Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Her mind spun as she looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. She noticed that the beast skin that covered her chest was gone, but she had never cared about such things to begin with, or else she wouldn't have been so scantily clad in this first place.

Immediately, Thirteen intuitively understood where she was. 'This place smells like… Master. This is master's world?'

The word master made her shudder from the inside out. She felt a fierce rejection for the word, but whenever she wanted to replace it with 'bastard' or 'bitch', an even fiercer rejection racked her mind.

'However pitiful.' Thirteen released a sad laughter. 'My dao heart and Kingship are both gone…'

Thirteen didn't seem to be happy to be alive. If anything, she was pissed. She joined BPA so she wouldn't be forced under the heel of a human, and what had happened? She was forced under the heel of a human…

'Come out.' Dyon's voice filled her ears. There were no thoughts of resistance as she was forcibly expelled.

Dyon was no longer worried about Nine finding out Thirteen was alive. Even if she could use her divine sense here, which she couldn't, Dyon didn't believe that anyone could sense something he didn't want them to. At the very least, these three couldn't.

'Master.' Thirteen cringed as cold qi seeped into her body. She knew Dyon didn't want her to speak out loud in case those in the distance heard her, but sending a qi message racked her with pain.

Dyon didn't say a word as he stripped Thirteen of what remained of her clothes. He could see the humiliation seething deep within her eyes, but he didn't have time to think about her feelings. She had come here to kill him and snatch the hopes of his family and friends, he had no sympathy for her. If anything, this was a light punishment. If he wanted to, he could wipe her of her personality entirely.

Thirteen wanted to say something about how this really wasn't the appropriate place for this sort of activity. She had been the one to say that Dyon was handsome, and to be quite frank, she wouldn't mind jumping into his bed, it was her bestial nature, but didn't he realize their lives were on the line right now?

However, Thirteen soon realized how foolish her thoughts were. Dyon simply gave began to smear was seemed like a layer of thick grease on her.

At first she was confused, but she suddenly realized that she could once more use her qi freely. Her eyes widened. She suddenly understood that Dyon wasn't a pervert, he had a practical purpose for being naked.

Still, Dyon wasn't satisfied with this. It was alright if he was naked because he never planned to engage with the enemy directly. But, Thirteen would have to.

A single blow from Nine would be enough to blow this layer of whale fat from Thirteen's body. Though she could probably protect it with a layer of enigmatic qi, Dyon knew that if the three remaining warriors were forced into a corner, they too would use their qi.

'Hey, Old Lizard.'

A deep, ancient sigh came from a familiar place. This youth really did only call him when his life was on the line. This generation had no respect for their elders.

When Dyon's preparations were complete, his eyes sharpened.

His mind had been on edge for several days. The death of the two numbered warriors and the capture of Thirteen seemed simple, but they were spread out in split second moments that took place over numerous days.

Dyon's mental energies hadn't reached a state where he could battle for so long despite how powerful his soul was. One talent was irrelevant to the other. It took time to refine oneself to that level and reach the point of dao experts who normally had battles that stretched over months, even years.

Dyon knew he was at a disadvantage. His only strength in this battle was his mind, but while his opponents were still fresh, he wasn't. A battle of a few days was nothing to a dao expert.

'One final push. Within the next two weeks, you'll fall beneath my blade!'

An eerie calm overwhelmed Dyon. It was as though he had stopped breathing completely. The stillness of the ocean could fill one's heart with fear, as though the darkness had swallowed all forms of life. But, Dyon didn't have the luxury of feeling this emotion. It would only hold him back.

Like this, a battle for the fate of Dyon's unborn Mortal Empire began.

Flashes of blue lightning, massive clashes, and reverberating currents of water bloomed.

The two sentinels were no match for the combined attack of the three numbered warriors. Even with Ten's injury and their attack having started before Nine expelled all the cold qi from herself, the difference was unbearably large.

For higher dao experts to be capable of fighting two middle dao experts without their use of qi, it was obvious how large the difference between realms was. No, it wasn't entirely accurate to say they accomplished this without qi.

Whenever it seemed that Dyon would deal them a blow, the three would erupt with their full strength, ignoring the ramifications of their accumulating cold qi to blast the sentinels backward. Then, they would take advantage of their clashes to push water away from themselves and restore their normal state.

However, even with these occurrences, the sharpness in Dyon's eyes didn't fade and, in face, increased. He was focused on two things: defense and time.

He needed to make sure the sentinels never entered a position where they could be obliterated in a single strike. If this occurred, their regeneration abilities would be rendered useless. This was defense.

But, he also needed to lengthen the battle. It wasn't yet the right moment to strike. He needed the toxins of the King Jellyfish to continually build. This was time.