The King Of Warriors (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4290

In just over ten minutes, only a few disciples of the Soul Demon Sect remained standing; the rest lay sprawled on the ground, writhing in pain. Trystan, panting heavily, was overwhelmed with exhaustion. His body ached from the intense effort, leaving him unable to unleash another devastating strike. Seeing so many disciples injured, anxiety gnawed at him, compounding his frustration.

Pfft!

He spurted out a gush of fresh blood, and immediately, his aura drastically diminished.

“Father!”

“Father!”

Faiyar and Serena hurried over, supporting Trystan.

At that moment, Trystan's aura weakened dramatically. His face, now etched with deep wrinkles, seemed to have aged years in an instant. Overwhelmed by anxiety and the rapid drain of his energy, the strain proved too much for his body. With a final shudder, he collapsed to the ground, utterly spent.

Observing this scene, Cassius smirked and taunted smugly, “Trystan, you're so weak! I didn't even fight back! How come you're already down? If you don't kill me, I'll have the chance to lay my hands on your daughter. My men are all curious to have a taste of a dual cultivator.”

Smirking, he provoked Trystan.

“You...” Trystan gritted out, coughing up another mouthful of blood, his aura growing increasingly feeble.

Cassius burst into uproarious laughter.

“F*ck you!” Faiyar was furious. Serena was his woman, and the audacity of Cassius to insult her like that was unbearable. As a man, he was understandably agitated.

Flames exploded from Faiyar's body, turning him into a living inferno. A wave of red firelight surged across the sky as he hurtled toward Cassius, ready to sacrifice himself in a desperate attempt to take his foe down with him.

For a moment, Cassius stood frozen in surprise before a cold sneer spread across his face. “Pathetic,” he scoffed. “Even if you self-destruct, you wouldn't leave a scratch. To me, you're nothing more than an ant.”