King

The quintessence of the rod and halberd fused perfectly for Dyon as he grasped how to combine resonance and momentum long ago.

His halberd extended and retracted seamlessly, but also shattered the bones of the tigers around him like child's play, completely ignoring their tough outer skins. Even though the weakest of these beasts were of the middle celestial realm, Dyon's body flew around like a fish in water, seeing through their attacks with absolute ease.

Dyon couldn't help but be astonished at his growing strength. Until now, he had only managed to fill one half of the first of his new nine meridians, yet his power had leaped this far?! This was borderline unfair.

At first, Dyon had been a bit off-put by just how slow cultivating this 13th saint realm was. But, after witnessing its strength firsthand, he no longer thought such nonsense.