Chapter 1203 - Four Celestial Families (2) (1/2)

17 tiers above Dyon, 12 men and women sat silently, watching a projection of what was occurring. Whether it be Dyon's mannerisms, his arrogance or his speech, they heard and saw it all.

The set-up of the room was fairly odd. Unlike many other council rooms, the 12 elders sat on beasts skins that lined the floor. In addition, none seemed to have a higher rank than the other as they were seemingly equals except for 4 individuals who seemed to lead 2 others each.

The first of the four leaders was a man who gave off a mischievous aura. His c.h.e.s.t was completely b.a.r.e and only a short beast cloth covered his important regions.

His hair was an almost blinding white, and considering most of his face was covered by this hair, he could light up a dark night with his mere presence. His side-burns were just as outrageous as his beard, giving his face an almost perfectly square proportion.

As if that wasn't enough hair already, his c.h.e.s.t was covered as well. Even still, those hairs were white as well and just as bright as the ones that covered his face.

This was the current leader of the Simia family.

The second of the four leaders looked much older that the others. While they were middle aged at most, this elder woman looked as though she had one foot in the grave. Her wrinkles were so layered that her murky white eyes could barely be seen behind her sparse white hair.

Her back was hunched, but she strapped what look like a scaled turtle shell on it. Despite her weak appearance, the other leaders didn't dare to look down on her knowing very well that the shell on her back weighed nearly a billion jin.

This old woman was the picture of wisdom, radiating outward with an ancient, aged aura that commanded respect.

This was the current leader of the Tudo family.

The third of the four leaders was just as scantily clad as the leader of the Simia family, however, he much less hairy.

That said, the hair on his head was a fierce white as well and could almost be mistaken for the mane of an ancient, slumbering beast.

He radiated outward with a fierce killing intent that made the space around him tremble in fear. Even his breath seemed tinted with a bloody red.

Without his physique being hidden by ridiculous amounts of hair, he seemed carved out of stone…. As though each and every bracket of his muscles was meticulously crafted by a God.

If the man chose to relinquish the title of War God, no one would dare take it in his place.

This was the current leader of the Tigris family.

The fourth of the four leaders was the youngest and also without a doubt the most beautiful. She had such a holy and pure aura that one would find it impossible to have dirty thoughts about her… She was simply an angel fallen from the skies.