Chapter 274: Honor of a Cultivator

The winged female looked at the old man and the two servants before with a casual swing of her arm, a wave was formed. The old man held the two servants before the rising wave guided them back to where they came from.

She turned around before a shout opened her eyes wide, "Well, missy, ready for round two?"

Lyon casually swung his arm before a clashing force of the wave made a splash and drenched the three people on board. He let go of the flag and let it fluttered before it gracefully landed on the boat, "Keep a hold to that, we are going to make a visit... very soon."

The two servants nodded before they guard it with their lives.

Lyon crossed his arm before the winged female was already in front of him with her claws aiming for his throat. He smirked before he took a step back and avoid the fatal blow. Knowing that she would strike right after he showed a tiny speck of opening, he was ready for the next movement.

"Huh?"

Lyon raised one of his eyebrows, as he saw the woman turned around. She let her arms dropped, defenseless. A blind spot, a golden chance, that any assassin would severely take was present in front of him.

"After all this while, you have no intention of harm," said the woman to Lyon's smirk.

"Then, would you show me your face?" asked Lyon as he put his arms behind his head.

"You didn't even clench a fist once during the battle, not only that, you even survived a kick straight to the head. With your cultivation level against mine, normally people like you would die receiving something like that. However, I finally took a scent that, the aura permeating out of you, you have the blessing of a 'True Dragon' within you."

Lyon smiled, "Not many know the origin of this power, you are definitely a high blood one."

She slightly looked down before she muttered, "I do not care of such thing, this bloodline of mine, it only hindered me from happiness."

Lyon furrowed his eyebrows before he crossed his arms and listened.

"Tell me, since you are a human and a dragon, what do you take on this world? Who are you siding with? The human? or the demi-human?"

The old man furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at every little gesture Lyon made. After just a short amount of adventure with him, he knew how his power could change the current conflict between the two races.

Lyon let out a sigh before he shook his head. He put his arms behind his head as he looked at the moon, "I choose neither."

The woman raised her eyebrows before she turned around. Her face was hidden under the shadow of clouds. It was an answer she could have never expect from someone with heaven-defying potential, "Why?"

Lyon smiled, "Why? Because I fight for my reason, I don't fight for what others told me to do. I fight for myself or my loved ones, and it will never change."

The winged-woman crossed her arms as her mouth twitched, "You certainly talk big but when things went south, you would side with whoever that convenience you."

He crossed his arms with closed eyes before he gradually descended at the same level as her. His form was reverted back to normal. The sarong fluttered against the wind as he furrowed his eyebrows, arched like a sword. The pupils that were as deep as the galaxy itself slowly revealed against her. His lips were pulled by his own left cheek before he said, "Only to betray them later."

The woman spat to the sea before she angrily replied, "Don't you have pride? An honor of a cultivator?"

Lyon chuckled as he descended further down and landed on the wooden boat gracefully. His masterful landing didn't even budge the vehicle on the calm sea. Not a ripple was made. The more experienced eyes like the old man had noticed this incredible feat that would take years for a normal cultivator to do.

He looked up before he said, "Tell me, what good is it an honor be, a pride be if your loved ones are dead. Sure there are things that I wouldn't do, there is a line, yes, but if I had to drag down the heavens whilst being naked, I would uproot hell as well."

"Well said!" it was a rare occurrence where the dragon and the monkey would agree and said the same thing.

The old man nodded in an agreement. There was something about the young man that he was awed about. His strength was one thing of course, however, the thing that most attractive about him was his undeniable charisma. The conviction behind the youth's eyes was as if he could set the world on fire just by a simple act of his.

(If we were on the same age if you are as old as me, I wonder how ridiculously powerful you are) thought the old man as he gulped his saliva in the excitement of the future.

The winged woman replied, "Then you will be scorned! You will be a devil even through hell's eyes. The society will abandon you, destroy you—"

"Then let them come!" said Lyon as he crossed his arms before he continued, "Society can kiss my ass for all I care! If my loved ones are in danger... reputations, honor, achievements, they are nothing but imaginary! To satisfy someone I don't even know! People who don't care if I die! That's a bullshit life!"

The winged-woman was silent before she raised her arm and swayed it down. A wave was created to push the boat gently to where it belonged meanwhile Lyon was smiling as he looked at the figure in the sky getting smaller and smaller.

Soon she disappeared from his sight before the old man said, "Why don't you go after her?"

Lyon shook his head before he turned around.

The old man furrowed his eyebrows, "You uh... you kinda... bleeding from your orifices?"

Lyon nodded, "Can't hold it anymore..."

*thud

His body fell before he turned unconscious. The energy he used against the winged-woman was actually more than he could handle. With the unbelievable speed from her strikes, he needed to exert more power into his body through the jade-ish mana.

"Acting cool until the end, now that's my grandson, I taught you well hahaha!" laughed Shen while Sun rolled his eyes.