Chapter 1233 - Templar (6) (1/2)

Sir Merek and Sir Tybalt's hearts palpitated in fear as Dyon disappeared over the grass plains.

An essence gatherer? Killing a celestial? In a single strike?

Their 74th quadrant had less than 300 celestials total, and less than 70 third grade celestials on the level of Sir Ulric. To the Cathedral Universe, this number was completely overwhelming considering they had less than 20 total celestials. But, compared to the larger quadrants where celestials were as numerous as the stars in the sky, this number was absolutely pitiful.

Yet, one of the top 100 strongest cultivators they had had died just like that… A single rise of the sword and a single strike…

It was at that point that they understood that Dyon was merciful. If he wanted, killing them all would have been as easy as flipping over a hand.

What had Percival done to provoke this young man?

Just as the two remaining first tier Dukes were lost in a thought, a steady stream of individuals started to trickle inward, causing them to frown with disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. This was their Grand Templar Sect, it wasn't a spectating arena. What did these fools think this was?

But, sensing the auras of those who had dared to come in made the Dukes hesitate to take action to stop them.

”Haha, brothers. We've just come to lend a hand to your Grand Templar Sect. Consider this a thank you for your hospitality!” A celestial of an unknown quadrant laughed amiably with a sly look in his eye. Sir Ulric's corpse was definitely not missed by him, nor were the dragon tailed lions that hovered in the skies.

'To think that the 74th quadrant would have such fierce beasts hidden away like this.' Many of the spectators thought silently.

In the end, the Dukes could only grit their teeth and accept the shameless reasoning of the celestial. It was clear that these events would lead to a fierce trickle down… What the future held was completely unknown…

By now, Dyon had already made it to the second inner gates, leading directly into the territory of the second tier Dukes. However, the fate of this gate was no different from the fate of the previous gate.

As for the spectators and the gathered armies of the Grand Templar Sect? They followed behind the trail of destruction.

It wasn't hard to find where Dyon had been. Sometimes it was marked by raging black flames, other times by sword scars so deep that its depths couldn't be measured, other times it was trembling beasts and armies that didn't dare to move even after he was long gone.

A single man walked through a prestigious sect as though it was his own back yard, gliding through their ranks as easily as breathing, slaughtering without a second thought and imposing his will without restraint.

The spectators watched on silently, not daring to overstep their bounds too far. Unlike Dyon, they didn't have the courage to provoke a sect this large alone. It was clear that the foundation of the 74th quadrant was deeper than the other quadrants knew…