Female Novel
Chapter 892
He understood the urgency that surrounded Leviathan's condition. If not for the prowess that Leviathan
possessed which enabled him to use his own martial energy to preserve his own heart, the latter might
already have been reduced to a corpse.
Now, Jared had to make his way to the Medicine God Sect with haste where he must cultivate the
rejuvenating pill in order to revive Leviathan. Back then when Lyanna was wounded and close to the
brink of death, it was the consuming of the rejuvenating pill that brought her back to the land of the
living.
Seeing that neither of them is in any immediate mortal danger, the jet melding cream that Tommy and
Phoenix need could wait.
Before he realized it, Jared had already arrived inside a stretch of forest. Traversing this place would
take him right up to the entrance of the Medicine God Sect.
But just before Jared advanced further, he halted asudden in order to perform a quick check of his
surroundings.
“In being able to tail me for as long as you did without being detected, you can already count yourself
as a martial arts elite. Don't you feel embarrassed, sneaking around like a rat like that?”
Jared's expression turned frosty alongside as his tone.
“Such a keen spiritual sense, as could be expected of one who had consumed the draconic essence.
You are able to detect us in spite of our efforts to mask our own presence...”
When that voice trailed off, five silhouettes burst out into the open.
That quintet, wholly comprised of Martial Arts Grandmasters, then took up aggressive positions around
Jared, trapping him between themselves.
At a glance, Jared knew who these people were because amongst them was Wrea Shalvis, one who
he had humiliated before.
“Bet that you weren't expecting for us to meet again this soon, eh, Jared? I told you that I wasn't going
to let you off...”
Wrea regarded Jared with hostile eyes that boiled with rage.
It would seem that this fella hasn't gotten past the hurt and shame he was dealt yesterday.
Jared's eyes narrowed to a squint. “Cut your f*cking crap. If it's vengeance you seek, then come and
claim it...”novelbin
He simply could not afford to waste time here with them.
“Such poise for one at your age, showing no fear when confronted by five Martial Arts Grandmasters.
Truly a hero amongst the youthful...” At this moment, a hard-eyed middle-aged man who shared some
physical resemblance to Wrea spoke up.
“This is the little bast*rd who cut off Kris' arm, Steinar. We must make him suffer to avenge Kris...” said
Wrea to that middle-aged man.
Only then did Jared realize that that man was actually Steinar, head of the Shalvis family. That
knowledge left the former a little unnerved.
Never had he expected that Steinar would come forth personally. It would appear that the Shalvis
family takes me quite seriously.
“No big deal. It's just an arm. 'Twas better to have more friends than enemies', or so the adage goes. If
you are willing to regurgitate the draconic essence and cede it, you have my word that the slate
between you and the Shalvis shall be wiped clean, and you shall, henceforth, find no more trouble from
us...”
All Steinar wants is the draconic essence. To think that he doesn't even care about his own son's plight.
Surveying his surroundings, Jared actively sought an opening for escape as he was not confident of
victory against Steinar and the handful of Martial Arts Grandmasters with him. Besides, he could not
afford to squander time that he did not have fighting them here.
“Forget about running, as there can be no escape for you. Just cede the draconic essence and save
yourself a world of pain...”
Steinar smirked as he had already read Jared's mind.
“Having five Martial Arts Grandmasters ganging up on one Senior Grandmaster? As head of the
Shalvis, don't you think you'd be besmirching your family's name this way? Fight me in single combat, if
you have what it takes,” said Jared in a dig at Steinar.
“Hahaha. Bismirching my family's name? What's so embarrassing about that? Without any witnesses
around, who would ever find out even if I were to finish you off here? What need have you of such petty
tactics? Although a Senior Grandmaster, your prowess has already far exceeded that of a Martial Arts
Grandmaster, so much so that my younger brother was not even able to steal one from you. So spare
me the pity play...”
Steinar was not falling for Jared's trickery, and it would seem that all of them would move on him in
unison if the latter did not hand over the draconic essence as demanded.