Chapter 2275 - Dwarves (2) (1/2)

Countless eyes fell on Dyon's body. What was once a space filled with hustle and bustle became deathly quiet, everyone turning their attention toward a single cloaked man.

Before, the fact Dyon's head was covered in a black cloak wasn't too damning. After all, in a place like this where valuable goods were traded, there was no shortage of individuals who found it useful to hide their identities.

The Ancient Battlefield was particularly lawless. Even more so than the martial plane that decided everything based on strength to begin with. Protecting one's self was of the utmost importance.

However, now, Dyon's cloaked figure suddenly went from something normal to something filled with an overwhelming conspiracy. Still, what was odd to those watching was that Dyon didn't seem to have any violent reaction to his suddenly becoming the absolute center of attention.

One had to understand that though this place was lacking in rules and 'territory' was nearly meaningless, there were still some lines that couldn't be crossed. No matter how many non-dwarves there were here, this was still acknowledged as their sphere of influence.

Clearly, whoever this cloaked figure was, had elicited their ire. Yet, he wasn't running. Was he not aware of how powerful the dwarves were?

In the end, though, this was still a place where one minded their own business. The more you focused on your own matters and ignored everything else, the higher likelihood you had for survival. As a result, a large majority were content to just sit back and watch, only a minor few who were more confident in their abilities were thinking of how to take advantage of this situation.

It wasn't until even more than a small split second later that someone acted.

He was a large male of massive standing. His qi cultivation was only at the saint realm, but his body was no weaker than a Fallen.

Oddities like this were frequent on the Ancient Battlefield. Qi cultivation was simply too difficult, which was why those who reached high realms in it were so powerful.

However, this wasn't to say that body cultivation was easy. Even though this man was only a saint, his strength was impressive. Unfortunately… His opponent was Dyon.

If one was less informed, this lightning bolt would appear to be incredibly weak. It was only about as thick as a finger, and it was just a pale yellow, the very same shade as the weakest form lightning could take.

Yet, the moment it struck the man seeking to capture Dyon, likely in order to exchange his head for compensation, he burst into a pile of ashes. There was no roar of pain, no struggle, and not even a hint of animosity. It was no different from snuffing out an ant.

Dyon's eyes narrowed at this turn of events. It seemed that even with all his knowledge, he still underestimated the Ancient Battlefield. Just how difficult would it be to cross a tribulation here?