Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 187: Undefeatable (2)

Amphorae looked down on her opponents apathetically. Although their hearts had burst, the vitality of Dragons was truly otherworldly. It was clear that they could still struggle if they had the mind to. However, Amphorae had no intention of allowing them to live. It wasn’t just because she was blood thirsty, but because killing helped her cultivation.

Of course, this wasn’t anything similar to cultivation stealing. Rather, Amphorae, as a dao expert, had long since formed her True Domain – an expanse of space she could project into the outside world where she became akin to a God. In comparison to a True Domain, a Pseudo Domain of a celestial was nothing more than a speck of dust.

Back when Amphorae formed her pseudo, and finally her true domain, she had taken aspects of the Composer Path of musicians and her Battle Lust Path she received from her Pakal bloodline and Angel bloodline.

One had to note that in her previous life, Amphorae’s father’s wings were black and tapered into red. Although this wasn’t an important point back then, it was one now. This coloration of angel wings represents a path of sorts. The Minister of the Angel Clan back then just happened to grow in battle, as such, his wings responded by tinting red.

At the time, Amphorae suppressed her lineage. After losing to Luna by what she thought were natural means, Amphorae tempered her wild nature to match the more ‘lady-like’ Luna, believing that this was the kind of woman her betrothed loved more. This idea of hers bordered on obsession, resulting in her blooming along the Holy Path. It was truly an irony of all ironies.

However, in this life, Amphorae’s mother was a frail woman who had already died long ago. In the end, she raised herself, rising up in the blood thirsty martial world. In this way, her true nature shone through, allowing her to tap into what it truly meant to be Amphorae.

Luckily, in this life, there was no Luna to manipulate the mind of her husband. And, just like it had been before, Amphorae unleashed her true valiant nature.

White wings were the representation Heaven’s Angels. Black wings were the representation of Hell’s Angels. However, this matter wasn’t so simple as it seemed on the surface. These titles sounded like one was good and the other was bad, but the reality was that they simply represented a path.

Heaven’s Angels were experts of the energy path. Natural energies loved and blessed them.

Hell’s Angels were experts of the body path. Their bodies had far more potential for growth.

Of course, with the level of talent angels had, they could ignore these pre-set paths if they so chose and still become world shaking experts. However, doing this would be ignoring their innate advantage.

Then there was gold… Well, that was a matter for another time.

So, what did it mean to have red wings? This was a path of blood and battle, a kind that was far more frequent in black winged angels, but still possible for white winged ones.

The fiercer the red of your wings, the further into this path you have fallen. While in her last life, her father had sunk half of his wings into a bloody red, it was still unknown how far Amphorae had gone… To everyone but herself, that is.

Simply put, if Amphorae’s wings appeared, it was likely that death was your only path… The others who knew had long since died.

It was at this moment that Damaris shot into the air, her beautiful features reddening with anger. Still, as a mere celestial, her beauty was far inferior to Amphorae’s, but such a realization only made her angrier.

“Stay your hand! Our more powerful elders aren’t here at this time.” Damaris said through gritted teeth. She really had half a mind to attack right now, but that would simply be foolish.

Amphorae’s third finger paused, her casual glance causing Damaris’ body to shiver uncontrollably from head to toe. Why was it that such a beauty made her feel as though she was walking into the depths of hell?

“Where are they?” Amphorae asked lightly.

Damaris’ brow twitched. It seemed as though Amphorae already knew that they weren’t here, but didn’t know exactly where they were.

The truth of the matter was that this wasn’t the first Clan Amphorae visited. Of course, she had ignored the smaller Clans and only headed toward the King God Clans. Yet, none of their true upper echelons were there.

Before, she hadn’t bothered to ask and simply killed wantonly before moving on, but she sensed an oddly familiar aura here that dampened her killing intent. So, she decided to give this little girl a chance to explain herself.

“The Sapientia Auction will be taking place soon so they outer quadrants will be making their way here. Leaders of various Clans and Sects decided that this was a good opportunity to talk about the next opening of the Ancient Battlefield as well, so various entourages are converging right now…” Damaris explained reluctantly.

“The auction isn’t for another half decade at a minimum,” Amphorae said lightly, “Why would they leave now?”

Damaris grit her teeth, finally mad at something not named Amphorae. “Those Star Clan fucks are so cocky. They want everyone to gather in their quadrants for the meeting, but they won’t open the teleportation formation in the Epistemic Tower Corner. So, everyone is forced to take the long way.”

“Language, language. How can a Princess be such a potty mouth?” Zaire, who had floated into the air with Lyla, teased.

Amphorae’s gaze shifted to these newcomers, causing the previously casual Zaire to tremble.

“You are my husband’s beast companion?”

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