A Warrior Undefeatable

"My lady, these two humans trespassed and killed our people. I only meant to

teach them a lesson," he said, head still lowered.

"A lesson?" she echoed, a cold laugh curling from her lips. "Had I not arrived,

would you have simply killed them?"

Sweat beaded along the man's brow; he dared not answer.

She dismissed him and turned to study Jared and Flaxseed, her icy gaze drifting

between them before settling on Flaxseed.

"You claim these peaks once belonged to your clan?"

Clutching his chest, Flaxseed gritted out, "They did. The Nine Serpent Mountain

have sheltered my family for generations. When did they become demon

territory?"

The woman's brows pinched in thought. After a pause, she shook her head.

"Blackshade Demon Palace has ruled this range for centuries. I have never heard

of your clan. If this truly is your ancestral ground, where are your people?"

Flaxseed frowned. "Could it be that my clan was wiped out long ago?"

I left for the Sixth Heaven and was reborn more times than I can count; thousands

of years have passed. I have no idea what became of them. In this realm, the

weak are swallowed without mercy.

She hesitated, then nodded as though the possibility made grim sense. "Perhaps

so," she murmured.noveldrama

"My lady, the Nine Serpent Mountain have always been unclaimed. They are

using a story to provoke us anyone could stake a claim with such lies," the man

blurted.

"Silence." The single word cracked like frost. He fell mute at once.

"I am Lunaria, princess of Blackshade Demon Palace. If your words are true, I will

have the matter investigated. But before anything else, you broke into demon

territory and butchered one of us. You owe me an explanation."

Flaxseed began to protest, but Jared

stepped forward and kept his voice

mild. "We did not kill without reason.

Your member mocked us, then tried

to take our lives. We simply

defended ourselves."

Lunaria's violet eyes shifted to Jared, a flash of curiosity flickering in their depths.

"And you are?"

"Jared Chance."

Before Lunaria could press him, the

man burst out, voice brimming with

fury. "Why waste words my lady?

They came to provoke us. Seize

them now and warn the others."

Jared glanced at the man and chuckled. "Seems the lesson I gave you earlier was

far too gentle."

Even as the words left his mouth, his figure vanished.

Lunaria's pupils contracted; she moved to intercept yet was a heartbeat too slow.

Splat!

A golden streak flashed. The man's right arm sheared off at the shoulder, blood

gushing in a savage arc.

He screamed and staggered back, face paper-white. Clutching the dripping

stump, he trembled from head to toe, eyes swimming with hatred and dread.

He could not fathom how a Level Six Wandering Immortal had unleashed speed

and power that even his armored demonic aura could not block.

"You... How dare you maim me?" he rasped, veins bulging across his brow. "Lose

my arm today and I will hound you to the ends of the earth."

Jared wiped the blade clean and

stood at ease. "When you lack the

strength, silence is safest," he said

ice coating every syllable. "Chatter

again and I will take your head

instead of your arm." The threat

silenced the man.