Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

o the ground in unison.

We apologize for our rudeness, great Dragon King.
Without much being revealed, many had guessed just the connection was between these three, but there was no time mention such a thing.
There was a tension in the air that made it impossible for many to breathe.

Dyon waved his hand toward Madeleine, signaling for her to stop.

Suddenly, a clapping noise and a happy laughter came from behind Dyon.
The voice was so deep that it could have only been from the ancestor.

Dyon turned, facing him.
Is something funny?

Its nothing, The ancestor laughed.
Just a senile old man enjoying the last seconds of his life.
I have to say, I was looking forward to seeing a beauty dance in my last moments, its unfortunate you made her stop.

Is that supposed to be a joke? If anyone laid eyes on a woman I claimed, I would kill her.
If youd like to enjoy a corpse in your last moments, Im more than happy to oblige.

No no no, I wouldnt dare mighty Dragon King.
I do have a question though, if you would be so kind.
How does one use their soul to control a body if that soul is sealed?

Dyon froze.

In the end, despite all of his effort, the Daiyu ancestor had figured out the major flaw in all of his plans.
They were so close!

The Dragon Kings method of control was obvious.
Erase a soul by forcing it to use more energy than it had, before replacing it.
But currently, Dyons soul was sealed completely, and yet he still gave off the aura of the Dragon King.
That was absolutely impossible.

If the Dragon King took over a body, the only part of that body that would be his would be the soul.
If that soul was sealed, what then was emitting the aura of the Dragon King?

The only remaining explanation then was that the Dragon King had never taken over this body! And what was emitting the aura of the Dragon King wasnt Dyons body, but rather the black band on his wrist!

The ancestor slowly got up from his coffin, stretching his neck, understanding that by Dyons lack of an answer, he was correct.

Dyons eyes narrowed, Do you really think we cant resist you until you die? Its obvious to everyone you only have a few seconds remaining.

The ancestor laughed again, What a funny joke.
How long does it take you to crush an ant? Is that something even worth calculating?

I have to say, Im impressed.
You were very close to winning.
I cant tell if you truly are just this arrogant, or if youre just a great performer.

Dyon sneered, You dont seem angry about me forcing you to burn your soul.

Pft, The ancestor laughed, Of course not.
Im dying anyway and I have more than enough time to accomplish my goals.
The only reason Im talking to you now is out of respect for a youngster.
To kill a dao formation expert as a 19-year-old without help You are truly a genius among geniuses.
Even that might not be enough to describe you.

Those who remained kneeling were stunned.
What did this man just say? Dyon did what?

Its unfortunate for you that whatever method you used is lost you now, likely gone away with the lock on your soul The ancestor shrugged, reaching out his hand toward Dyon as a formless pressure spread out and sealed Dyons movements.
Theres nothing us Dragons value more than strength, and you have not only that, but the air and arrogance only a sovereign should have.
Youve earned my respect, truly.
But for the sake of my clan, you must die.

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