Penultimate

Dyon took a step forward, causing Aritzia's knees to tremble. 

"My Origin Source… What did you do to it?!" 

"Isn't this just the natural course? My Dao is stronger than yours, so yours was swallowed up. Did you really believe you were closing in to my previous strength? The people that I, Dyon Sacharro surpass, have no right to stand before me again!" 

Dyon's words were like a clap of thunder to Aritzia's mind. 

The last person he had spoken these words to was Chenglei. They were the same exact words, yet the status of the individuals who were victims to it were worlds apart. 

But, this was exactly the kind of person Dyon was. It didn't matter to him who stood before him. He would treat them all the same. His arrogance wasn't one that faltered depending on who he was facing. No matter what, his back would stand straight enough to pierce through the Heavens. 

Aritzia was just yet another victim.