章 1960: Sacharro

Dyon's palm struck downward. It seemed incomparably simple and bland, but the profundity was simply beyond those of the Mortal Plane. This was product of fusing countless hundred palm strike techniques into one!

Without suspense, Fallen Hastam's head shattered, spewing bits of white and grey brain matter into the air as the final screams of his soul dissipated. 

"And you…" 

Dyon swept through each and every one of the 13 Fallen. 

The execution of such experts made those watching shudder. Were the Supremes really not showing up even after all of this? 

"Aiya, what did he call us out for if he was going to take all the true fun for himself." Chenglei complained.

Biibi giggled. "Big Brother Chenglei is too willful. If he's taking revenge for little niece Alauna, we can't step in personally, right?" 

How could they know that Dyon only called them out because he hadn't been certain that fusing The Seal with his Inner World would work?