In the end, Dyon smiled. If he thought about it, he couldn't be too surprised by their appearance. They were indeed high-level Dao experts, and they were young at that. They weren't more than 300 years old by Dyon's estimations. So, considering their cultivation, they could actually enter the Ancient Battlefield. In all likelihood, their standing was very high amidst the Sapientia.
Dyon thought for a bit and decided not to expose them.
Judging by the actions of the couple, there was definitely some secret brewing within the Sapientia. Maybe the entire Clan wasn't his enemy after all…
The couple, however, were shocked by Dyon's immediate recognition of them. They had always taken cautions in the past. Not only did they change their appearances, but they changed their auras as well. For Dyon to see through them with a single glance…
"This little brat… Not only did he wring my dry of my precious money, he's actually brought my daughter to such a dangerous place!" Amell grit his teeth.
"Amell… What do we do? What do we do?" Nora gripped her husband's hands, clearly not taking Dyon's calm gaze as any sort of insurance.
Amell's brow frowned. "That boy is reckless, but he isn't stupid. Maybe he already has a way out."
"What way out?" Nora continued to panic. "Foolish tricks don't work against Higher Existences. This isn't a joke."
"Calm down, Nora." Amell's words snapped Nora out from her panic attack. "You heard the reports yourself. He killed 13 Fallen alone. I originally didn't believe it was him, but there's no denying it now. Even if we interfere, we would be no help… We can only send word to the elders and hope they can help…"
"Just what happened in all these years… We've tried to return to that universe many times already, but it was sealed off… I thought… I thought Little Maddy was dead…"
A deep swirl of complicated feelings welled in Nora's chest. She was both happy that her daughter was alive, and devastated that she would appear here. It was impossible to sort her feelings out.
Dyon was partially aware of what the couple might be feeling, but his attention was already elsewhere.
"My Sacharro Clan had a recent windfall and accepted the Sprite Alliance's generosity in allowing us to manage their territory. But, to my horror, my brothers in the Sprite Alliance were actually kicked off the Nephilim Gathering Seats of Honor.
"I've come to seek an explanation on their behalf. This sort of slight cannot be accepted. No matter what, the Sprite Alliance is prepared to shoulder a large burden for the sake of our Mortal Plane, yet you all have spit on their efforts.
"I, Dyon Sacharro, will not allow this to stand!"
The lips of the elders twitched violently. Shameless!
Little Alauna couldn't hold back anymore. She laughed so hard that she had to lean her forehead against her father's back.
Dyon took a step forward before his steps suddenly paused.
His hand waved casually to the side, causing an abrupt blade of qi slice through the air faster than the giant could react.
In that moment, the giants felt that his death was imminent, there's was nothing he could do… An attack of his level, despite its simple outward appearance… It was far beyond his means!
Before it even reached him, a firm grip of despair squeezed his heart, causing him to drop to his knees. A proud Giant, just like this, was completely subdued.
But, before the blade reached him, Dyon snapped his fingers and it vanished from thin air.
"Consider that a warning." He said casually. Dyon didn't believe his words were worth him losing his life over. This alone was enough.
At that moment, many people were happy that it hadn't been them who stood out to oppose Dyon.
"Dad, can I participate?" Alauna asked with wide eyes filled with expectation.
Dyon laughed. "Sure. Have fun."
Alauna clapped happily, diving down into the crowd of awaiting warriors. Though there were guards and referees put in place, none dared to stop Alauna. That Giant Dyon subdued with a wave of a hand wasn't just any normal expert…
Dyon floated down to the elevated platform of elders. No, it was more accurate to say that he landed directly before the three thrones that Old Claw, Ancestor Giant and Ancestor Scholar sat upon.
"You old fogies are pretty good." Dyon said with a smile. "Despite knowing I refined a half-step immortal grade pill capable of extending your lives by hundreds of thousands of years, you actually didn't come to see me personally. This sort of will power is commendable."
The eyes of Emperor Giant narrowed.
The atmosphere was far too oppressive, however the area surrounding Dyon, Luna and Madeleine was akin to a fresh breeze.
The truth was that they hadn't known how potent Dyon's pill was. After all, only Dyon, Luna and Alauna had come in direct contact with it.
They were at the end of their lifespan. Who wouldn't want to live longer? However, they had their pride as well. Dyon's origins were simply too illogical. And the things he was able to accomplish.. Even more so.
"I'll tell you the truth, I'm not very fond of the idea of working with Sapientia. I find them to be shameless. They claim to be scholars who only seek knowledge, but the horde all of it for themselves. Plus, what kind of lame fashion choice is it to wear glasses when you have no need of them?
"That said, your Nephilim Alliance and Transcendent Beast Alliance still have a chance should you choose correctly.
"Both of you struggle with the purity of your bloodlines. With my abilities, purifying them is as easy as flipping over a hand, don't you think?"
Dyon shook his head. "Never mind, never mind. We can talk about these matters later or not at all for all I care. Since everyone has come here to see the reordering of the Heaven's Scroll, it isn't very appropriate for me to stall this for too long.
"I will let the matter of my Sprite Alliance brothers slide for now…"
With a wave of Dyon's hands, three more thrones appeared. If one looked closely, they even seemed to be of higher quality that the ones the three Ancestors sat upon.
