This robably the first time in the history of the Yuhat a battlefield had been so silent. The ck of noise was almost palpable as everyoried to e to terms with what just happened.

  In the moments before his death, Byrius had broken through and bee a genuine prime saint, making him one of the stro experts on the side of the O’Brien alliance.

  Even with his injuries, other than Fain and Jordon – due to his on – no one should’ve been his oppo. A, Aiden Rohault, a man incapable of sensing, let alone using, the profound mysteries of the ws, easily reaped Byrius’ life with little to no effort.

  From the st report they read on him, Aidee being a mortal at the ninth rank, uo utilise a single profound mystery, was able to easily fight a a powerful peak saint like Lanke.

  Still, acc to Lanke, he, at most, was equal to those top-tier peak saints like the Holy Emperor of the Radiant Church, the Dark Empress of the Cult of Darkness, and Byrius – before his breakthrough.

  It had to be remembered that although the differeween peak and prime saints was only oep, it was a step that halted the steps of the vast majority of saints. In terms of actual power, the difference was like night and day. A single prime saint should be able to haen top-tier peak saints.

  When taking all of that into sideration, the shock those spectators were currently undergoing was very muderstandable.

  “Well, that was anti-climactic,” Wukong said as he looked in the dire Byrius’ corpse fell.

  Wukong was fully aware of the history between Byrius and Aiden. As such, he was very much looking forward to the day whewo finally met again after all the time, never believing for even a sed that Aiden would lose.

  He was someone who loved a good face-spping. As such, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of anticipation at the thought of seeing Byrius’ expression when he lost to his master’s husband after all these years.

  In parison, this was indeed extremely anti-climactic.

  The truth was, although Byrius saw Aiden as a rival/aremesis, the same couldn’t be said vice versa. After their very first fight, Aiden had never seen Byrius as anything but a defeated oppo.

  Even after being poisoned and being forced to essentially create a brand new path to power, that remaihe case.

  Had Byrius not stopped to attack him and instead carried on fleeing, Aiden would’ve been too zy to bother with him. Unfortunately, things hadn’t panned out in such a way.

  Whilst everyone else was getting over the shock of Aiden’s power, Ace couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

  Though he hadn’t said it, ever since his master left to attempt to make his breakthrough, he had been deeply ed. As a fellow user of the [Imposing Devourment], he uood the implications of failure, especially after almost crippling himself the first time he used it.

  To make matters worse, he had used it on his physical body and dantian, his master, was using it on his soul, which was several times more fragile. Failure would undoubtedly meaaih.

  As for Aiden’s dramaticrease in strength, Ace saw that as a given. It had to be remembered that when fighting, Aiden drew his power from his use of impose, whi turn drew his power from the strength of his soul.

  Previously, Aiden’s soul had only approached that of a Demi-God, yet upon using impose, his body was able to match that of a peak saint. Now, with his soul having broken through to the realms of a Demi-God, upon using Impose, Ace guessed that his master’s body was able to match that of a prime saint, and even that was a servative estimate.

  The deathly silence came to an end as a terrifyingly palpable killing i suddenly surged forth.

  “You killed him?” Fain asked, his toing decidedly colder as he stared at his junior brother’s unmoving corpse. “Is your Yin-Yang Pavili to start a war with my O’Brien Empire?”

  Aiden merely g Fain, still rubbing his temples before uttering a single word. “Idiot.”

  Before anyone could react to his words, Aiden’s body flickered, appearing in front of his disciple.

  “What did you say?” Fain asked, his reddened eyes gring at the back of the so-called invincible mortal.

  Aiden’s brows furrowed as he turo Fain. His rubbing his temples wasn’t just an act; his head was gehrobbing!

  Though he had been successful with his breakthrough, calling the pain he was currently under excruciating was a gross uatement. He felt as though his soul was literally being burnt from the i.

  Fortunately, ever since he had first started walking this new path of his, his pain tolerance levels had skyrocketed to unimaginable levels.

  Still, the pain of taking his soul to the Demi-God level was like nothing he could’ve ever imagined previously. As such, his patience was at an all-time low. Thankfully, it wasn’t to the point where he had fotten all sense of reason.

  He uood the current precarious position of the Pavilion, or at least he thought he did.

  Before he left, his wife was still the only person capable of fighting at the deity level, and although individually, she was strohan the War God and the High Priest, she hadn’t reached a level where she could fight them both on her own.

  He knew Mathias could break through whenever he wanted, but that would effectively be ruining his future.

  Add that to the fact that, other than his brother’s Rohault Empire, just about every major force secretly wahe Pavilion to fall so as not to put so much pressure on their own forces; he khat if a war were to break out, it would effectively be the Yin-Yang Pavilion against the world.

  In 100 years or so, when his disciple and the other students of the pavilion had fully matured, the Pavilion’s standing would be fully secured with no one daring to bare their fangs at them, but until then, he couldn’t afford to do anything to jeopardise their future.

  Because after pleting his breakthrough, he came straight over to find his disciple, he had no idea that Cesar had also bee a deity, making it so that even if all the other human forces really chose to form an alliahey still wouldn’t easily provoke the Pavilion.

  Had he known that, he wouldn’t care so much about provoking the O’Brien Empire. Still, because he didn’t know that, he chose to expin himself – something he was usually too zy to do.

  “I had been here sihe beginning of the war,” Aiden expined. “Regardless of what happened, I had absolutely no i in intervening. It was your foolish junior brother who chose to attack me; I simply defended myself.

  I called you an idiot because you seem incapable of uanding such simple logic. If, despite knowing that, you still choose to start a war with us, feel free.”

  As he said to there, Aiden’s previously indifferent and seemingly unfocused eyes became fearfully sharp, as a frightful killing i, which didn’t seem to lose out to Cesar’s, surged forth, all but pletely suppressing Fain’s. “Just know that should you make that choione of you will be leaving here with your lives!”

  Between Aiden’s previous dispy of power and his exceedingly potent killing i, the eyes of Fain’s allies stricted as their hearts threateo beat out of their chests as the fear of death threateo overwhelm them.

  Unlike Aiden, they were fully aware of Cesar’s breakthrough. They khat as it stood, the Yin-Yang Pavilion had two experts with the power of a deity, and now, if you add Aiden, they also had two experts eared to have the power of a prime saint.

  It must be remembered that, although on paper, the Yun Empire was the equal of the O’Brien Empire, iy, they were anything but.

  The War God and High Priest were equals, true, but when it came to saints, Fain was the only person still alive oher side to bee a prime saint. On his own, he could sughter all of the Yun Empire’s peak saints and still have energy to spare, say nothing of O’Brien’s other saints.

  Of the rest of the ti’s prime saints, none of them beloo any of the major forces. All of them choosing to seclude themselves from the secur world, fog to break through and bee deities.

  As a result, even if all the other major forces – excluding the Rohault Empire – were to form an alliance, with the Pavilion having two experts at the prime saint level, the ces of them winning were slim to none, and even if they did, at what expehe price they would have to pay would be catastrophic.

  “No, we have no sutentions,” Felicia hurriedly but respectfully interjected. “We, of course, believe your words. If you say you didn’t io involve yourself, then you didn’t io get involved.”

  “Hahaha, some alliance,” Fain ughed sadistically as he gred at Felicia and the rest of his spineless, so-called allies before turning back to the murderer of his junior brother, a vicious grin taking shape as his grip around his sword tightened. “I have long since heard the tales of the abilities of the so-called ‘invincible mortal’. It would be a shame not to see your power for myself.

  Don’t worry; I’m not representing my O’Brien Empire. This is just a simple challenge from one expert to another.”

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