1293 Deserved
Ryu stretched out a palm and his great swordstaff slammed into his hand. Like a raging tide, his strength soared, he didn't look like a person who had just stepped out of one battlefield to enter another.
"Who are you?!" The youth growled. Although he had been caught off guard, no junior of the Fifth Heaven should have been able to push him back like that, especially not only two cultivation Realms beneath him.
The gaze of the youth flickered and he calmed. When he began thinking more rationally, he realized that while Ryu's Qi Realm cultivation was two Realms beneath him, his Body Realm cultivation was likewise in the World Sea Realm, this eased the tension in his heart.
But even so, the fact that he was from the Seventh Heaven and Ryu was only from the Fifth still left him simmering.
The Sky God in the sky who had just missed his strike wanted to attack again, but he hesitated. In the end, he retracted his palm. It was much better if someone at Ryu's level took him out, it was far beneath his status to actually attack twice.
They had come here to establish their dominance, and how could they do that if he was the one to attack? Things would be fine if he had just crushed Ryu out of annoyance, but since Ryu was a young genius, it would be better if things ended this way. Plus, according to the demands they levied a few weeks ago, all those of Ryu's caliber should have been sent to the Sixth Heaven under their control, but he was actually here instead. So, clearly, Ryu was yet another who had ignored their orders.
In this case, he deserved to witness first just how inferior he was, and only then would he be strung up and dealt with properly. As for him, he still had to focus on crushing the defenses of this Dream Mountain.
"The one who's going to kill you," Ryu said lightly.
The young man was stunned for a moment before he began to laugh in rage.
"You? Kill me?! Do you have any idea who I am?! Even trash of the Seventh Heaven don't dare to speak to me like this, let alone trash of the Fifth Heaven. You overestimate yourself!"
The young took a step forward, flipping his palm over to reveal a trembling crimson saber. The howl of sharp qi spread across the surroundings, digging into the ground and shredding apart the bits and pieces of nature that still remained.
He, Vanneak, couldn't remember the last time someone had dared to talk to him like this. He disdained the lower Heavens with such fervor that if not for the commands of his elders, he would have never stepped foot in this place. He clearly had no idea the kind of chance his elders were trying to provide for him, or else if he did, no amount of begging would have been enough to describe how fervently he would want to descend to this so-called backwater location.
However, at the moment, he didn't care about any of this. He was only eager to rip Ryu to pieces.
"Learn well, I am Vanneak, Inner Disciple of the Raging Saber Sect. In your next life, learn well who you can and who you can't provoke, maybe you'll live longer."
Vanneak's aura flourished as his comrade youths took a step back, their expressions as though they were watching a nice play.
Ryu, however, didn't seem to be paying attention at all. He looked toward the Dream Asura Race members pinned to stakes, bleeding out miserably. His expression was calm, but his fury continued to bubble. Just the idea of how Mae would react to this was enough to set him off. How dare anyone cause his wife to frown. Even he couldn't bear to do so, who did these people think they were?!
"You'll suffer the same fate as them," Ryu said slowly and calmly.
Suddenly, he vanished again.
This time, Vanneak was ready. His saber moved like water, curving through the bounds of reality and leaving afterimages in its wake. It was a great skill that seemed to swallow up any angles that Ryu could use to attack. And yet, star light suddenly began to fall from the skies like shooting stars. It was a gorgeous sight, so gorgeous that Vanneak almost didn't register the power strike that suddenly ravaged his torso.
BANG!
Ryu appeared, his great swordstaff thrust out in a perfect line. Vanneak's body curled, crashing into the barriers that protected the Dream Mountain Range, only to be blasted away once again when the reverberations of his seniors' attack hit him as well.
He flopped to the ground like a dead dog.
Ryu's timing had been perfect. His singular assault wasn't enough to deal with Vanneak, but how could he continue to fight after taking the echoes of a Sky God's attack head on? He didn't even stand a chance. The only reason he was still alive was because Ryu wanted him alive.
The expressions of the Sky Gods above changed, but Ryu had already appeared before Vanneak, pulling him up by his hair, his gaze malevolent.
"Is my wife's Clan something the likes of you can touch? Who do you think you are?"
The icy abyss of Ryu's voice almost forced Vanneak's heart to stop beating. The latter's mind was in too much disorder to understand how he had lost, all he could feel was an infinite amount of pain and he felt that Ryu was responsible for it all, causing his heart to shudder with helplessness and fear.
Ryu hand dropped as he began to drag Vanneak by his hair toward the first stake. It was only then the Sky Gods seemed to acknowledge what was going on, their expressions changing.
"Stop!"
Their voices boomed, just the sound causing Ryu's ears to begin to bleed, but he didn't seem to acknowledge what was happening in the slightest as he continued to walk.
The Sky God who had originally attacked Ryu raised his palm again, prepared to attack with greater strength this time, but before he could, the mountain range suddenly began to rumble.
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