Chapter 1542 - 108 Comets (1)

A scorching heat escaped Dyon's lips as his body shrunk to its original size. The breath was so fiery that even the gradually growing temperature was overshadowed in an instant. For Dyon to generate so much heat, it can be imagined just how much pressure his body had just been under. Yet, he seemed perfectly healthy aside from a slightly paled face.

The differences between the four realms of celestials were vast. However, so was an 80 times multiplier in strength. With Titan Emperor's Will, Dyon can instantly this gap and rely on absolute power to defeat anyone of the peak celestial realm below the 4th order in a single attack.

'I've been relying on my comprehension of titan will to f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y enter and use Titan Emperor's Will, but that places too much stress on my body.' Dyon thought seriously.

Before, when he used Demon Emperor's Will, the multiplier wasn't exaggerated enough for him to suffer any great loss, so he wantonly used the technique even without perfecting it. But now, the effects of Titan Emperor's Will were too strong. Not only did it multiply his body's strength, it did the same for his energy. With the increase in Dyon's strength recently, this multiplier became even more difficult to handle without reaching perfection.

When Dyon's body only weighed 10 000 jin, he had so much room for improvement within the bronze silk realm that he could sustain the first act easily. However, now that he had reached 100 000 000 jin, multiplying his strength placed him outside the bounds of what the bronze silk realm could handle. Any simple math could tell you that considering the upper limit of the bronze silk realm was one billion jin.

The good news was that Dyon's body was so tyrannical that he could withstand this pressure for a split second. Using it to catch seven opponents off guard and defeat them all at once was more than worth it.

The remaining geniuses couldn't believe what they had just seen. Did a saint really just defeat 7 peak celestials? Their bodies were hardly intact anymore!

Seven celestials slowly fell from the air, shock still apparent on their faces. The entire left sides of their c.h.e.s.t were obliterated. If not for the small portions of flesh that remained on the right, their bodies would have been split in two.

After a moment, a deep chuckle sounded. Everyone looked over to see True God Tatsuya shimmering out of existence.

"You all underestimate True Gods too much. I stayed just to see whether this True God Sacharro who had hidden so long was worthy of my attention. It turns out that I've long since been surpassed. Good, I'll follow Falkor's lead and leave first."

God Goldeen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, unable to stop the beating of his heart. He was wondering why Falkor wasn't here, it turned out he left first… He really had underestimated True Gods. The amount of luck attached to them was unimaginable, how could they die here at his whim? He was nothing but a dancing clown.

There was only a one-word difference between his title and theirs, but it was akin to an endless chasm he could never hope to bridge!

Dyon smiled lightly as he quickly circulated Holy Type energy, quickly healing himself. It seemed he wasn't the only one in this generation with trump cards. No wonder they dared to come in without protectors.

With a thought, seven spatial rings appeared in Dyon's hands. Unlike what others thought, he didn't have a massive clan backing him, so how could he let the fortuitous encounters of seven peak celestials go?

Aside from Blythe and Wilder, now only the Golden Crow Disciples remained. Dyon found First Inner Disciple Louis' expression particular interesting. Why did he look like he had just swallowed a dead cat?

"We have to move quickly, before the Flame Sprite is born. I'll leave the inner disciples to you. Me and the beast babies will handle God Goldeen and the peak celestials. They shouldn't last more than a few minutes against you."

Madeleine smiled lightly, her demeanor changing in an instant. In that moment, the suppression this world had tried to levy upon her shattered. The shimmering image of a Goddess riding upon a Phoenix bathed in violet flames appeared behind her.

How could a deity be suppressed?!

Dyon grinned. An irrational part of his mind wanted to bed this wife of his now.

'Later.' A sweet voice entered Dyon's mind, causing his blood to rush. Even without Titan Emperor's Will, he felt twice as powerful.

The husband and wife pair surged forward as one. Madeleine facing the three Golden Crow disciples and the remaining Blythe and Wilder, while Dyon fearlessly careened toward God Goldeen, wings of black appearing to his back.

'Why is the suppression not working on them? I don't understand!' God Goldeen roared in his mind, wanting to blame his Ancestor but not daring to.

But, how could he know that his Ancestor was aggrieved as well? After using tens of millions of years of acc.u.mulated power to suppress the beasts for phase one and two, he hardly had any strength left. He had thought that he was still enough to suppress mere celestials, but who would have known that this husband and wife pair were so lofty? Both actually had God Constitutions!

The beast babies bloomed to their full size. In an instant, five oppressive attacks tore through the air.