Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections

Dio looked at Taizheng Gutian with a disdainful sneer on his face.

He seemed to be watching a poor performance, and felt that Taizheng Gutian's behavior was both ridiculous and pathetic.

"Roar, not only did you not run away, but you walked straight towards me?" Dio's tone was full of sarcasm and contempt.

"Flame Breathing Form: Vortex of Rising Flame." Taizheng Gutian roared, and all the strength in his body was gathered on the Sun Wheel Sword in his hand.

He waved the sword, and with himself as the center, a large-scale vortex-shaped fire slash instantly broke out.

This fire slash was like an angry fire dragon, with the power to destroy everything, it suddenly attacked Dio Brando.

The roar of the fire dragon was deafening, and the temperature of the flame seemed to be able to melt everything, burning and distorting the surrounding air.

"The World!!!"

Dio's low roar echoed in the air like an ancient spell.

As the sound spread, an indescribable wave surged out of Dio's body, and invisible ripples rippled in the air.

Under the influence of this wave, all the colors around were instantly stripped away, falling into a gray and white world.

The tumbling flames and leaping flames beside Tai Zheng Gutian all lost their dynamics, as if they were frozen in a still painting.

The overturned tables and chairs also stayed in mid-air, no longer bound by gravity, just floating quietly.

At this moment, except for Dio, all the objects around him fell into a state of time stillness.

The whole world seemed to stop for him at this moment, and he was the only master in this still time and space.

Dio Brando took a slow step and calmly avoided Tai Zheng Gutian's fatal blow.

Every step seemed so unhurried, as if he was strolling in his own courtyard.

‘One second, two seconds, three seconds.’

In the still world, Dio had a playful smile on his lips. He silently counted the time while observing Taizheng Gutian’s expression that was frozen because of the stillness of time.

When Dio counted to the third second, the surrounding environment suddenly returned to normal color like a painting that was infused with life.

The restraint of time stillness was ruthlessly broken at this moment, and the invisible shackles were instantly destroyed.

The flames that were originally suspended regained the power to wreak havoc. They danced wildly and continued to devour everything around them according to the previous trajectory.

The overturned tables and chairs seemed to be liberated, rolling and colliding on the ground again, making loud noises.

The flame slash broke through the roof of the restaurant with the power of destruction, and the hot flames devoured everything around them crazily.

Dio frowned slightly, feeling a little dissatisfied with the suppression of his own power.

“It only lasts for three seconds? It’s really miserable to be suppressed.” Dio’s tone revealed a little helplessness.

After launching that attack with all his strength, Tai Zheng Gutian felt a sense of emptiness and fatigue.

Looking up, the place where Dio Brando had stood was empty, as if the other party had never appeared.

"Not bad! Such an offensive application method is really amazing."

In Dio's eyes, although Tai Zheng Gutian's wave power is weak, the combat power he showed is amazing.

This perfect combination of power and skill made Dio have a strong interest in the breathing method of the Demon Slayer Corps. You should know that the normal wave breathing method focuses on self-cultivation, strengthening the body and delaying aging.

However, the breathing method of the Demon Slayer Corps completely subverted this concept and brought the power of the wave to the extreme. Everything is born for fighting.

This breathing method is not only not good for the body, but also increases the pressure on the body. It is completely a poison to quench thirst. The longer the battle lasts, the shorter the user's life will be.

This desperate fighting style shocked Dio. Even a madman like him has never seen such an extreme fighting method.

After roughly understanding Taizheng Gutian's strength and breathing method, Dio slowly approached Taizheng Gutian, with a deep light flashing in his eyes, as if he could see through all appearances and reach the depths of his soul.

He whispered softly, and every word sounded like magic, slowly invading Taizheng Gutian's ears and then penetrating into his consciousness.

Under the effect of Dio's hypnosis, Taizheng Gutian's eyes gradually became empty and confused.

He seemed to be trapped in an endless dream and couldn't extricate himself.

As Taizheng Gutian narrated, Dio gradually unveiled the veil of this world.

He learned about the existence of evil spirits, the mission of the Demon Slayer Corps, and the secret of breathing methods.

This information made Dio's understanding of this world more comprehensive, and also made him aware of some unusual places.

After understanding the general situation, Dio Brando suddenly punched out, and the powerful force instantly penetrated Taizheng Gutian's head.

Taizheng Gutian's body fell heavily on the floor, blood gushed out of his broken head, quickly dyeing the ground red.

Dio slowly stood up and walked to the window to overlook the scenery in the distance.

The breeze blew his hair, but it couldn't blow away the cold aura on him.

"Little ghost, don't let me pull you out." Dio showed a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth. This world is destined to have only one big villain, and that is him, Dio Brando.

In a secret hut in the Infinite City that was isolated by the power of the Naruto, the waxing moons gathered together to discuss the future after the death of Muzan Kibutsuji.

The unique perception of Yuhu was like an invisible net, covering the entire house, ensuring that their conversation would not be interrupted by any uninvited guests.

Under this layer of protection, the atmosphere in the house seemed a bit dull and depressing.

Hantengou lay on the ground, not wanting to participate in the discussion. He seemed indifferent to the death of Muzan Kibutsuji, as if it was just a storm far away.

Akaza, sitting on the futon, had an impatient smile on his face, as if he was tired of this discussion.

He admired power and believed that power was the master of everything.

He didn't care who would become the new demon king, as long as that person could show the power that convinced him.

The newly joined Dio Brando undoubtedly left an indelible impression on Akaza.

In Akaza's eyes, a strong man like Dio is the ghost king he recognizes.

However, when it comes to Wu Han, Akaza's attitude is completely different.

His disgust for Wu Han is almost beyond words.

If it weren't for Dio's order, Akaza would have long been unable to tolerate Wu Han's existence and rushed up to twist off his head.