Dyon grinned, swinging Saru from his side. She hardly had time to be shocked before she could only wrap her legs and arms around him with all her might, her consciousness slipping under the tidal wave of emotions.
If the Immortals of the immortal plane were aware what Dyon was doing while they were diligently planning for his death, maybe they would pass out due to rage.
But this was simply Dyon's way of doing things. Dyon was still Dyon. His arrogance wasn't going anywhere.
The Elves? They could come. The dragons? They could come too. Pill Sword Mountain? They were more than welcome.
In the same way he beat them down in his first life to the point where they no longer dared to raise their heads before him, he would just do it again. And, this time might be their last.
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