Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-1460

Dyon's attacks gained an added sharpness. Sometimes, he was as swift as the wind, during other times, explosions of black fire would cause devastating cries that seemed to reach to the abyss of hell to call out, and still during other times, blinding qi strokes of mighty swords, spears, glaives and halberds swarmed outward, devastating what remained of Dyon's competitors.

The Demon Generals stood watching these events take place. Ava had rushed to gather them, knowing well that Dyon was about to do something stupid and reckless, but who would have known that they would see such scene? They felt as though their 3 years of toil and strife were being paid back in full. They each felt a burning desire to grow stronger, to one day stand worthy of such a leader!

"[Chaotic Halberd]! [3 Forms Blade]! [Isolated Peak]! [Iron Will]!"

The repertoire of Dyon's techniques seemed unending. Whenever he spoke, a swirl of qi would immediately take form, spinning with all sorts of wills. At first, they believed that at least the Protectors would last at least one move, but who would have known that even they were unworthy of doing so!

"This is ridiculous… He's just a lower celestial…."

No one knew who said it first, but the words felt like a massive boulder falling from the skies. If he was this powerful already, what would it be like when he was a middle celestial? Would he already be able to fight pseudo-dao experts? What about when he was a higher or peak celestial?!

Dyon's smile only seemed to get wider. He wanted more to come. He wanted them to be stronger. He felt his repressed Titan blood surging, refusing to be tempered down. After almost two years of being suppressed, it flowed outward like an unending torrent.

"[Striking Chain]!"

Dyon's sword qi whipped outward, laying atop of each other like chains. They snaked forward like they had a mind of their own, cutting through swaths of experts left and right.

"[Rapid Change]!"

The sword qi suddenly exploded, sending sharp needles flooding outward.

Dyon was like a madman. The warriors here refused to cower, but it felt like they were facing an undefeatable mountain, one built so high that its peak even surpassed the unimaginably tall gold danger zones.

Some even felt that attacking at all was a mistake, maybe they really should give in…

However, Dyon didn't relent.

"[Revolutions Art]!"

Dyon struck his palm into the sky, a roar escaping his lips that lit his music half-step dao. The conical shape of his bellow blasted several dozen away even as a fiery ball of black appeared above him.

The flames began to revolve violently, gaining rpm with each passing moment even as it grew larger.

Realizing the devastation such an attack could cause, many tried to push past the ridiculous spike in heat to reach Dyon. However, it was at that moment that formations began to appear in the skies, each one spiraling with a bloody red.

"[Weaken]!"

The number of arrays continuously doubled before they began raining down like a bloody precipitation.

Crimson spears blotted out the skies, falling under a slowly growing black sun. It felt like doomsday was upon them, there was nothing they could do but wait for their deaths.

At that moment, Vespak Star stood. Dyon was far too powerful, there was nothing even he could do alone. He didn't know how, but Dyon's every attack was perfectly fused with Presence. Even their protective treasures couldn't perfectly block it. He had actually reached Emperor Grade Presence too!

The general population might call the third ranked quadrant the sprite quadrant, but that was just out of habit. One had to remember that the Star Clan was only a recent addition to the tower quadrants…. But, they too were sprites! Sprites of an equal grade to the sword sprites… The Star Sprites!

As a result, they shared the same weakness other sprites did… They were simply too vulnerable to Presence…

With that final thought, Vespak rushed into the teleportation formation before Dyon destroyed them all. But, that wasn't before he heard a chuckling enter his ear that sent a shiver down his spine. He quickly activated the formation, only for a bloody spear to follow right after him.

'Three seconds passed long ago.' Dyon spoke to him with a sneer.

Vespak couldn't believe that amidst all of this mayhem, Dyon still had the time to monitor his movements…

Even as the revolving black sun descended on his attackers below, and Vespak finally disappeared into the teleportation formation with a bleeding hole just inches from his heart, Dyon continued to smile down upon the destruction.

That day became known by only one title, a name that would never be forgotten for generations to come... The Day of the Black Sun.

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The whole of the martial world watched as the glorious Low Gold City was razed to the ground. Maybe the most shocking part was that the massive blast of fire will left those not of the Clans Dyon mentioned completely untouched…

That level of comprehension… Control… and Power… If any one of them were told that they could be packaged into a single person, they would die of laughter and kick the speaker out of their homes. Yet, this was what was playing before them now.

This was the power of the man who placed first in four of the five God Trials. This was the power of the man who perfectly cleared the impossible second trial. This was True God Sacharro!

Madeleine smiled and shook her head as she watched the scene. Her husband really was too over the top. Just minutes ago, they had been communicating with their soul necklaces, talking about plans for Violet's Bloom Pavilion, then in the next instant he had hopped up and gone to wreak havoc. Poor Ava probably felt just as incredulous about the whole thing as she did. As for Ri and Clara, they were shaking their heads as well.