Chapter 1935 Lost

Khilar was ranked 3rd among Spiritual Sprites and ranked top 20 amongst all Sprite geniuses. This sort of insult wasn't one that he'd take lying down, especially after seeing the woman he fancied strung up and hung as though she was nothing more than an ornament of their humiliation.

His aura continued to climb, violent greens and dark purplish hues surrounding his body.

Dyon gave Aredhel not a single hint nor any advice. The Demon Generals were all world cla.s.s geniuses from across numerous Eras. Dyon simply didn't need to guide him even if this task was difficult.

"You have three hours." Dyon said.

Aredhel laughed. "In that case, I'll do it in one!"

Suddenly, the elvin prince's slender but powerful body fell forward. It seemed for a moment that he would fall face first in the ground below, but that was when his pierced toward Khilar with speeds beyond common sense. Dyon might have been able to emulate speed with his spatial wills, but Aredhel was a true speed specialist!

Khilar roared, his momentum reaching its peak in an instant as his True Domain whirled to life around him.

'So what if you're faster than I am? What does your speed mean within my poison world?!'

Unfortunately, matters simply didn't go how Khilar imagined.

At first, those spectating believed that Aredhel hadn't activated his True Domain yet because he simply hadn't comprehended one. After all, he was a mere 1st stage dao expert. It took time to formulate one's own True Domain.

But as the man who looked like an elvin prince attacked, they began to realize that his carefree smile didn't leave. His sabers were akin to twin demon scythes, his arms swinging along with their grace as though he was dancing to a beautiful rhythm.

Poison? Aredhel fought as though he didn't notice.

"[Demon Emperor's Will. Act Two. Stage Three]."

Aredhel's bodily strength grew by a factor of 64 just as the hour mark was approaching. A moment later, a world of fire shattered Khilar's True Domain which had already been at the end point of his stamina.

"I guess I'll keep my promise" He said with a smile. " [Demonic Pedestal Dance. 51st Stance]."

Aredhel's sabers carried the will of death. b.l.o.o.d.y cuts began to acc.u.mulate on Khilar's body, no matter what he tried to counter with, it all seemed useless.

PUUU

Khilar lost a leg.

PUUU

Khilar lost an arm.

PUUU

A quick saber slit across his torso.

Aredhel's demonic dance was only just reaching its peak. His eyes had lost their carefree charm and were replaced by the orbs of darkness. He seemed to want to plunge the world into endless depths of death and despair.

His twin sabers snaked forward, crossing over like a pair of scissors aimed at decapitating the sprite youth.

Khilar's gaze lost its light. He had not only lost, he had lost terribly. Now, the only thing that awaited him was death.

"That's enough."

Dyon's voice was soft, but the seemingly possessed Aredhel snapped out of it immediately. By the time his attack paused, the sharp edges of both of his blades had been across Khilar's neck, their spines resting on his shoulders as though using them as a road to his life.

The mighty sprite youth collapsed, his legless hip and armless shoulder forcing him to strew in his own puddle of blood.

Dyon smiled as Aredhel strode back. "That was a clever way to handle his poison. Not bad."

Aredhel grinned but said nothing more.

Dyon knew that Aredhel specialized in two paths. The twin saber and fire. Neither of those things could directly deal with such potent poison, but Aredhel had another trump card: his Inner World.

Aredhel actually purposely allowed the poison into his body and let it to fuse with his qi. Then, he swapped this poisoned qi for healthy qi stored within his Inner World. Like this, even though he was inviting the poison into his body, it actually didn't weaken him at all.

Then, he was actually able to turn Khilar's own strength against him when he projected his True Domain. He took hold of Khilar's qi after using his G.o.ds.h.i.+p abilities within his Inner World to purify it. Then, he added it to his own strength, using it to fuel his final attack flurry.

Like this, one of the Sprite Alliance's twenty best geniuses fell to a young man none of them had ever heard of.

On top of this, though Dyon might have seemed merciful, not killing Khilar at all was yet another slap to the face. Maybe after today, Khilar would never again be the genius he once was.

The Sprites, of course, wanted to avenge this loss. But now it was obvious that no one ranked below Ainica and Khilar were worthy of partic.i.p.ating.

However, they lost one after another.

"Maals.h.i.+ra."

A gorgeous young lady with blazing red hair was next. She wielded a great sword two times the height and three times the width of her very own body, yet the b.l.o.o.d.y ma.s.sacre she left in her wake was undeniable.

"Ithirae."

An ice beauty with a long snaking whip in the shape of a white scaled serpent decimated the Earthen Sprites' 3rd ranked genius.

"Gaylia."

She was a usually scantily clad young woman with sharp flying daggers strapped all around her slender, soft legs. If it wasn't for the fact every flick of her wrist led to a rain of blood, one wouldn't have the heart to attack such a beautiful woman. But, currently, in her black armor, she was no longer a beauty, but rather a harbinger of death.

The Vice Commanders swept through the geniuses of the sprite alliance. The only ones who didn't raise a hand to attack themselves were Ryu and his mother Giralda, but the reason why was obvious. It wasn't that they were too weak, but rather because they were Dragons. Dyon was making it a point to defeat this so-called Sprite Alliance with nothing but humans!

The sprites could only watch on in horror as the geniuses they revered were beaten and bludgeoned. The only hope they had to cling to was that the 1st and 2nd ranked geniuses of their Sprite Alliance had yet to even appear, let alone battle. But, this was only a minor comfort.