Lost in his own thoughts, Ken hardly cared for the so-called danger zone around him. It was nothing but a joke.

These lands were known as Howling Wind Valley. They were surrounded by tall, coal stained earthen walls that seemed to stretch to infinity. However, the so-called danger of this valley was precisely the howling wind.

This valley utilized the beauty of nature to create specific high pitched sounds. The wind here had the ability to perfectly resonate with anything it came in contact with!

One could imagine just how dangerous such a thing was. If wind could perfectly resonate with one's body, too much wind would result in one's body exploding!

However, this wasn't the most fearsome part of the valley. There were devastating ghost-type beasts who were completely immune to these howling winds. They would whittle down adventurers.

When one attempted to attack with their qi, the howling wind would resonate with their attacks and cause their qi to explode within their bodies! The number of geniuses who died under their own energy was too many to count.

There were only two ways to ignore the effects of this howling valley. The first was to have an extremely powerful body. This was the lower tier after all, so there was a limit to how much energy the howling winds could produce even through resonating. Powerful body cultivators could ignore these effects.

The second was to simply have exceptional control over your energy. Using this method, one could either compress the barbaric additional energy that accumulated, or they could speed up their attacks enough such that the howling wind didn't have enough time to accumulate said energy.

These two methods were why this danger zone was exceptionally good for those who wanted to temper their bodies and improve the control they had over their energy.

What others didn't know was that there was a hidden third method The so-called ghost-type beasts of this danger zone were actually just projections created by the tower to simulate the abilities of the sprite race! This meant one very obvious thing: Sprites were completely immune to the effects of this valley!

It was under these sorts of circumstances that Dyon appeared.

He stood calmly on the dark, coal colored ground of the howling wind valley. Though numerous ghost-type creatures attempted to spawn around him, some fire attributes, others water, and still others wind alone with various other elements, they were shattered one after another, unable to withstand Dyon's Presence.

When Dyon saw Diasho Ken's figure, he memories flashed back to their encounter in the Sapientia Quadrant. This man dared to question his relationship with Ri.

Back then, Dyon held himself back, partially because he wasn't a match for Diasho Ken back then, and partially because he knew being reckless in enemy territory was a bad idea.

But now, two things had changed.

Firstly, Diasho Ken was no longer too high of a wall for him to climb.

Secondly, this was his territory now!

"True God Sacharro." Ken didn't seem very surprised to see Dyon here. Everyone was aware that Dyon was a Moon Lord and could teleport freely throughout the lower tier. "I see that you've decided to pre-emptively stall our approach.

"Even if you are here, there is only one path left to you: and that's surrender. Your Sacharro Clan will never have a place among the Gold Cities. Not this one, and not the ones on the higher tiers. You've made your death bed, and now you'll lay in it. The prestige of the Five Blade Families isn't something the likes of you can trample upon!"

Diasho Ken's approach was clearly far different from Cativa's. He had no interest in negotiating, he wanted nothing more than to crush Dyon beneath his feet, just like he wanted to do to the masked wife stealer in the past. Their only crimes? Being seen as powerful in the public eye!

The Heavenly Sword Guild roared to his back, their Presences climbing upward and clashing with Dyon's. Even if Dyon had Emperor level Presence, many here had already broken into the Duke level Presence. Their combined might was something they believed could overshadow Dyon.

"Heavenly Sword Guild" Dyon spoke faintly.

Dyon couldn't help but laugh. Sprites were already at an inherent disadvantage against him. His Presence was simply too overbearing. Even their attempt to match his was squashed!

However, sword sprites were even more pitiful. Sword Sprites carried the essence of a weapon, while this helped them master their swords tremendously, even to the point where geniuses like Diasho Ken could awaken the spirit of their swords, it was also for this very reason that they would be trampled upon by Dyon!

In that moment, a royal blue array spanning 100 meters appeared to Dyon's back.

A majestic crystalline armor that seemed partly ethereal coated his body, giving him the image of an unmatched war lord, a man who was completely untouchable!

The moment the Weapon's Master Half-Step Dao appeared, Ken's features froze. His body began to tremble irresistibly, a part of him even wanting to kneel where he stood.

Rage filled his lungs. Feelings of anger, rage, and humiliation swelled within him.

He roared into the skies, his energy surging to their highest height in a mere moment. His pseudo-domain swirled to life, painting the howling wind valley in a rain of swords. It was only then that he felt a semblance of relief, but even still, he felt that his combat prowess had been halved!

The rest of his guild weren't lucky. One had to remember that Dyon's Presence fused into every fiber of his being, including his comprehended wills! The effects of his weapon's master will in suppressing sword sprites might not have been so exaggerated in the past, but now, it was practically a death sentence!

At this point, the only members of the guild who could stand were the five captains. However, each and every one had their strengths halved!

Dyon's weapon's pagoda appeared in the air, causing the already eerie atmosphere to sink even further into depravity.