Chapter 892: Diapers are Cool (1/2)

Ten kilometers away from where the Ribbon Sect incident happened was a group of people led by a man wearing armored spikes. He was a bulky giant, even in his human form, spanning a height of four meters.

He had an imposing presence. The air he breathed out contained a feeling of dominance, something only one who had been in power for a considerable time would possess. He had a small team with him, only numbering four.

Though, that was more than enough battle strength for them. After all, all five of them possessed Spiritual Incarnations. They were a group of staggeringly imposing powerhouses. The man wearing the armored spikes heard the collective shout of the Ribbon Sect, snorting in disdain as he said, ”Those guys are at it again. Strength in numbers is useless against us.”

”It should be the Seamstress. We shouldn't underestimate her,” the man standing right behind him said. ”If we do, we'll have our asses handed to us by her, just like last time.”

”Did you just retort me?” The man wearing the armored spikes turned around as veins popped on his forehead as he asked, ”You dare?”

Before the other man could say anything, the man wearing the armored spikes punched the other man in the gut, causing it to bleed. The blood flowed out nonstop and formed a pool on the ground, turning him into a withered husk. Unable to endure having all his essence sucked away, the man's body crumbled into dust.

”That's what you get for trying to retort me.” He snorted in disdain, looking as if the dust on the ground was beneath all the other dust in the region. He then swerved his gaze at the other three standing beside him as he told them, ”It's a warning for you three as well. Don't get on my nerves.”

Unfortunately for him, the three people didn't seem to care as they simultaneously turned their heads to gaze at the dirt on the ground. As the man wearing the armored spikes followed their line of sight, he ended up gazing at the dust on the ground, only to realize his vision had turned black the next second.

A fist had exited the dust and slammed right in the dead center of his face, sending him flying straight towards a Predominated Vine. Though, before he collided with the vines, one of the three that had been standing beside him appeared behind him and grabbed hold of him, returning him to their prior spot.

She then dumped him on the ground before returning to her spot. The man wearing the armored spikes then had his face planted in the ground, right on the dust.

”It stinks!” he cursed out as he lifted his head, slapping his nose with his hands in a flurry as his face turned pale. His expression morphed into one of despair as he saw the dust on the ground condense into a pair of butt cheeks before being covered by a piece of cloth.

Soon, the figure of the man who retorted him climbed out from it and recondensed his dust figure into his human self before saying, ”Your edgelord play sucks. The next time you do it to me, you'll experience something even worse.”

”Fuck you! I'll do it no matter what.” the man wearing the armored spikes cursed in return as he exhaled air from his nose as much as he could in an effort to expel the stench from his nostrils.

He wailed around for a minute before recovering from the setback, teary-eyed as he glared at the man standing before him, saying, ”I'm a Prince. You should treat me with the respect my dignity deserves.”

”You lost all your dignity the day you walked around wearing diapers,” the man snapped back. ”Just be happy that I'm still accompanying you with your cringe-worthy performances.”

”Fuck you! Diapers are cool!” the man wearing the armored spikes cursed once again as he looked at the other three that had been silent from the start and asked, ”Right?”

They just swerved their heads in other directions, treating as if the question wasn't directed at them.

”…fine, let's get going then.” The man wearing the armored spikes gave up in the end, turning around as he began to walk through the path.

The man behind him pointed at the group of bandits that had been bound beside them all along and asked, ”What do you want to do with them?”

”Hmm?” The man wearing the armored spikes turned around to see more than one hundred bandits tied up and constricted on the ground. A formless energy of sorts seemed to be suppressing them from moving, so all they could do was remain like statues.

Eventually, he gave his verdict with a wave of his hands, ”We've already looted them dry. They serve no purpose to me. You can do whatever you want with them, or you can throw them at the Predominated Vines and see what happens. At the very least, that would be a good show to watch.”

”I'll do that, then.” The lady that saved him before then took action, causing a change in the suppression as she changed the structure of her Godly Energy to resemble each and every bandit while lifting them.

Followed by a light grunt, she threw them in batches towards the Predominated Vines that were growing atop the canyon walls.

Followed by a small arc, a bandit soon collided into a Predominated Vine. The Godly Energy covering him was similar to the godly energy circulating in his body, so the Predominated Vine misunderstood it to be his, immediately latching onto him.