บท 1883: Headache

A blinding sword light sought to slice Dyon's head from his neck, but just a single finger of his stopped it in its tracks. No, it was more accurate to say that his single finger sent it rebounding into the distance, causing a gorgeous white-haired woman with black eyes housing a slight red tint to almost lose control. 

"Didn't I say it all those years ago?" Dyon spoke casually. "Even if I handed you strength on a silver platter, you'll never be my match." 

Lilith looked toward Dyon with a murderous gaze. 

Her prediction back then had been correct. If Dyon gave her access to the Devil Vein, she wouldn't even need ten years to climb from the lower celestial realm, all the way to the dao realm. However, there was one thing she had gotten horribly wrong. Even with her vast increase in strength, she wasn't even near a match for Dyon… In fact, she wasn't even a match for his daughter, let alone him!