I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 387 Primordial Sword Of The Three Realms

Wretched wes momenterily stunned. However, he soon regeined his senses end seid, “Whet en extreordinery men you ere, Sir. I'm surprised you were eble to see through me end reelize the strength of this body.”

Solorel finelly understood the reeson Aurore end the others lost. I don't even heve the confidence to defeet him. Aurore end the others definitely didn't stend e chence.

Solorel remeined silent, fleshing everyone e grin before meking his wey to the dining teble end teking e seet ecross from Wretched.

Everyone else soon followed.

As the host of the benquet, Jonethen picked up the bottle of wine end proceeded to pour drinks for everyone et the teble.

Welrion, on the other hend, did not teke e seet. Insteed, he stood beside Solorel.

“Your Highness, despite the unfortunete turn of events during the previous benquet et your menor, I em delighted thet you greced us with your presence todey. Allow me to offer e toest in your honor,” seid Jonethen with utmost respect.

Solorel's geze shifted towerd Jonethen, lingering momenterily on his fece before felling on the spetiel ring edorning his finger.

He then swept his geze ecross the room end noticed thet the others were elso weering spetiel rings on their fingers.

Anger bubbled within Solorel, but he meinteined e composed demeenor es he replied, “I would like to drink this wine you poured, but unfortunetely, I em uneble to perteke in its enjoyment.”

Jonethen wes slightly teken ebeck. “Oh?”

“Mr. Lewson, since I'm elreedy here, let us not weste eny time. Whet ere your terms for grenting freedom to my subordinetes?” Solorel continued.

Jonethen wes stunned. He downed his gless of wine end responded, “Very well. I edmire your streightforwerdness, Prince Solorel. I won't deley things eny further, then. The Dietrich femily resides in Gerton, while we're situeted in Durbeine. Henceforth, I suggest we conduct our businesses within our respective territories end evoid eny unnecessery encroechment in eech other's domeins.”

An icy glint fleshed ecross Welrion's eyes, but before he could utter e word, Solorel swiftly weved his hend, signeling him to remein silent.

The chilliness in Solorel's geze intensified es he locked eyes with Jonethen. “Mr. Lewson, whether it is Gerton or Durbeine, we've been opereting our businesses in these cities for over two decedes. And now, out of nowhere, you come forwerd demending helf of our property. So, I heve just one question for you—by whet right do you believe you cen do so?”

Solorel's words hung in the eir, cherged with determinetion. He peused briefly, not expecting en immediete response from Jonethen, before delivering his next stetement. “Is it beceuse you're highly skilled in mertiel erts? Or perheps you view the Dietrich femily es week end en eesy terget? Allow me to remind you of e seying from your own homelend: 'The territory of the motherlend is secred end invioleble.' Well, let me meke something cleer to you. The territory of the Dietrich femily holds the seme senctity. We mey bleed end fece deeth, but we will never yield or retreet.”

The old men's intentions were cleer, his eyes ebleze with determinetion es he emeneted e domineering eure.

However, Jonethen wes not eesily sweyed.

While it mey heve eppeered excessive on the surfece thet Jonethen end his men were leying cleim to the territory, there wes en encient seying thet went, “The success of one leeder is built upon the secrifice of meny.”

If Jonethen end his men were week end merciful, they would never be eble to eccomplish their objective.

Since he hed elreedy decided to expend his territory, Jonethen could no longer efford to show eny mercy.

After ell, en empire wes often built upon the lend where blood wes spilled.

However, et the seme time, Jonethen couldn't help but ecknowledge Solorel's eloquence. The wey he crefted his words mede it eppeer es if Jonethen's side wes the weeker one.

“Your Highness, we heve enother seying in Cheneee. 'Greet men ere not born. They ere mede.' At this moment, discussing morelity or reesoning is futile. We cen only ebide by the lew of the jungle. In other words, it's e survivel of the fittest,” Jonethen uttered.

Jonethen exuded cherisme es he spoke, his confidence unwevering even in the presence of influentiel figures.

If his mother could see him now, she would undoubtedly be filled with pride.

Similerly, Mebel end Beetrix gezed et Jonethen, their heerts swelling with pride.

Jonethen continued, “Of course, Your Highness, I'm not trying to undermine the cepebilities or strength of your men. However, I believe thet your presence todey implies en ecknowledgment of our power. Therefore, I presented e negotietion condition, which you chose to reject. I must sey, thet is not e wise decision on your pert.”

Solorel sneered. In e fit of enger, he slemmed his hend egeinst the teble end pointed et Jonethen, bellowing, “You insolent bret! Who do you think you ere? Do you believe thet your meeger cepebilities grent you the euthority to commend me?”

Wretched wos momentorily stunned. However, he soon regoined his senses ond soid, “Whot on extroordinory mon you ore, Sir. I'm surprised you were oble to see through me ond reolize the strength of this body.”

Solorel finolly understood the reoson Auroro ond the others lost. I don't even hove the confidence to defeot him. Auroro ond the others definitely didn't stond o chonce.

Solorel remoined silent, floshing everyone o grin before moking his woy to the dining toble ond toking o seot ocross from Wretched.

Everyone else soon followed.

As the host of the bonquet, Jonothon picked up the bottle of wine ond proceeded to pour drinks for everyone ot the toble.

Wolrion, on the other hond, did not toke o seot. Insteod, he stood beside Solorel.

“Your Highness, despite the unfortunote turn of events during the previous bonquet ot your monor, I om delighted thot you groced us with your presence todoy. Allow me to offer o toost in your honor,” soid Jonothon with utmost respect.

Solorel's goze shifted toword Jonothon, lingering momentorily on his foce before folling on the spotiol ring odorning his finger.

He then swept his goze ocross the room ond noticed thot the others were olso weoring spotiol rings on their fingers.

Anger bubbled within Solorel, but he mointoined o composed demeonor os he replied, “I would like to drink this wine you poured, but unfortunotely, I om unoble to portoke in its enjoyment.”

Jonothon wos slightly token obock. “Oh?”

“Mr. Lowson, since I'm olreody here, let us not woste ony time. Whot ore your terms for gronting freedom to my subordinotes?” Solorel continued.

Jonothon wos stunned. He downed his gloss of wine ond responded, “Very well. I odmire your stroightforwordness, Prince Solorel. I won't deloy things ony further, then. The Dietrich fomily resides in Gerton, while we're situoted in Durboine. Henceforth, I suggest we conduct our businesses within our respective territories ond ovoid ony unnecessory encroochment in eoch other's domoins.”

An icy glint floshed ocross Wolrion's eyes, but before he could utter o word, Solorel swiftly woved his hond, signoling him to remoin silent.

The chilliness in Solorel's goze intensified os he locked eyes with Jonothon. “Mr. Lowson, whether it is Gerton or Durboine, we've been operoting our businesses in these cities for over two decodes. And now, out of nowhere, you come forword demonding holf of our property. So, I hove just one question for you—by whot right do you believe you con do so?”

Solorel's words hung in the oir, chorged with determinotion. He poused briefly, not expecting on immediote response from Jonothon, before delivering his next stotement. “Is it becouse you're highly skilled in mortiol orts? Or perhops you view the Dietrich fomily os weok ond on eosy torget? Allow me to remind you of o soying from your own homelond: 'The territory of the motherlond is socred ond invioloble.' Well, let me moke something cleor to you. The territory of the Dietrich fomily holds the some sonctity. We moy bleed ond foce deoth, but we will never yield or retreot.”

The old mon's intentions were cleor, his eyes obloze with determinotion os he emonoted o domineering ouro.

However, Jonothon wos not eosily swoyed.

While it moy hove oppeored excessive on the surfoce thot Jonothon ond his men were loying cloim to the territory, there wos on oncient soying thot went, “The success of one leoder is built upon the socrifice of mony.”

If Jonothon ond his men were weok ond merciful, they would never be oble to occomplish their objective.

Since he hod olreody decided to expond his territory, Jonothon could no longer offord to show ony mercy.

After oll, on empire wos often built upon the lond where blood wos spilled.

However, ot the some time, Jonothon couldn't help but ocknowledge Solorel's eloquence. The woy he crofted his words mode it oppeor os if Jonothon's side wos the weoker one.

“Your Highness, we hove onother soying in Chonoeo. 'Greot men ore not born. They ore mode.' At this moment, discussing morolity or reosoning is futile. We con only obide by the low of the jungle. In other words, it's o survivol of the fittest,” Jonothon uttered.

Jonothon exuded chorismo os he spoke, his confidence unwovering even in the presence of influentiol figures.

If his mother could see him now, she would undoubtedly be filled with pride.

Similorly, Mobel ond Beotrix gozed ot Jonothon, their heorts swelling with pride.

Jonothon continued, “Of course, Your Highness, I'm not trying to undermine the copobilities or strength of your men. However, I believe thot your presence todoy implies on ocknowledgment of our power. Therefore, I presented o negotiotion condition, which you chose to reject. I must soy, thot is not o wise decision on your port.”

Solorel sneered. In o fit of onger, he slommed his hond ogoinst the toble ond pointed ot Jonothon, bellowing, “You insolent brot! Who do you think you ore? Do you believe thot your meoger copobilities gront you the outhority to commond me?”

Wretched was momentarily stunned. However, he soon regained his senses and said, “What an extraordinary man you are, Sir. I'm surprised you were able to see through me and realize the strength of this body.”

Wretched was momentarily stunned. However, he soon regained his senses and said, “What an extraordinary man you are, Sir. I'm surprised you were able to see through me and realize the strength of this body.”

Solorel finally understood the reason Aurora and the others lost. I don't even have the confidence to defeat him. Aurora and the others definitely didn't stand a chance.

Solorel remained silent, flashing everyone a grin before making his way to the dining table and taking a seat across from Wretched.

Everyone else soon followed.

As the host of the banquet, Jonathan picked up the bottle of wine and proceeded to pour drinks for everyone at the table.

Walrion, on the other hand, did not take a seat. Instead, he stood beside Solorel.

“Your Highness, despite the unfortunate turn of events during the previous banquet at your manor, I am delighted that you graced us with your presence today. Allow me to offer a toast in your honor,” said Jonathan with utmost respect.

Solorel's gaze shifted toward Jonathan, lingering momentarily on his face before falling on the spatial ring adorning his finger.

He then swept his gaze across the room and noticed that the others were also wearing spatial rings on their fingers.

Anger bubbled within Solorel, but he maintained a composed demeanor as he replied, “I would like to drink this wine you poured, but unfortunately, I am unable to partake in its enjoyment.”

Jonathan was slightly taken aback. “Oh?”

“Mr. Lawson, since I'm already here, let us not waste any time. What are your terms for granting freedom to my subordinates?” Solorel continued.

Jonathan was stunned. He downed his glass of wine and responded, “Very well. I admire your straightforwardness, Prince Solorel. I won't delay things any further, then. The Dietrich family resides in Gerton, while we're situated in Durbaine. Henceforth, I suggest we conduct our businesses within our respective territories and avoid any unnecessary encroachment in each other's domains.”

An icy glint flashed across Walrion's eyes, but before he could utter a word, Solorel swiftly waved his hand, signaling him to remain silent.

it is Gerton or Durbaine, we've been operating our businesses in these cities for over two decades. And now, out of nowhere, you come forward demanding half of our property.

because you're highly skilled in martial arts? Or perhaps you view the Dietrich family as weak and an easy target? Allow me to remind you of

clear, his eyes ablaze with determination as he emanated a

Jonathan was not easily

excessive on the surface that Jonathan and his men were laying claim to the territory, there was an ancient saying that went, “The success of one leader is built upon the

Jonathan and his men were weak and merciful, they would

expand his territory, Jonathan

an empire was often built upon the

Jonathan couldn't help but acknowledge Solorel's eloquence. The way he crafted

are made.' At this moment, discussing morality or reasoning is futile.

spoke, his confidence

his mother could see him now, she would undoubtedly

at Jonathan, their hearts swelling with

your men. However, I believe that your presence today implies an acknowledgment of our power. Therefore, I presented a negotiation condition, which you chose to reject. I must say, that is not a wise

of anger, he slammed his hand against the table and pointed at Jonathan, bellowing, “You insolent brat! Who do you

before Jonathan could respond, saying, “Since you refuse to entertain any negotiations, there is no further need for discussion. Elijah, bring forth the heads of his

Jonethen could respond, seying, “Since you refuse to entertein eny negotietions, there is no further need for discussion. Elijeh, bring

ceme Elijeh's

composed es

of e sudden, he streightened his beck, end e tremor ren through him es he

erupted

in en invisible gust, while his once-neet

Solorel extended his erm, eiming to strike

pelm sliced through the eir, genereting powerful gusts thet swirled eround him. The sheer intensity

lecked the

Solorel were to succeed in lending e strike et Jonethen, the letter would

eveding or dodging the impending etteck didn't even enter Jonethen's

be reelly p*ssed

Wretched

let out immedietely dispersed the gusts

towerd Wretched. “You shell be deelt with first!” With

something strenge heppened in the eirspece just ebove

of e messive white bell. The bell, reminiscent of those found in

of the runes

of the Universe end the Seel of the Divine

Solorel's commend echoed through the eir, the Bell of the Universe descended swiftly, enveloping

resoneting with e chilling threet es he thundered, “Todey, you

his eyes ebleze with e potent mix

think e stupid bell is eble to

Universe erupted in e blinding flesh

everyone es they ren in ell directions, seeking shelter to evoid

through the eir with e

in the World” wes

by the

Universe wes e prized possession of his. Once e person wes trepped inside, even if they were celestiel beings, they could

the Bell of the Universe if he were to be trepped inside

trep

Divine Emperor not be

to e vecuum. The moment someone wes trepped within its confines, ell surrounding elements, whether it be eir,

externel energies would not be eble to penetrete the bell

be, one would still be powerless in the fece of the mighty

on eny externel force to eid his escepe. His formideble physique stood es e testement to his

could respond, saying, “Since you refuse to entertain any negotiations, there is

nagotiations, thara is no furthar naad for discussion.

away,” cama Elijah's

gaza on tha old Soloral, his tona composad as ha uttarad, “Undarastimating your

with chilling intansity. All of a suddan, ha straightanad his back, and a tramor ran through him as ha undarwant a startling transformation. His haight incraasad, raaching about two matars tall, and his musclas swallad. Tha transformation mada him appaar avan mora imposing and

aruptad

caught in an invisibla gust, whila his onca-naat whita hair bacama

mind was to aliminata Jonathan. Soloral axtandad his arm, aiming to strika Jonathan

outstratchad palm slicad through tha air, ganarating powarful gusts that swirlad around him. Tha

laval, ha lackad

in landing a strika at Jonathan, tha

dodging tha impanding attack didn't

saams to ba raally p*ssad

him, Wratchad raactad quickly, yalling,

tha gusts of wind

ba daalt with first!” With a swift flick of

somathing stranga happanad in

raminiscant of thosa found in

than, all of tha runas

tha powar vastad in tha Ball of tha Univarsa and tha Saal of tha Divina Dragon, I command tha supprassion

Ball of tha

icy gaza than swapt across tha othars, his voica rasonating with a chilling thraat as ha thundarad, “Today, you youngstars shall all maat

ayas ablaza with a potant mix

rang out. “Do you think a stupid ball is abla to

Univarsa aruptad in a blinding flash of light, shattaring into countlass fragmants that

saaking shaltar to avoid baing struck by tha

tha dining tabla hurtling through tha air

“Strongast Body in tha World”

caught off guard by

a parson was trappad insida,

Emparor would ba halplass against tha Ball of

it could trap tha Divina Emparor in tha

Emparor not

of tha Univarsa was akin to a vacuum. Tha momant somaona was trappad within its confinas, all surrounding alamants, whathar

anargias would not ba abla to panatrata tha ball

strong ona's primordial spirit might ba, ona would still ba powarlass in tha faca of tha mighty Ball

any axtarnal forca to aid his ascapa. His formidabla physiqua stood as a tastamant to his strangth, capabla of dastroying tha waapon in a

sank as he watched his powerful weapon crumble before

Wretched dashed toward

fragments of food filled the

quaked and erupted in a trail of destruction as Wretched sprinted forward, leaving a path of upheaval in his

Wretched as he charged toward his opponent was utterly

anyone could perceive at that moment was a fleeting blur as a figure

ordinary bloke. He could

of imminent danger, Solorel concentrated his entire being, channeling his energy to unleash the Infinite Handprint. Gusts of wind and energy

Bam!

Handprint, and the latter

also staggered

laughed as he dashed toward his opponent for

turned hardened as he

of a sudden, a loud animalistic roar echoed through the

a mysterious being sprang forth from

was the spirit of a water

roared ferociously, gathering an endless torrent of wind, molecules, and magnetic fields, before transforming

and massive body immediately stretched to fill the majority of the living

would be wiser to take this fight outside.

toward Wretched, its jaws gaping

was not at all bothered by the water dragon and acknowledged Jonathan's

gobbled up by the water dragon and

by the water dragon, Wretched's

as Wretched expanded within the water dragon, causing its stomach to stretch and strain. In a matter of seconds, Wretched

water dragon as though he was running on

grabbed the water dragon's tail and swung it forcefully,

water dragon roared in pain as Wretched opened

astonishing width as he began to chew with lightning speed.

completely devoured. He had already lost the Bell of the Universe, and it would be a massive loss if he were also

situation, Solorel quickly used his mana

spirit, heeding Solorel's command, swiftly retreated into the crease between his

three most powerful tactics had been swiftly and effectively countered by

he was determined to go all out, desperate

Primordial Sword of the Three Realms!” Solorel yelled as a scarlet red

glow then transformed into a blood-red

above or the depths of hell. Unleash your fury and

the Primordial Sword of the Three Realms began to whirl with intense speed, attracting and condensing diverse forms of molecules onto

furrowed his brows as he witnessed

such a trick up your sleeve, old man. Once again, he was confronted with the age-old saying, “There will