the 25th White Mother!
“You… I’ll kill you!” Elder Daiyu roared before falling into a fit of coughing up blood. The arteries and veined he had just closed seemed intent on bursting apart. If he didn’t calm himself, he would lose control of his body.
He wasn’t being even remotely rational at this point. Even Patriarch Ragnor was confused – but, he dismissed it immediately thinking that Elder Daiyu was just angry because he was so severely injured by a member of the younger generation. How could Patriarch Ragnor know anything about the legend of the Dragon King? To him, Dyon just had some amazing treasures.
To Elder Daiyu, though, they weren’t struggling because of Dyon at all, because Dyon was gone the moment he took up the weapon. He wouldn’t believe that Dyon grasped control of the Dragon King’s weapon, nor would he listen to such an explanation.
How many thousands of dragons and qilins had once tried to conquer this weapon? All of them vastly more powerful than Dyon. Why would he accept such a thing?!
This was the first time Elder Daiyu lost himself in anger. This entire time, Dyon could tell that he was holding back and being apprehensive. His attacks weren’t nearly as vicious and pointed as Patriarch Ragnors. But now? There was no sympathy in his actions.
During that time, just as King Acacia had said, there were three outstanding geniuses of the Daiyu who were competing for the chance to marry the 25th White Mother. And yet, there was only Elder Daiyu left.
That wasn’t because of the passage of time. Nor was it because of the war. No. There was only him left because the Dragon King had killed the other two! Elder Daiyu’s very own blood brothers!
Dyon writhed on the top of his celestial puppet, unable to grasp his bearings. His manifestations had shimmered out of existence, unable to maintain their forms. With them went his Imperial Asura’s Eye. If it wasn’t for Elder Daiyu being so heavily injured, Dyon wouldn’t even have a way to see his movements.
“Black Jade Body: Stage 9!” Elder Daiyu had never once used an attack technique on Dyon. All of his movements had been for control and tiring him out. But, all he saw was red now.
The Black Jade body… A legacy technique exclusive to the Daiyu and one that Chenglei had previously used in his fight against Dyon. This was the very technique that required all of the concentration of one’s yang to fuel not only their bodily constitution, but also their will comprehension.
That said, Chenglei’s mastery of the technique was akin to an ant when compared to his grandfather.
Elder Daiyu had long since had his dao shattered, causing his cultivation to plummet in all aspects. If he hadn’t diverted his obscenely domineering bodily cultivation into preserving his life force, he would have died centuries ago. This was why despite having formerly been a dao formation expert and a dragon, his body was so pitifully weak.
However, he no longer cared about such restrictions. Right in front of him was the man he hated more than the entity itself. A man he would give up everything to kill.
“I’ll tear you limb from limb!” Elder Daiyu’s body burst into larger and larger sizes. Domineering black scales erupted onto his body as the wound that housed the location of his lost arm began to furiously pump.
2 meters… 3 meters… 5 meters… 10 meters…. 20 meters!
Elder Daiyu’s height surged into the skies. Massive bat-like wings burst from his back as his lost arm inexplicably grew back!
His veins bulged. His every step rocking the inner world. Heavy stomps continuously grew closer to Dyon and his puppet.