Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Outside of Cassius' expectation, Dyon's lip curled.

On the mortal plane, it was probably impossible for someone to tell that Dyon was using a primordial yin to maintain his form. However, this wasn't due to a lack of ability, but rather due to a lack of knowledge.

The mortal plane had fallen into such a sorry state and many of their legacies had been cut off. Though the culture of protecting pure blood daughters still persisted, many had already forgotten why this tradition existed and even those who knew why lost the means of utilizing this method, let alone detecting its use.

However, the immortal plane was different. Normal people couldn't tell, especially with Dyon's immortal sense factored in, but, those who shared the bloodline Dyon was using would be able to sense subtle differences they could deduce to the root cause.

Dyon hadn't thought of this possibility before, but he didn't show a shocked expression regardless. For one, he was a petty man who didn't like his enemies having a step up on him. But, the more important reason was that his thinking speed was so quick that Cassius hadn't even finished his words before he deduced what had happened.

Had Dyon been more cautious and constantly enveloped himself in his immortal sense to stop others from probing him, it would have been impossible for Cassius to see through him like this. But, Dyon's soul stamina was already being diverted toward keeping the balance of his body and he decided it was unnecessary to spare energy to do such a thing.

Another reason Dyon was unmoved by Cassius' words, though, was due to the fact he was certain that Cassius hadn't told a soul about this. If the Earl had known the truth, he would have contacted the elven clan to come and punish Dyon instead. That way, he would obtain benefits by doing nothing at all.

No, this Cassius wanted to monopolize Dyon for himself.

"I'm sure that you're a great genius." Cassius said blandly. "But, no matter what your story is, your life is all but finished unless you listen to me.

"There's a possibility that you earn an elven princess's favor through normal means. Or, it's also possible that you bought a high elf virgin for an outrageous price. But, whatever your story is, none of it matters.

"You wouldn't be hiding your identity in such a small place like this unless you were in some sort of trouble. Which means you don't have the luxury to be found out by others.

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"I'm sure that you want to kill me now, but I should tell you you don't have the luxury to be found out by others.

"I'm sure that you want to kill me now, but I should tell you that not only do I have countless methods of stopping you from doing so, it wouldn't matter even if you succeeded. I've already paid a price to split my nascent soul before coming here, whether you kill me or not, should you refuse my offer, the Elven Hegemon will want your head."

Dyon nodded as though he had great interest in what Cassius was saying.

"Do tell me, how many trump cards do you think this fat man had?" Dyon asked Cassius as though he was truly curious about the answer.

Cassius frowned at Dyon's words because this was truly the last thing he had expected to hear. Between Dyon flying into a rage or calmly accepting his requirements, it fell into none of these camps.

"I can tell you since you don't know." Dyon smiled like an amiable big brother. "He had no less than 37 defensive barriers, 12 instant teleportation fail safes, and at least 3 unique protections for his nascent soul, each of which could probably buy up an entire bubble world with their worth."

Dyon continued to explain as though he was diligently guiding a child.

"He was quite a smart man." Dyon nodded, affirming his own words. "He would never appear before me like this without countless trump cards. He looked like a fool, but he was definitely far smarter than you gave him credit for. Your only advantage over him was your bloodline. As a result, you had access to information that he didn't have."

Cassius' frown deepened even further.

"I know, I know. You must be really shocked. So many high-

grade barriers to protect his life, such expensive capital invested into preserving his worthless existence."

Dyon's amiable voice slowly grew colder, his smile flattening into a biting expressionless visage that sent shivers of terror down Cassius' spine.

"Do you know why he died anyway? It's because he was nothing before me. Those barriers? I can strike through them. His automatic teleportation talismans? I can stifle them. His soul protections? They might as well have been sheets of paper.

"So let me tell you what's going to happen. I'm going to kill you now. And pay very close attention to this next part right here. When that other half of your nascent soul notices this, it will realize it's made a mistake because now it only has a few seconds to live.

"By then, you'll have two choices. This will be a very important choice." Dyon's palm lightly tapped Cassius' cheek a few times. The latter had started trembling so uncontrollably that his leaked qi caused cracks to appear along the ground. "You can choose to die peacefully and take your punishment for daring to offend me in stride. Or, you can use those last precious seconds to contact and inform your Elven Hegemon and be the reason elves cease to exist on this plane."

Dyon's smile had come back, but it was so bitingly cold that Cassius' eyes rolled back into his head.

"The choice is yours."

These were the last words he heard before he died.

Dyon watched indifferently as Cassius fell to the ground.

"How pathetic. I didn't even attack yet he actually died of fear."

Dyon had accomplished many things in his life to this point, but this could be considered the very first time he had ever killed someone without raising a hand. Even more shockingly, this was arguably the strongest enemy he had ever faced. Well, if he disregarded the void beasts. After all, Cassius was a half step into the Immortal Celestial Realm.