Chapter 5962

Jared shot the Vermilion Demon Lord a long, flat stare—the kind reserved for old friends who refused to behave. He exhaled through his nose; any protest would only fuel the demon lord’s theatrics.

A harsh voice cracked across the clearing, slicing through the brief lull.

“Brats, you’re far too cocky. Today, the Shadowkill Trio will show you how real assassins play.”

Jared angled his shoulders toward the sound. His skin prickled at the threat, yet inside, he felt oddly calm, steady in the pulse of imminent violence.

Before he could blink, three silhouettes burst from the treeline in perfect unison. They moved as if pulled by a single wire—no hesitation, no stagger.

Space hiccupped.

There was no blur, no warning. In the very next heartbeat, the trio appeared at Jared’s flank. Six toxin-coated blade arcs lashed out at every vital point, flicking like serpent tongues.