Chapter 5239 Debt Of Blood
- “Enough chatter,” Jared said, his eyes flaring with cold contempt. “Move, unless you want to die for nothing.” “Arrogant wretch!” the captain roared, rushing forward with the rest of his men at his heels.
- Kishor laughed—a deep, rolling boom that shook dust from the eaves. He met the charge head-on, vanishing and reappearing among the guards like a ghost.
- His fists fell like meteors. Bone cracked. Armor buckled.