An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Corpse?” Bill scoffed dismissively.

He continued, “Father, aren’t you exaggerating? Vampires are immortal. Even the most skilled martial artists from Dragonmarsh wouldn’t be able to kill me.”

He didn’t mention that the Holy Sovereign Church’s holy laws, while effective against vampires, wouldn’t be enough to stop him. Even Jeremiah wouldn’t be able to catch him if he chose to escape.

“Mr. Wolfe, your vampire gene is impressive, but you’re not immortal. If you were, the Coven of Blood Eclipse wouldn’t be a vassal of the Hall of Gods, “Jeremiah said calmly.

He continued, “Also, don’t underestimate Dragonmarsh’s martial artists. We’ve clashed with them multiple times over the years and haven’t come out on top. If you keep being arrogant and complacent, you’re bound to face consequences.”

Bill, being an inexperienced aristocrat, had no idea how dangerous Dragonmarsh could be. His earlier encounter with a group of young elites had been relatively easy by comparison.

However, if they provoked the older, more formidable figures, their chances of escaping alive would be slim.

“Father, I hope you’re not afraid of those Dragonmarsh martial artists. Seems like your title as ‘The Dust of Angel’ isn’t as impressive as the legends say,” Bill said with a sneer.

As an aristocratic vampire, he naturally looked down on human martial artists. He had expected Jeremiah to be on the same page as him. But instead, he discovered that Jeremiah was actually a coward and ran away from a handful of young martial artists. It was a real letdown for him.

If you disrespect Father again, I might just shut

terrifying power firsthand. A few years back, he was just as arrogant as Bill until

You really think I’m scared of you?” Bill snapped, baring his fangs and

Prince, he was used to getting his way in Esmington. After the

satisfied, let’s settle this with

wave of fierce energy rolled off him like a storm hitting the shore. The

changed slightly. He hadn’t anticipated George’s challenge and wondered if George was not afraid of the Coven

through the tension. An invisible sound wave broke up George’s intimidating

coldly, “We’re allies now. Our mission is to work together against the Dragonmarsh martial artists,

Father,” George said, lowering

and walked away from them, realizing that George and Jeremiah were clearly on the same side. He figured

would they send this spoiled brat to the front lines? He’s nothing but trouble for us,”

so-called Shadow Prince was riding on his father’s reputation to boss others

sent to Dragonmarsh under the pretense of serving the Hall of Gods.

he makes a name for himself in this tournament, his status in the Coven of Blood