Chapter 5850 Domain
- "Bloodshed?"
- Celladin's mouth curved in a blade-thin smile. "To my people, outsiders are insects—crushed beneath a heel without remorse. Killing a handful of insects is no burden on my conscience. Surrender that sword, seal your cultivation, and accompany me to the palace for judgment. Do so, and I may spare the two behind you. Refuse—"
- He snapped his wrist. The crystal sword hummed, and frost crawled across the ground in a heartbeat, racing toward Jared and his companions.