Chapter 272 Yet I Must Kill You

Jaxon feeling the effects, admitted defeat. “I talked big for nothing. You guys carry on, I need a break.” He stumbled over to a hammock and collapsed into it.

Zephyr taunted him, “So much for being Jadeborough’s ‘Night Prince’. Can’t even handle your drink?”

Upon hearing this, Shaun nudged Zephyr, suggesting another round. “Let’s not brag and just drink.” They both raised their glasses and downed their drinks.

Bennett cautioned, “Though my wine doesn’t cause hangovers and feels fine the next day, you should still take it easy. I don’t want anyone getting an upset stomach.”

“No problem, if Zephyr doesn’t collapse tonight, then I will!” Shaun declared, egging on Zephyr.

Casper, intrigued, joined their drinking contest.

The table buzzed with lively chatter, lifting everyone’s spirits. Rhiannon, Yuliana, and Nancy, initially planning on non-alcoholic beverages, decided to join in with another round of pineapple wine.

Bennett invited Finnegan, “Come on, let’s have a drink too.”

Finnegan laughed lightly, cautioning, “Take it easy, Bennett, I’m not great with alcohol.” He clinked glasses with Bennett and drained his in one go, then

engaged in casual conversation.

By nine, Shaun and the others were thoroughly intoxicated, staggering about in disarray. Rhiannon and the other ladies had succumbed to sleep, snoring softly at the table.

Finnegan, his face flushed, set down his glass. “I can’t drink any more, Bennett…”

Mid-sentence, Finnegan slumped forward, collapsing onto the table.

Meanwhile, Bennett remained unaffected, as if he hadn’t touched a drop.

His complexion normal, eyes clear, he emptied his half-full glass.

with a tissue. His gaze, complex and conflicted, fell on Finnegan. “We have no old scores,

over his shoulder, steadying the man with one

Bennett carried Finnegan toward

a freshly dug pit, three

life debt. From this moment, I promise to protect your family, ensuring no harm comes to them,”

scimitar descended swiftly toward

it was mere centimeters away, a blur of black intercepted it. A dark, mesmerizing saber clashed against

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spun his scimitar into a defensive maneuver.

new opponent. Doom Star, dressed entirely in black, stood protectively in front of Finnegan. His saber was lowered,

aback, was not expecting this

of hostilitý surged, and

like a phantom, engaged Bennett with

He scrutinized them, his expression growing more grave.

Doom Star remained silent, their

eyes, clear and

he confronted Bennett, “We have no old scores. Why do you want

beat at Finnegan’s unexpected recovery. “How are you unaffected?”

sedative. But as a doctor, I recognized ‘A Thousand Dreams’ herb in it.

remained cautious throughout, discreetly using his spiritual energy to neutralize the alcohol’s effects as he sipped

“Was that why you were

were a skilled fighter, whose cultivation is at the Preliminary Rank of Terra Realm. Plus, you seemed to be cautioning everyone

and sighed, “I’ve clearly underestimated

you tell me why you’re doing this?” Finnegan

and I bear no grudges, and I have

it?”

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