Chapter 951 Surrender Now

• In her other hand, gleamed a dagger, its edge flashing with a murderous chill. The middle-aged woman angled the blade toward another vital point on Dominic’s back, intent on ending the duel in one coordinated strike.
• “You court death.” Dominic’s words cracked through the night like ice snapping underfoot.
• Sensing the dagger slicing toward him, Dominic released a cold grunt, more irritation than fear. His heel lashed out, booting two guards into the darkness. In the same heartbeat, he spun, iron muscles twisting like a turbine, and caught the middle-aged woman’s dagger between his bare fingers. The weapon was razor-keen, yet Dominic’s protective aura turned his skin to steel. With his free hand, he launched a thunderous punch of his own. An instant later, their fists collided, the courtyard shuddering under the impact.