Chapter 1556 - Death God (2) (2/2)

Much like Battle Intent, Killing Intent was another intangible will on the Spirituality path. Those with Donari's constitution were able to form it far easier than others and even use it to directly attack the soul. Dyon couldn't help but shudder when he thought what the ramifications would be if this Lord Creator had Donari's abilities.

In such a situation, even if a dao expert was here, they would die with their eyes wide open.

'I was right to think that this was too dangerous…'

Dyon looked at Madeleine, but the resolute expression in her eyes made him sigh. If he really forced her to retreat, he felt that his kindhearted Madeleine would turn into a she-devil at the flip of a hat.

After a deep breath, Dyon's manifestations bloomed into existence. He stepped forward, crossing the barrier with absolute strength to his back.

It was at this moment that Madeleine finally felt what Dyon had felt. Her foot skidded backward involuntarily before she grit her teeth to stand by Dyon's side. If it wasn't for the strength of Dyon's body, he was certain that this wife of his would have grinded his hand to dust. But, he didn't say a word, continuing to hold her hand gently.

Suddenly, a familiar laughter akin to grinding bones filled their ears. A grating, 'Gya Gya Gya' resounded. It penetrated into their bones, and pierced through the soul. Dyon had been called a Reaper once before during Earth's World Tournament, but he felt that compared to this man, he was severely lacking.

”To think that you would actually come here. I was entirely prepared to slumber for another few billion years before finally completing my plans after you were long dead. But, to think you've given me the ability to complete it now.”

In order to bring out the most power possible from his peak, the Lord Creator restricted himself not just to this third phase sky castle, but this throne room specifically. The higher the restriction, the more strength he received from it. As things stood now, although he was far weaker than a lower dao expert, he could kill a normal pseudo-dao expert with a single finger!

Dyon's gaze made his way to a skeleton that sat slumped on a throne, its body so limp that even the crown on its head seemed as though it could fall off at any moment.

”Come, be the sacrifice that fulfills this old man's dreams.”