An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

Willem was so fast that, even to a grandmaster, it would appear as though he had teleported, leaving no time to react.

Bailey had already drawn Arion’s full attention, making Willem’s sudden attack almost impossible to counter.

When everyone thought his attack was about to succeed, a red divine talisman suddenly shot out and stuck to his forehead just as his fangs were mere inches from Arion’s neck.

The talisman exploded, releasing a surge of violent energy that blasted Willem over ten yards away. Before he hit the ground, a blazing fireball instantly engulfed him.

He screamed as he turned into a human torch. The fire burned fiercely, scorching his flesh and charring his body.

The flames clung to him like a curse and were impossible to put out. His blood energy crackled and hissed as the fire burned, and thick black smoke rose from his body.

The sight shocked everyone.

Just moments ago, Willem had almost succeeded in his ambush, but Arion had been prepared. With a single talisman, he stopped the attack and set Willem on fire, leaving him screaming in agony.

Despite Willem possessing remarkable vital energy, he still felt pain. Ordinary wounds were nothing to him since he could heal instantly, so the pain was barely noticeable.

was different, especially with flames that couldn’t be extinguished. For someone with regenerative abilities, it was a nightmare of continuous pain as his skin burned and

of Gods quickly pulled

released a torrent of mist. The raging fire was immediately suppressed

effect, the god threw two more blue orbs. Finally, the flames that had consumed

and he looked horrifying. Fortunately, his regenerative power was so formidable that the scorched skin began

few minutes, Willem had fully recovered, though his complexion

regeneration came at a cost. Unlike martial artists who restored their strength with spiritual energy, vampires relied on drinking blood-preferably

your sleeve, old geezer. Looks like I

underestimated me, but you also overestimated yourself,” Arion

suddenly turned to the god from the Hall of Gods who had just saved him. He smiled

you need?” The god was

“Your life.”

with his mouth parted and sank

in terror. He struggled to fight back but

gulps, and the god’s body visibly shriveled and withered before everyone’s eyes. In mere moments, the once-mighty figure