GoodNovelChapter 4290 Stop Resisting
In just over ten minutes, only a few disciples of the Soul Demon Sect remained standing; the rest lay sprawled on
the ground, writhing in pain. Trystan, panting heavily, was overwhelmed with exhaustion. His body ached from
the intense effort, leaving him unable to unleash another devastating strike. Seeing so many disciples injured,
anxiety gnawed at him, compounding his frustration.
Pfft!
He spurted out a gush of fresh blood, and immediately, his aura drastically diminished.
“Father!”
“Father!”
Faiyar and Serena hurried over, supporting Trystan.
At that moment, Trystan’s aura weakened tically. His face, now etched with deep wrinkles, seemed to have
aged years in an instant. Overwhelmed by anxiety and the rapid drain of his energy, the strain proved too much
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtfor his body. With a final shudder, he collapsed to the ground, utterly spent.
Observing this scene, Cassius smirked and taunted smugly, “Trystan, you're so weak! | didn’t even fight back!
How cyou're already down? If you don’t kill me, I'll have the chance to lay my hands on your daughter. My
men are all curious to have a taste of a dual cultivator.”
Smirking, he provoked Trystan.
“You...” Trystan gritted out, coughing up another mouthful of blood, his aura growing increasingly feeble.
Cassius burst into uproarious laughter.
“F*ck you!” Faiyar was furious. Serena was his woman, and the audacity of Cassius to insult her like that was
unbearable. As a man, he was understandably agitated.
Flames exploded from Faiyar’s body, turning him into a living inferno. A wave of red firelight surged across the
sky as he hurtled toward Cassius, ready to sacrifice himself in a desperate attempt to take his foe down with
him.
For a moment, Cassius stood frozen in surprise before a cold sneer spread across his face. “Pathetic,” he scoffed.
“Even if you self-destruct, you wouldn't leave a scratch. To me, you're nothing more than an ant.”
With a swift wave of his hand, Cassius unleashed a blood-red mist that swiftly enveloped Faiyar, smothering the
flames that had consumed him.
In an instant, the fire vanished, and Faiyar was violently hurled backward as if he had slammed into an invisible
barrier. His body crashed hard at Serena’s feet.
“Faiyar...” Serena desperately tried to help him up. But no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't lift him
—his injuries were far too severe.
After all, Cassius was an Ultimate Realm expert. Dealing with Faiyar was a piece of cake for him.
“Serena, I'm sorry... | failed to protect you,” Faiyar whispered, his voice heavy with guilt. To him, there was no
greater shfor a man than being unable to protect the woman he cared for.
“Enough. Stop talking,” Serena said, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. “If fate has decided we
are to die, then we'll face it together.”
Cassius sneered at her defiance. “If you're so eager to end your life, | won't stop you. But before that, let my
men have their fun.” With a cold, twisted smile, he gave a subtle nod to his subordinates. “Go ahead. No need to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhurry—line up and take your turns.”
“Thank you, Mr. Dykes!” The Blood Bone Sect members’ eyes gleamed with sinister excitement as they eagerly
advanced toward Serena.
“Cassius, you heartless monster!” Trystan roared, his voice filled with desperation. “If you have any issues, come
at me! I'll take it all—just don’t touch my daughter!” Despite his fury, his body remained immobile, helpless to
stop what was unfolding.
Faiyar seethed with rage, but he was completely powerless to act.
Serena tightened her grip on a longsword, her gaze fixed on the eager disciples of the Blood Bone Sect.
Determination burned in her eyes; even if it meant facing death, she refused to let these thugs have their way.
“Little lady, don’t even think about resisting,” one of the Blood Bone Sect members taunted. “Just be good,
listen, and it'll all be over before you know it—just close your eyes.”
“We promise to be gentle,” another sneered. “Besides, you're not a virgin anymore, so stop pretending to be a
virtuous heroine.”
“If you play nice, we might even persuade Mr. Dykes to let you go,” they added, their words dripping with
mockery as they tried to coerce Serena into submission.
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