In his mind, there was no chance that Dyon was a match for him now, yet his first action wasn't to seek him out despite the fact he could have, his first action was to go to the Pakals.
No matter what, Chenglei knew that if Dyon wanted him dead, he would be dead by now. It was Dyon who allowed Chenglei and his Daiyu Clan to go. No matter what, this was a debt his pride as a Dragon wouldn't allow him to forget.
Chenglei had come to the Pakals because he had plans to take their territory for himself, to rule over them and become the man he was meant to be. If he didn't bow his head to Dyon, why would he go to the Pakals just to do exactly that?
In addition, Chenglei was born with all of the Daiyu Clan's expectations thrust upon his shoulders. All of his actions to now had been for the sake of his Clan. If this wasn't the case, Dyon would have never let him go.
But, Chenglei still had his own pride, and Dyon had still killed his grandfather. He wouldn't go and find Dyon, but since Dyon had come to him, that matter was entirely different.
"COME OUT NOW!"
Years of pent up rage erupted. Balls of black flames spewed from his hot breath as he swam through the air. He didn't seem to care that he had just become such a large target, he didn't believe that anyone within the Ragnor army would dare to attack him.
At that moment, the enraged Emperor Pakal seemed to have understood something. His daughter whom he had gifted to Chenglei told him about this Dyon. There weren't any great specifics, but he knew enough to know that Dyon wasn't a member of the Ragnors.
'Could it be…?' Emperor Pakal's battle axes stopped their bloody grinding, his eyes fixed toward Chenglei's massive figure, his heart pounding uncontrollably. This was the first time he had seen Chenglei's true form… It was only now he realized that he couldn't see the limits of Chenglei's power.
The 12 'Elder Fey' began to panic inwardly when they heard Dyon's name being called. In fact, they were shocked. Since when had the Celestial Universe had Dragons?!
According to Dyon's original plan, the main army wouldn't attack until the Ragnors and Pakals had thoughts of retreat, it was only then they would have dealt the maximum amount of damage to each other and only then they would be the most fatigued. But, this sort of twist threw everything into disarray.
Just when they thought it might be possible for this to be seen as a ploy by the Ragnors, resulting in them counterattacking even more fiercely, yet another figure shot into the air.
"Will you not come out and face us?"
Lionel's voice was much calmer than Chenglei's, but his voice still permeated the battlefield. One thing became very clear instantly, with Lionel and Chenglei both acting to call out the same person despite coming from opposing sides, there was most definitely a third party at play.
"… If you don't…" Lionel said plainly. "… We could just kill your subordinates."
Lionel's sharp eyes turned toward the title spirits disguised as Elder Fey.
Still, they were all dauntless warriors of their time. Even in the face of death, they stared back at Lionel with expressionless eyes.
Without much hesitation, they placed their backs against one another, facing the two opposing armies together.
Lionel's eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything further. Many of the Ragnors below didn't even know who he was, as he was a well-kept secret, but it was enough to know that he had come from their side and Lord Odin didn't seem to object.
Seeing that no response had come, Lionel hand flashed outward, a dao array of flames appearing to his back.
Those below were shocked. One had to remember that back then, Delia's father comprehension a 9th level intent was a shocking affair even though he was a Celestial. And even then, he sacrificed so much for just that. Comprehending a Dao was rare beyond belief in Celestial Quadrant, let alone having such a large dao array spanning more than ten meters.
After reforming their bodies, the title spirits were still just Lower Dao expert with the most powerful of them being in the third dao formation stage. If Lionel's attack was released…
"I see you're just as much of a coward as you've always been."
The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time, it engulfed the battlefield so grandly that the two Clan Heads were shocked. Just where was this individual hiding?!
But soon, that question hardly matters, because seemingly out of nowhere, billions of warriors suddenly began to appear. The Ragnors and Pakals were completely surrounded!
Lionel sneered. "Your words are quite ironic for someone scheming in the shadows."
A familiar pain ached his chest at that moment, the very place his father struck his chest to rip his bloodline from him.
It was then a familiar young man appeared in the skies, bathed in white, gold and silver.
"I think you lost the right to judge things after you almost got your own father killed."
Chenglei roared. The shock wave was so devastating the Gate itself quaked as though it was threatening to collapse under its might.
But in the end, he could only be shocked. He knew what he went through to gain this power… Countless tens of thousands of years he spent in those reddened lands where he saw nothing but blood and murder. If it wasn't for his Dragon Soul, his mind would have collapsed long ago.
So why? Why was it that Dyon wasn't as shaken by his might as he should be?
As for Dyon, he was surprised. Not only was Chenglei powerful, if you took their base battle prowess and pitted them against each other, Chenglei would win 9 out of 10 times. However, just because he was surprised, didn't mean he had any sort of obligation to show it.
