Chapter 5787 Old Habits Return
- "Sheldon Soulsby," Jared continued, his voice rolling like distant thunder, "were you not already half-dead from your duel with Mr. Cloudridge, I would crack your skull open and raze that wretched den you call a sect. Gather your remaining lackeys and crawl back to the Blood-scar Plains. Tell Soul Devourer that Jared Chance has arrived on level ten and is hunting for him. Remind that b*stard to stand ready. I'm coming to tear his soul apart."
- Jared's eyes narrowed, pupils flashing like twin shards of obsidian. A killing intent—colder and sharper than before—poured off him in waves. Soulsby felt as if he had tumbled into a frozen abyss, every muscle locking tight. "You'd do well," Jared added, voice now a low growl, "to make sure Soul Devourer abandons the Infinite Soul Demon Sect altogether. Next time we meet, it won't be my palm that greets him—it will be my sword, and that day, your entire sect will cease to exist."
- Rage shook Sheldon's battered frame. Demonic essence battered the walls of his meridians, threatening to drive him into madness. He glared at Jared, hatred boiling so fiercely it almost took form—a phantom knife poised behind his eyes, begging to carve Jared to pieces.