Chapter 1234 - One with Daos (1) (1/2)

Dyon's momentum was overwhelming. He looked like a messenger of the gods, descended to bring down judgement upon the world.

His War God armor glistened with bright whites and royal blues, coating his body and wings beautifully and seamlessly.

His features were chiseled and the absolute pinnacle of perfection, regardless of the dull look in his eyes.

Even facing more than half a million enemies, his steps didn't waver… It was as though he was made for the battlefield, or, rather, that the battlefield was made for him.

The hearts of the dozens of beauties standing behind the two kings palpitated at his image. These women were none other than Percival's daughters, each of whom had extreme yin constitutions. Although this wasn't a labeled constitution, per se, each had bodies on the precipice of the earth grade and had relatively high affinities for yin related techniques and wills.

However, because of their extreme yin, they were doomed to always seek their extreme yang, making them more susceptible to the male image in comparison to other powerful women.

Because of the Nine Yang Cloud aphrodisiac, the yang pressure Dyon gave off was far denser than even dao formation experts who specialized in the yang path. To these Valore princesses, he was like a drug being dangled in front of their faces, or a morsel of meat wafting its fragrances toward their delicate noses.

Their breathing quickened as their cheeks visibly reddened. Many of them squeezed their t.h.i.g.h together tightly, rubbing their slender legs together as they tried to calm their urges.

Percival immediately sensed this change in his daughters. As a meditator of extreme yang techniques, he was not only s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e to pure yins, but also pure yang. It was because of this that he was able to find the cultivation resources he needed to continue practicing his technique.

The moment Dyon appeared, he sensed a yang far purer than his own which already ticked him off. But, seeing his daughters act like this, he was further angered.

His daughters were actually here to bolster his own power as they could form an array between themselves to strengthen him. But, if they were distracted like this, the array wouldn't be as effective as it should be.

To make matters worse, while he was focusing on Dyon, he noticed a crowd of approaching spectators and armies. The most embarrassing thing was that it was clear that these armies hadn't fought Dyon, but simply let him through. The fear in their eyes when they looked at this young man was unmistakable.

Percival's temper flared, something that was happening more and more often now that his yang was reaching an extreme. However, Bors reached out and grasped his shoulder.