Chapter 1214 - Found (1) (2/2)

The grey staff swung with an indomitable aura. Dyon's own Presence seemed to seamlessly incorporate itself into the technique, freezing the attacking White Tiger in place.

Dyon did so completely unconsciously. He had no intention of using his Presence because it would make the battle too easy, yet it seemed that his One with Self realm of this technique seamlessly incorporated the Martial Art, making Dyon seem completely undefeatable.

There was no question that this single strike would have obliterated the white tiger. It was a mere remnant soul, how could it defend against Peak King Presence?

BOOM!

Just when the white tiger was waiting for its ill fate, Dyon staff stopped just before slamming into its forehead. Yet, the wind pressure was so fierce that the white tiger's head was sent crashing into the ground, shattering its jaw and burying its head into the dirt.

Dyon frowned. ”Boring. Heal yourself and let's go again.”

With a thought, Dyon's weapon changed from a staff to the battle axe.

Dyon held two of them in his hands as his aura changed once again. He became like an unmatched general lording over a bloody battlefield, ready to take the helm of his army and charge forward fearlessly.

”Stand!” Dyon roared.

The white tiger struggled up, staggering as life energy surged toward him, quickly healing its injuries.

It felt absolute rage watching Dyon stand before it with such an arrogant aura.

Dyon, however, didn't care. He had a feeling that this white tiger could give him a better battle than that. However, it seemed a peak first stage celestial was too weak in front of his selfless state, even if he relegated himself to the first form of it.

Another battle ensued.

Dyon's constant stance changes consistently caught the white tiger off guard. Even without his selfless state, although the changes were less fluid, it seemed like Dyon was bullying the poor tiger.

The number of fatal blows the tiger took only for Dyon to allow it to heal before he switched to another weapon soon became innumerable. In fact, it seemed to be becoming easier and easier over time as the slaughter intent of the white tiger continued to diminish with each passing injury.

The white tiger began to see Dyon as nothing more than a monster. However, its main body was trembling with rage, half wondering why it ever accepted this task and half wanting to tear Dyon apart for putting it through this.

Finally, Dyon seemed completely done with the white tiger. His spear pierced forward rapidly, looking like the numerous stars in the sky.

”[Starry Intent: Constellation Strike]!”

The white tiger was completely obliterated as bloody holes far larger than the tip of Dyon's spear destroyed its body.

In the end, its last view was of Dyon shaking its head in disappointment as he began to climb the pearly white steps.