Dyon's eyes seemed to freeze over. Despite everything he had been through, he didn't feel the slightest bit of despair facing this new obstacle.
Facing Dyon's fierce expression, the Belmont ancestor couldn't help but feel displeased. He was a celestial level expert, and although he had less than 50% of his peak battle power, there was no doubt that he was still within that realm.
For a mere child to look upon him as though he was a lowly and insignificant existence made his blood boil.
If Dyon knew the ancestor's thoughts, although he would hardly care, he'd have to acknowledge his grand teacher's words. There was something about him that made his presence easy to hate. Whether that be his unbridled arrogance, or something else, it was there.