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The old man turned a pensive gaze toward Dyon and sighed again. He had more or less figured out what was going on, and was quite impressed that Dyon was still fighting. Even the fact that Dyon hadn't once thought to rely on someone other than himself was impressive – having thought of the Dragon King for but a moment before tossing away the idea entirely.

'Too stubborn. So what if the Dragon King takes over your body? You'd still have a chance to live.' The old man shook his head, 'Much too prideful…'

'Hm?...' At this point, the old man was tired of being surprised, and yet, another overwhelming shock came to him. 'Peak of the Middle Saint stage soul?... How is he still alive?...'

As Dyon had expected, his grand teacher had not once thought of the possibility of Dyon's soul reach the saint stage so quickly. Even with understanding just where Dyon's soul talent came from, seeing it in action in front of you was the only way to truly understand the level of domineering it was…