Chapter 1136 - Auction House (4) (1/2)

”You…” Elder Bowa looked stunned when he saw Dyon not because of any spectacular reason, but purely because he not only did not know who this young man was, he also sensed that Dyon was a mere 1st stage essence gatherer. He didn't even know how to properly react to this information.

It wasn't a surprise that he didn't recognize Dyon, after all, he was at Soul Market when the central bell was rung. Plus, although The Cathedral had a meeting pertaining to Dyon and his reveal as a member of the Jafari family, he hadn't taken part in that either.

That was when a sudden realization came over Elder Bowa. 'He must be one of the 3rd stage innate soul, soul slaves?'

He questioned this thought, though, mostly because Dyon was dressed too oddly.

Since the day he was taken in, Dyon's clothes hadn't changed. In fact, the massive stain of blood around his crotch was still there along with the numerous knife wounds. If his eyes weren't so sharp and his aura wasn't so imposing, many might think that he was half dead.

'Wait, those are Soul Rending Peak disciple robes!' Elder Bowa's eyes widened. He almost didn't recognize them because of the state they were in, but when he realized this, he became completely certain.

”You're Dyon Jafari.” Elder Bowa regained his calm as rubble began to roll below. Those who survived were slowly beginning to dig their way up.

”It's good you know so there's no confusion when I'm venting my rage.”

Elder Bowa, a usually stoic and silent man couldn't help but burst into laughter when he heard this. ”Do you believe that you've accomplished something? What does destroying the teleportation do for you? Even if you somehow manage to kill me by some stroke of luck, everything will continue as though you've done nothing.” His laughter grew. ”The best part is that you know that you have no chance of killing me.”

He patted his c.h.e.s.t, trying to catch his breath.

Dyon sneered. ”You're confident because you believe that I don't know about the smaller scale teleportation formation here? Well let me ask you something, how did I get here without you detecting it?”

Elder Bowa's smile froze.

By now, numerous saints and essence gatherers were pulling themselves out of the rubble. Due to the violent fall of the roof, only the relatively stronger essence gatherers were in good shape while the others were either severely injured or dead. The saints, however, were completely fine.

Dyon calmly watching as the numbers began to steadily grow, taking in the hundreds of gazes filled with hostility.

”Kill him!” Elder Bowa roared.