“You truly have a death wish…” Jared’s voice out through the poison-laden mist, a cold grin crawling across his face. A mere Earthly immortal Realm Level Five dares strut before me?

The audacity almost amused him. He faced King Millesnake without blinking. In one casual arc of the Dragonslayer Sword, hundreds of radiant blades burst from the swing, streaking toward the monster like meteors breaking free from a cruel sky.

King Millesnake’s body fragmented mid-air, severed into grotesque sections that thudded to the ground. Black, fetid blood splashed over the toxic undergrowth, its vile touch so caustic that even the poison-fed plants sizzled and smoked.

“You b*stard! How dare you slaughter my King Millesnake!” Sarpa’s single remaining eye bulged, the hand clutching his burlap sack gone bone-white with fury.

That a Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine could erase his painstakingly reared beast, it was an outrage Sarpa’s mind fought to process.

King Millesnake had stood proudly at Earthly Immortal Realm Level Five, a terror few would provoke.

With a furious slap to his own chest, Sarpa spat a thin arc of pale green blood essence onto the soil.