“Looking at your daughter, seems like a virg!n. I wonder if could even handle me…” As spoke, Jared suddenly pulled Jhaelyn into his arms, his hands beginning to roam.
“Stop!” Braxton exploded with rage.
Though consumed with fury, retracted his terrifying pressure, relieving the cultivators of the Caxton Continent. Had not, many more would’ve been crushed under the weight of his aura.
“Jared! You’re doing this in front of everyone. Don’t you feel the slightest bit of shame?” Braxton tried to rein in his anger, confronting Jared with words instead of force.
“What’s there to be ashamed of? I don’t steal, I don’t rob. Unlike you, I don’t prey on the weak, take their resources, or steal their land…”
“Aren’t you people from the Celestial Palace supposed to be all high and mighty? What’s the Caxton Continent to you? Why would you even bother with this place?” Jared fired the question right back at Braxton.
“That’s none of your concern! Release my children. Do that, and I’ll let your conflict with the Celestial Palace slide,” Braxton declared.
Jared chuckled. “You think too highly of yourself. You’re just the overlord of the Eighth Hall. Do you really believe you control the entire Celestial Palace? The day you’re stripped of that title, you’ll be nothing. All you do is talk tough.”
“You…” Braxton was so furious, could hardly get the words out. But knew Jared was right.
As the overlord of Celestial Palace’s Eighth Hall, his influence was minimal. Within the Celestial Palace itself, was practically a non-entity. Ever since was recalled to the Ethereal Realm by descendants of the Haverford family, he’d returned injured, mocked, and looked down upon.
The Celestial Palace had even begun cutting back on the resources they sent to the Eighth Hall.
With no other options, Braxton had led his people to level one, taking over Winged Tiger City and using it as a base to strip the region of its resources. He had only just begun to recover and gather strength again.
But now, things were falling apart all over again. Braxton was suffering inside, yet had no outlet for it.
“Father, don’t worry about us!” Jhaelyn said firmly. “Just do what needs to be done. I’ll accept my fate and self-destruct!”
Meanwhile, Thorley was panicked, crying out, “Father, save me! Please, I don’t want to die!”
“Braxton, how about this? You withdraw your forces from the Caxton Continent, and I’ll let both your son and daughter go. Sound fair?” Jared laid out the terms calmly.
“Not a chance! I won’t turn my back on the members of the Eighth Hall just to save my own children. You can kill the two of them if you want, but mark my words, I’ll see to it that every last soul on the Caxton Continent dies with them!”
Braxton’s words were like ice.
The cultivators of the Caxton Continent looked at each other, panic written all over their faces.
Jared frowned. He might be able to outrun the Eighth Hall’s forces himself, but there were so many others across the continent. He couldn’t possibly protect them all.
Jemima, too, was growing anxious. Her face was tight with worry. She had promised Niou she’d protect the Caxton Continent, but if let the Eighth Hail go on a rampage now, she’d never forgive herself.
At that moment, looked at Jared. All hopes rested with now.
“Braxton, stop pretending you’re invincible,” Jared challenged. “You already lost to me once, in the Ethereal Realm. I can beat you again. So, how about this? Fight me one-on-one. If I lose, I’ll release your children and stay out of Caxton Continent’s affairs. But if you lose, you pull out of this land immediately!”
“Mr. Chance!” Jemima tried to reason with him. “Don’t let your emotions get the better of you. You’re only at Wandering Immortal Realm Level One, and Braxton’s already at Level Five! Challenging now is suicide!”
