Chapter 1110 - 2 out of 10 (3) (1/2)
The three disciples along with Violet and Arthurian looked toward Dyon to see his reaction. They expected to see anger, rage, possibly helplessness and sadness, but all they saw was a young man trying his best to hold back his laughter.
Seeing Dyon's reaction, the crowd became more animated and heated with rage.
”Lock him up forever as tribute to senior sister Violet!”
”Castrate him!”
”Burn his name into the pillar of shame!”
Voices of dissent filled the core sect. While the men stood forward to defend Violet's honor, the women felt deeply disgusted by Dyon as they could wholly sympathize with Violet and her plight. Which of them hadn't had to deal with s.e.x.u.a.l harassment from a man stronger than them? Some of them had actually been r.a.p.ed by higher ranked disciples but didn't dare to come forward since they didn't have fathers as powerful as Violet did. So, they could only vent their anger on Dyon.
Dyon shook his head, trying to hold his laughter back. ”Alright. Alright. So, I tried to **** this woman, but your valiant senior brother saved her, right?”
The three disciples looked up at Dyon without a hint of shame in their eyes. ”That's right.”
”Do you mind explaining how that happened?”
The Master erupted into a fiery rage. ”Who are you?! Who do you think you are to question these brave witnesses? For them to step forward to condemn a core disciple as mere inner disciples, they have far more courage than a coward like you!”
Dyon shrugged. ”I just found the story funny because someone as weak as Arthurian has no chance of restraining me from doing what I want to do.”
At this point, the gaze of the Caedes family head turned cold. ”Do you believe that a mere interim core disciple like yourself has the ability to defeat someone who's held the title of first ranked disciple for so long?”
”Aiyah,” Dyon scratched the back of his head. ”So many biased individuals. Are you trying to pay me back for killing your pathetic son?”
”YOU!” The Caedes family head almost flew into a rage. He hadn't connected that person to this one until Dyon spoke. Now, he had even more reason to bury Dyon without cause.
”It's simple, really.” Dyon said with a shrug. ”Since your story says I was chased away by Arthurian, just let me fight him. I'd really like to see how such a coward stopped me.”
The Master frowned. Unlike everyone else, he was only here for the sake of his daughter, not some conspiracy. To him, the idea of a first ranked core disciple defeating an interim one made perfect sense, so why was Dyon so confident?
Suddenly, the Mother of the Cathedral spoke. ”You are quite silver tongued, evil doer. However, you've forgotten that the story also stipulates that your power abruptly increased due to the valley. It's already been two weeks since the valley was closed. It's obvious that you're only so confident because you've had more time to adapt to a legacy you accepted.”
Dyon began to clap. ”Well said, old bat. Well said. If you weren't so wrinkled and close to death, I might think of pressing you beneath me too.”
”HOW DARE YOU BLASPHEME THE WHITE MOTHER LIKE THIS?!” The priests of the Cathedral flew into a rage. Who dared to anger the Mother like this?!