Cold dread pooled in the general’s gut, Jared’s faint murderous intent was anything but theatrical.

“Stand down,” Lunaria ordered, her voice a shard of moonlit crystal.

The maimed man-face flashing from livid red to bloodless white-bowed under her command With a final poisonous glare at Jared, he staggered away to stanch the bleeding with his demonic aura.

Only then did Lunaria fully regard Jared Constellations seemed to swirl inside her violet irises as she studied him. Even she had caught nothing more than a gold streak slicing the air before the middle-aged man’s arm hit the soil

That warrior ranked Earthly Immortal Realm Level Two, an elite within Blackshade Demon Palace. Yet Jared had humbled him like a child.

“To think a Wandering Immortal Realm Level Six could possess such power. You’ve surprised me,” Lunaria said, her ruby lips giving no hint of praise or censure

It was nothing impressive,” Jared answered modestly “I was still holding back.”