Dyon only smiled and didn't push her. Considering his wife's beauty, she would make his blood boil even if she wore a trash bag.
Clothing in the martial world also had a more important purpose to them. This was especially so for women who may enter combat at any moment. It wasn't as though female cultivators wanted to be ogled every time they stepped foot into the air wearing a dress, so such undergarments had certain protective formations on them that obscured vision.
Of course, Dyon had personally modified the undergarments of his wives now for a very long time. He didn't trust anyone but himself to draw impregnable formations. With his current skill, even a Higher Existence turned peeping tom could only give up.
The poor cashier lady, a beauty in her own right, could only watch this process with a cold sweat matting her back. She knew well who this Armament Sprite young woman was. In fact, the whole of the Sprite Alliance knew. Even key figures of the other outer powers were aware.
When she was seen in broad daylight, entering a lingerie boutique, many couldn't help but watch on in shock. They would have never expected to see such a scene. No man of that Sprite Alliance would want to miss a chance to see just what kind of undergarments this ice queen wore. Even if they would never see it on her personally, it was a sick curiosity they couldn't help but want to itch.
So, simply by her mere presence, a decently sized, and even growing, crowd of individuals were gathered. But the scene was almost comical because all of these individuals were trying their best to pretend as though they had no ulterior motives by their appearance, so the happiest group was of course the various high-class stores in the general area.
Like this, the entire interaction between the ice queen and Dyon was heard by many.
They couldn't help but be stunned silent. Their queen… She was ignored… Just like this?
Maybe it was only after Ri, Amphorae, Madeleine and Clara were gathered together that they understood. Maybe only a man with such beautiful women by his side could so casually ignore their ice queen…
"How much?" Dyon's gaze turned toward the cashier.
"T-t-this…" Clearing her throat, she collected herself. "800 000 celestial stones."
Dyon tossed over a dao stone worth a million celestial stones and turned to follow his wives out of the boutique. It was as though he didn't notice the so-called ice queen's gaze turning colder and colder.
SHIIIIIIIIIIIING
A sharp aura burst, splintering the boutique's roof into countless shards.
The cashier beauty wanted to cry, but found it difficult to even find the tears to do so. She suddenly realized that Dyon had overpaid her by 200 000 celestial stones probably because he was very much aware that this would happen.
A silver spear appeared. It really did seem for a moment that the ice queen herself had become this spear, but the reality was that her oneness with her craft was so deep that it only appeared this way…
Those who had gathered trembled.
Her full title wasn't ice queen at all. In fact, she was known as the Spear Queen. Among the Armament Sprite geniuses, she was ranked within the top five. Among all the geniuses of the Sprite Alliance, she was ranked in the top twenty-five.
For such a genius to come here with the goal of battling someone was beyond their wildest expectations.
Dyon was instantly annoyed. He had paid for the damages only because he felt bad, but that didn't mean he was a pushover. No matter how much money he had, he wasn't a fan of others making him waste it, and he was even less of a fan of those same 'others' ruining the time he was spending with his wives.
"It seems the Sprite Alliance wants another dead genius."
Dyon's words were like a cold storm enveloping the shopping district. Even the Spear Queen's sharp aura was drowned out, causing her cold gaze to furrow in an instant.
She could tell immediately… She was no match for Dyon.
Suddenly, Dyon's overwhelming aura disappeared.
"Ah, ah, ts ts ts." Dyon winced at the feeling of Ri reaching up and tugging and twisting his ear.
"We told you, no more fighting." She said sternly. "She's not worth you stepping in personally anyway."
"Since big sis acted last time, I guess it's my turn." Madeleine smiled lightly, an exquisite folding fan appeared in her delicate palm.
...
Instantly, reporters began dashing all around. They had come here for a mere gossip article, but to think they may be able to witness a battle.
Even if they didn't believe Madeleine could win simply by virtue of the fact they had never heard of her before, it didn't matter. The battle of such a high-profile figure was big news regardless.
Aside from the reporters, the Spear Queen's avid fans also had their attentions gripped.
"Who are you, you're no match for me." The Spear Queen said arrogantly, trying to temper down the fear she had felt from Dyon's gaze.
Madeleine didn't speak, her light smile never leaving her gorgeous features.
'She's… Looking down on me.' The Spear Queen had never felt such a bout of inferiority before. Madeleine had hardly reacted to her words not because she couldn't, but because she didn't care to. This much was obvious.
Gripping her silver spear, she pierced forward. Rage had overwhelmed her mind.
Madeleine reciprocated, her folded fan also piercing forward. But, compared to the Spear Queen's speed, her actions were slow, almost too slow.
In an instant, the folded fan and sharp spear met.
Raging winds blew through the shopping district. Luckily, many defensive arrays had been put in place for this specific occurrence, leaving them all relatively unscathed.
"Hm… less than two dozen exchanges should be enough." Dyon said coolly.
The scene cleared only to reveal two completely unmoving figures.
