The eyes of the surrounding Sky Gods constricted. All at once, they looked into the skies to find a middle aged man carrying the head of a giant that must have been at least 200 meters from shin to forehead. They recognized this sort of creature instantly, and it was the kind of realization that sent a shiver down their spines.
The Fire Giants.
If there was anyone who could stand toe to toe with the Nine Powers of the Ninth Heaven, it was most definitely the Nine Demon King Clans of the Nether World. Seeing one dead, and not only dead but being paraded around without the slightest care in the world, they felt more suffocated by this sort of realization than even the aura that was being exuded from Primus.
Of course, Primus hadn't been too far away. He had been just outside this encampment. There wasn't anywhere to leisurely lay the Fire Giant corpse like there had been on the city walls back in the Nether World here since there were nothing but tents, so he had just chosen to do that instead.
But, as maybe he should have expected, this great grandson of his was a magnet for trouble. Primus faintly felt that Ryu was doing this on purpose, but it didn't matter to him one way or another. He was well aware of what it meant to protect someone with connection to a Taboo Power as well, but once again... he simply didn't care.
Primus was many things, but a coward was not one. He never feared the Martial Gods, he simply couldn't be bothered to raise a hand against such weak beings. It was a waste of his time and a stain on his prestige.
But now, his own personal feelings on the matter didn't matter at all. All that really mattered was his word. He had uttered that no one could touch Ryu for ten years, so he would make certain that no one touched him for ten years, not a second more and not a second less. As for what troubles came with it, he didn't really consider them at all. Wasn't this how Karma worked?
Ryu was wrong about one thing. Primus wasn't going out of his way to sever Karma with his family because he feared it, he saw it as nothing more than a natural progression of cultivation, that was all. He was obsessed with increasing his strength, and he did whatever was necessary to do so. Dealing with Karma was just one of his many measures.
If he acted, he definitely knew what he had done. What was the point of saying so much and expecting something that had already been set in place?
Ryu smiled. "Nothing else? A shame, a shame. Alright, goodbye everyone."
Just as Ryu was about to go, Jojo stopped him, her gaze still filled with a malicious light. It seemed that she was still very much upset, but Ryu was more surprised by something else: her backbone.
No one here knew the true relationship between himself and Primus. For all they knew, he was just an overprotective great grandfather and he wouldn't tolerate anyone disrespecting Ryu, and yet Jojo still stepped up.
Ryu couldn't help but commend her a bit inwardly. He found a lot more light in things recently, and he was less annoyed than even he expected himself to be.
"No one will be able to protect you inside the Heavenly Path. I'll make you pay for that foul mouth of yours." Jojo snarled.
The members of the Raging Inferno Sect almost jumped out of their skin. Even if everyone was thinking it, how could you say it out loud?! What if he really died and his Ancestor came after the Sect for revenge? Even if it wasn't Jojo that ended up killing him, she couldn't escape culpability.
"Oh? Is that so?" Ryu smiled, looking from Jojo's beautiful face to the armor that obstructed everyone's sight from what he sure would be a worthwhile look. "I look forward to seeing what's beneath that armor, then. I wonder how many strikes it can withstand."