928 Rules 2 (1/2)

”I didn't know that mere 1st stage essence gatherers had become so cocky these days. My horizons have truly been widened.”

The black robed youth was ordinary in appearance, except for the fact he had long maroon hair and blazing red eyes that made him look more like a demon than a human. He even had an oppressive slaughtering aura that surrounded him that made Dyon raise an eyebrow.

Those who followed the slaughter path were rare. In fact, this was the first of them Dyon had met that wasn't Ava's father, Head Sicarius.

Of course, considering the Sicarius family was, at its core, a family of assassins, this path of choice made sense for them. However, it was still impressive for someone from this backwater quadrant to manage to follow such a path. It seemed that if he was born in a better environment, he would be a much more known character.

'Those black robes… A core disciple huh? Interesting.' Dyon smiled. He could tell that this murderous young man wasn't planning on appearing, however Dyon's cocky words had aggravated him.

The moment this young man appeared, a mixture of excitement and fear spread through the crowd of disciples.

”Isn't that Senior Brother Donari?”

”Sh, don't speak so loudly. I hear he's broken the no killing rule of our peaks dozens of times, yet the elders never punish him! Do you want to be next?”

”Not only did they not punish him, they even suggested he join senior brother Nikolaos as our second Legatee, but he declined, stating that this stage was too small for him!”

”Cocky?” Dyon responded, unperturbed. ”That's relative. For example, if I really don't deserve a participation spot, you might have a point. Unfortunately, you're a frog in a well. You should learn to choose your words better. The most those murderous red eyes of yours do to me is make me sympathize with the problems you must have getting a woman's consent.”

The crowd of disciples were stunned by Dyon's words. Even most elders didn't dare to talk to Donari in this way, let alone a 1st stage essence gatherer!

Dyon's eyes constricted into pins as he hastily titled his head to side. His hand shot upward, catching something that was about to fly by his head before it slipped out of his range between two of his fingers.

Seeing this scene, Donari's eyes narrowed just as the hand of a blue robed disciple behind him lowered.

”Interesting.” Dyon looked at the long needle between his fingers. ”Seems the Unseen Peak Inner Disciples are only so-so.”