Chapter 5459 Think I Fear You
- He drifted downward, robes whispering against the poisoned wind, until his boots hovered a breath above the rock. One crimson eye swept the crowd, then locked on Jared. "You, boy. I sense talent—and a streak of Draconian blood. Kneel to me. Serve at my heel, and I'll grant you luxuries the Celestial King Palace never dreamed of. Follow, and one day you'll claw past level seven, perhaps even higher."
- Jared squared his shoulders, every vein humming with refusal. "Serve you? You presume too much." His stare cut like flint. "Monsters who bathe in souls end up under the same lightning they unleash. I'd sooner die on my feet than wallow in your filth."
- "Insolence!"