Chapter 2299 Who

Chapter 2299 Who

The First White Mother's attackers were stunned. Why was an island falling from the skies? Where had it come from?

Suddenly thinking of the First White Mother's words before it descended, a terrible premonition overwhelmed them.

At that moment, Gilpin snorted. "Just a small piece of land not even a thousand kilometers across. It would take just a single slash."

His golden sword vibrated with unhindered brilliance. For such a task, he didn't even believe that his silver sword was needed. He was confident. Just one stroke was enough.

A blinding ray of golden light followed the swing of his sword, shooting up into the skies without hindrance. It seemed for a moment that it would continue, reaching through the clouds and towards the stars. As for the island it would pierce through? Nothing but mere child's play.

However, the reality was cruel to the high elf. Absolutely nothing happened.

There were no shields that manifested to block the blow. There was no loud booming collision. There wasn't even the sound of rock splitting into two.

At first, Gilpin thought that this island was even weaker than he originally assumed. The best explanation he could think of was that his sword qi had gone through so easily that it only appeared to be whole while the island had already been torn in two.

But then, the seconds began to pass one after another. To an Immortal God, the concept of time was quite an odd one. In normal day to day life, even a 100 years would feel like the blink of an eye. However... In battle, a single seconds could be as much as ages.

So, to Gilpin, the ticking away of the seconds made him feel as though his heartbeat had stilled, as though the world had slowed to a crawl, and even more exaggeratedly, that time had stopped completely.

He realized then that he couldn't have been more wrong. He hadn't split through the island at all. In fact, his strike had been so insignificant that it was akin to a needle falling into a vast ocean.

His face reddened with anger, but his expression could only change once more.

If this island continued to descend like this and they couldn't break through... wouldn't they be crushed to death?!

"Scatter!" Jeanna roared, a pair of fiery red wings sprouting from her back as she flashed to the side at her greatest speed. All she could think about was leaving the range of the island.

No matter how infuriating Gilpin was on occasion, he was exceptionally powerful, nonetheless. To be unable to leave even a scratch on such a small piece of land left them all speechless.

The only one who seemed to have a smile on her face was the First White Mother. Even though she too dashed off to the side, a bit worried that her senior brother would crush her to death, her smile only grew brighter and brighter.

BANG!

The island crashed into the land below, squashing what remained of the Elvin army into flattened bit of blood and gore. Gilpin watched on with an ugly expression, his rage bubbling within his heart.

Compared to the size of the army, the amount that the First White Mother had taken out with her palm strikes had still been acceptable. However, the destruction caused by the island was far beyond just its size. There was a forcefield so potent around it that just the air pressure from its descent killed swaths of Immortal Law experts.

Is this a final trump card of the Time and Space Immortal God?

"That damned female crossdresser actually attacked my favorite city. They had bakeries that made the most delicious pastries, just like Big Sister Saru used to make them, but now it's all razed to the ground. I beat him up, but then he called his friends to help bully me!"

Gilpin's expression grew ugly. His face was quite delicate, but most people called him handsome. When did he become a female crossdresser?

The First White Mother's grievances seemed endless. She listed them off one after another without regard for the looks of the Immortal Gods around her.

The young man silently listened to her from start to finish, taking her every word with the utmost seriousness. The more she spoke, the gloomier his expression became and the denser form his killing intent took. By the end, those around felt as though they were standing in a quagmire of rage. Let alone move, they found it difficult even to take a single breath.

After the First White Mother finished, the young man's left hand raised into the air. An impossible torrent of soul qi washed forth, swirling around his wrist, palm and fingers and miniature arrays formed beneath his commands.

Soon, a pill formed and he handed it to the First White Mother, patting her head again with a doting expression.

She gobbled the pill up like a little kid. Under the shocked expressions of the Immortal Gods, her injuries began to heal at an impossible pace. Just what kind of casually made pill could possibly heal an Immortal God so easily?!

It was only then that the Immortal Gods finally got over their shock and focused their gazes on the young man. It didn't take long for them to recognize him.

Dyon Sacharro! The young man who just defeated Immortal God Nazaire and concocted a Peak Immortal God pill!

However... What was his relationship with the First White Mother...? Why was she calling him big brother....?

"...You..." Gilpin trembled. His grip weakened on his swords, causing them to fall to the ground completely out of his control. "... It can't be. You can't be him. I don't believe it. I don't believe it!"

By the end of his words, it came out no differently from a roar.

All that hatred, that animosity, that fury... It had all been bubbling up in his heart for so many years. Now, the man he thought of killing with his own two hands everyday was right before him.

His chest heaved heavily, his breaths coming out quick and short. Unknowingly, beads of sweat fell like the rain from his body.

A mixture of fear and anticipation filled his heart. If there ever was a chance to kill this man, wasn't it now? Today would be the day. It was his chance.

"Today... I'll wash away the humiliation I suffered all those years ago."

Dyon looked up and swept a casual glance over those present. He just happened to have eyes land on Gilpin when the latter spoke these words.

"..."

He paused for a moment. In his eyes, all of these people were dead for daring to bully his little sister in such a way, but Gilpin's words left him curious.

"... Who the hell are you?"