Chapter 1244 - Unexpected (2) (1/2)
The little boy in Giralda's arms had been quiet ever since he was brought here. Maybe it was because of something his mother had told him before hand, or may it was because he was a quiet child by nature, but either way, he hadn't shown much of a reaction to anything.
Whether or not he understood what was happening was yet another mystery. He only clung his little hands to his mother's slender neck, holding on tightly.
Percival didn't notice the subtle actions of his son, nor did he notice the shifting of Giralda's expressions. All he could feel was an endless, overflowing anger as the yang within him pulsed.
Of course, Dyon had sensed the type of technique Percival was learning, however, he didn't take this as an excuse.
Dyon himself had been dealing with undying l.u.s.t for decades. From the moment he integrated with his martial uncle's blood essence, to the time it was multiplied manifold by integrating the Demon Sage's blood, to even now… In fact, during the moments his soul was sealed, it was even more difficult to control, even to the point he ended up harming Ri when he absentmindedly fell into an abyss he just barely climbed out of.
What the hell did this extreme yang technique mean in the face of the blood of a Demon Qilin? What the hell did it mean in the face of the blood essence of one of the greatest body cultivators to ever exist?
Dyon would never accept that explanation. He wanted a real answer!
”Answer!” Dyon roared.
His patience was slowly running out. The more time passed, the weaker he felt. Even speaking was difficult after his vocal cords were nearly sliced completely apart by his own roar. He didn't care for Percival's hesitation.
It was only at this moment that those around began to understand that Dyon was serious. He wasn't saying all of this simply to expose Percival, he truly wanted to know what it was that made humans seek darkness so willingly.
What was it about bullying the weak made you feel good? What was it about hurting someone else made you feel better?
A vicious cycle of evil, filling the world, all for a momentary sick p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e?
The worst part was that Dyon could tell just as easily as King Cromwell that Giralda's backing wasn't simple. Even if she wasn't a part of a top 20 quadrant, it was most definitely top 40 at the very least. What could a mere 74th quadrant do in the face of that? Even if it was more powerful than its ranking suggested.
He was not only harming those around with his evil, he could even end up hurting himself.
For what? Could Marco have really offended him to this extent? Could Giralda's beauty really be so tempting? Could his l.u.s.t really be so uncontrollable?