Bab 900: No Clue

"Are you trying to die?" Donari asked in a low roaring voice.

"Keep your anger to yourself. Unless I get confirmation that I can participate by defeating you, I don't plan on wasting my time fighting you for no reason. Like I said before, call someone with real authority here."

Shouts of anger began coming from the crowd of disciples.

"You're not even a disciple here!"

"You're not worthy of speaking to Senior Brother Donari!"

"Get out of here!"

Dyon hopped down from the hundred-meter-tall gates, not bothering to slow his fall as he slammed heavily into the ground.

BOOM!

A resounding crash sounded throughout the sect, causing the lips of those in the surroundings to twitch.

Looking at the massive crater around Dyon, that was no normal weight on his back. On top of that, he took the impact with his body! What level had his body refinement reached?!