Elder Vio stood stunned. It was his task to protect Conan but he really hadn’t expected that it would be necessary in that moment. Who would ever think that a mortal could do such a thing to an Immortal genius like Conan?

“That’s your son-in-law?” Dyon cringed, his eyes never leaving the old pervert’s. “How embarrassing.”

The short tempered Patriarch and his wife had just been feeling a little bit of appreciation for Dyon when they heard these words and nearly coughed up blood. Was it even possible for him to go a small moment without pissing them off?

“Where. Is. Amethyst.” Berolt growled.

“How do you know that that strike of yours didn’t just kill her? Who asked you to be so reckless?”

Berolt couldn’t imagine a time where he had been anymore enraged. He also couldn’t understand why Dyon continued to anger him despite the fact it was obvious that there was a large disparity between them. Was it simple pride? Or was he really that confident in his ability. Or… Was he relying on the Dark Tower Guild?

The old pervert’s sneer deepened. If that was the source of Dyon’s confidence, he was in for a rude awakening. That level of naivete was what he expected from a youth, wet behind the ears and drunk with his own power.

“Honestly I have no interest in battling you old man. I’ve wasted too much energy in the last 30 years. What are the odds you just let me go, hm?”

“Return Amethyst to me.”

“You’re too old to be acting like an angsty teen. Get with the times old pervert. She doesn’t feel the same way about you.”

“… It seems that you’re intent on dying…”

“Listen…” Dyon’s demeanor changed, an oppressive aura that blanketed the underground world billowing from his body. “… Don’t mistake my kindness or my smile for patience or benevolence. If you want your head to hang from your family mansion’s gates… keep testing me.”

A frigid cold wafted from Dyon. For a moment, it even seemed like his gaze had become a fluorescent blue.

Winds that could turn worlds into blocks of ice viciously whipped about, forcing even the old pervert to brace himself.

‘This cold is … no, it’s just extremely close… if there was a half level between a dao and a law… this would be it…’

These were thoughts of not just Berolt, but elder Vio, who had been tending to Conan, trying his best to preserve his life. They both felt the incredulity of the situation.

In the distance, Crystella looked on with a complicated gaze. Of course she had rushed here when she heard the commotion. However, this was the last thing she had expected to witness. Her grandfather was a hero, respected by all. Even the Vio Clan didn’t dare to disrespect him directly…

But this… This was something she had never seen before…

“Mortal! According to the laws of the Void Coalition Army, non-immortals with adequate strength are to be conscripted to act as frontline fighters. For the act of attacking the scion of a power of this Star Segment, you could already be sentence to death – I suggest that you come with me before the situation –”

“Didn’t you already hear that I’m not in a good mood?”

A surge of qi erupted from Dyon. Before anyone could react, the Tier 3 General’s head imploded into a rain of ash and ice.

Elder Vio, who hadn’t been far from him, felt his body uncontrollably trembling.

In that small instant of time, Dyon had somehow super-heated the general’s brain and supercooled the skull surrounding it. In the end, that caused his brain to violently expand outward while his skull shrunk inward, resulting in his head violently exploding right before all of their eyes.

“… You… do you not understand the consequences of killing a Tier 3 General?!” Elder Vio couldn’t help but call out in fear.

“… Do you not understand the consequences of trying to conscript a Golden Leaf Venerable?”

Elder Vio froze. It couldn’t be… They had gotten intelligence of a golden leaf venerable representing the Nightwell Clan and had even heard that it was the very mortal that ranked third in the most recent shifting of the certification rankings. But, how could he ever assume that this same boy had such high combat prowess?

‘It doesn’t matter who you are.. no, it’s precisely because you are who you are that you are most certainly the very last person who could afford to do what you just did…’

As though on cue, a strong soul qi surged over the fallen general’s corpse.

Tier 3 General Tovias deceased. Analyzing battle record and awarding merits

General in question was not assigned to a battlefield, beginning untimely death protocols. Reason for death found

The soul qi flashed red, training itself onto Dyon’s body.

In that moment, the stiff voice seemed to want to continue speaking, but it paused after the light hit Dyon.

Target found. Status too high… transferring…

The lights began to form up, slowly gaining more substance as time passed. By the 3rd second, a robed old man in white robes had manifested to the point it seemed that he was here in physical form.

The old man swept a gaze over his surroundings, seemingly finding it difficult to hide his disdain. However, none of them to say anything … not even Berolt…

The emblem on his lapel was too eye catching… The nine golden leaves of an Alchemy God!

“You are Dyon Sacharro?”

Finally, the eyes of the old man landed on Dyon, piercing through the air as though to put a hole in Dyon’s heart.