Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 115: Refinement (3)

“Who are you! State your –!”

Before the man could finish words, a shimmering chain pierced through the air like a whip. Its tip barely touched his forehead when he blasted apart in a rain of blood and organs.

In that moment, the underground world entered a state of alarm. As a colossus of Yin City, they held unimaginable power. But, it was exactly this power that caused them to suffer so disastrously from the attack of just one man.

No one had ever dared to offend them. Even the other three powers wouldn’t dare act so arrogantly in this place. Yet this one man entered their home grounds and started to kill wantonly just because he got a little impatient. How could they swallow such humiliation?

However, this man was truly too strong. He seemed to take a life with every step. No, it was inappropriate to say this because he actually reaped more than ten every time he strode forward.

The underground world wasn’t truly underground. Or rather, it wasn’t entirely underground because there were most definitely an intricate and complex network of underground tunnels, secret meeting rooms, and treasure stores.

This place, however, was simply one of the properties that the demonic empress Johna possessed in the redlight district.

At this moment, the customers of this brothel scurried out from their rooms in an embarrassed fashion. However, despite most of them being half dressed, they still carried rage on their faces.

Compared to the other brothels in this redlight district, this one could be considered quite high end. The cost of even one of the women here was extremely steep. As a result, only those with exceptionally high statuses.

When it came to individuals of such high standing, which of them weren’t haughty and arrogant? Having their fun ruined by this one man obviously caused their temperamental personalities to flair up.

Unfortunately, those who dared to charge forward were directly blasted into blood mist. The chain was really too monstrous, snaking through the brothel like a venomous viper. Maybe the most shocking part was that the young man seemed to be completely unfamiliar with this style of combat.

They couldn’t help but turn their gazes toward the massive scythe in his right hand. From the beginning to now, he hadn’t swung it even a single time.

Just looking at it made them feel like they would be damned eternally to an infernal hell. Their souls quaked and legs trembled in its presence, even those who tried to take out weapons of their own felt the partners that had followed them for maybe their whole lives were cowering.

At that moment, just as the man was wantonly killing, numerous shadows suddenly flashed, snaking along the ground as though they really might blend into the floors before converging before the young man with the chain. They instantly formed 3 black cloaked figures, the genders of which were impossible to tell.

“You’re here to provoke our underground world? Who sent you?”

A voice came from the center shadow. The sound was little different from nails scraping along rusted metal. Even then, it was still difficult to tell whether it was a man or woman. It had a shrilly character to it that might very well have belonged to a female. But, at the same time, it carried the raspiness of a man.

“Bring me to someone with some actual authority. Otherwise, I don’t mind killing you three as well.”

The young man was obviously Dyon.

By now, he had realized that Little Rain’s chain was far more formidable than he had believed. In fact, if it wasn’t for the fact Dyon had restrained much of its strength by not allowing its fire to whip around without restraint, then this place would have been burnt to the ground a long time ago.

It seemed that the reason Little Rain had been asleep for so long was because upon becoming a fire sprite, he had to form his own unique flame. This was a process that took an exceptionally long time, and even more time considering he wasn’t originally a fire sprite.

When Dyon touched the surface of Little Rain’s unique flame, his excitement had grown to a new level.

Every unique flame had its own unique Characteristics. The Characteristics of Dyon’s own unique flames were Creation. And Little Rain’s was… Refinement!

Little Rain’s unique flame was likely the greatest unique flame for the refinement of treasures in all of existence. This only made sense as it was the unique flame formed of the union of a mineral sprite and a fire sprite.

However, this flame had a devastating ability. What was the reason it was so good at refinement? The answer was that Little Rain’s flames had the ability to break down all materials into their most elemental forms and allow them to come back together under its nourishment.

What was the result of this? Even without Dyon releasing the flame consciously, just the act of the flames touching those enemies he just faced caused them to burst apart. How terrifying was that?

‘I should learn some whip techniques.’ Dyon thought with a smile. ‘I had decided to use a chain as a weapon on a whim, but who knew it would be so powerful?’

Hearing Dyon’s words, the auras of the three robed figures turned savage.

“Attack!” The middle figure roared.