Chapter 1108 - 2 out of 10 (1) (2/2)

The naming of the levels of intents weren't empty. When one reached one with body, they would truly become the embodiment of their will. For swordsmasters, they'd constantly exude a sharp aura, as though their every step could slice apart the very air before them. It didn't just increase attack power, but also defense and speed. This was the benefit of reaching the one with body state.

The family heads could only shake their heads and sigh. They had come here to take Dyon away, but this Master was too hot-headed.

By the time the sword qi disappeared, the world was completely silent. Many expected Dyon's body to split in half where it stood. Maybe the attack was so quick and powerful that even Dyon hadn't realized he had died yet.

Yet, when Dyon's hand moved to fix the wrinkles in his disciple robes, everyone felt that they had fallen into a dream world. Some even pinched themselves to see if this was still the real world.

Two seconds. Three seconds. Five seconds.

By now, everyone was sure that nothing had happened to Dyon. He was actually completely fine!

”For the Master of a sect, your comprehension of sword intent is pitiful.” Dyon spoke with disdain, not a single hint of respect in his voice.

At that moment, a slight worry flashed in Violet's eyes. All of this happened because of her, if her father suffered because she couldn't handle getting rejected, how would she face him?

But, when she looked around and saw the countless experts here, she breathed out in relief. Even if Dyon's wings were powerful, he wouldn't escape today.

The Master's eyes reddened with rage, however before he could attack again, he was stopped by the priests and Mother of The Cathedral. They gave him a meaningful glance, as though reminding him of the situation.

Dyon found this situation quite funny when he thought about it. With the tower spirit's help, he could replay exactly what happened that day for all to see. On top of that, he could do what Violet least wanted and project her n.a.k.e.d body for everyone to see. But, he wanted to wait for the perfect time before he did that.

Seeing Dyon's smirk, the Master felt like his heart was going to combust from the inside out. How could any father withstand such a thing?

By now, Arthurian was sneering too. He believed that his family background had saved him, so how couldn't he be complacent. But, his Uncle sent him a glare that made him involuntarily take a step back. Arthurian might not understand, but he did. For Violet to not expose him, she would surely make the Caedes family pay a heavy price. They'd have to hand over valuable resources just because of his little nephew.

”I'm truly interested.” Dyon said with a smile. ”Can I see your evidence? I'd also like to hear your story.”