The King Of Warriors novel (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.”

“Cassius, you heartless monster!” Trystan roared, his voice filled with desperation. “If you have any issues, come at me! I'll take it all—just don't touch my daughter!” Despite his fury, his body remained immobile, helpless to stop what was unfolding.

Faiyar seethed with rage, but he was completely powerless to act.

Serena tightened her grip on a longsword, her gaze fixed on the eager disciples of the Blood Bone Sect.

Determination burned in her eyes; even if it meant facing death, she refused to let these thugs have their way.

“Little lady, don't even think about resisting,” one of the Blood Bone Sect members taunted. “Just be good, listen, and it'll all be over before you know it—just close your eyes.”

“We promise to be gentle,” another sneered. “Besides, you're not a virgin anymore, so stop pretending to be a virtuous heroine.”

“If you play nice, we might even persuade Mr. Dykes to let you go,” they added, their words dripping with mockery as they tried to coerce Serena into submission.