Chapter 255

"How weak," Istrid sneered, scanning her surroundings with disdain. "Anyone else?"

"Interesting."

Darkwrath leered at her curvaceous figure, licking his lips. "Hey, pretty lady, let me have a taste of you!" He tapped his toes, propelling himself forward like a ghostly shadow. His body flickered in and out of existence, making his movements difficult to track.

Istrid bellowed, "Die!"

With a flick of her sword, two swift, deadly blades danced forward. Just as her attack was about to land, Darkwrath vanished.

"Hey, pretty lady, where are you looking?"

A sinister voice echoed behind her, causing her expression to shift. Without looking back, she thrust her sword backward. She was fast, but Darkwrath was faster; her sword sliced through empty air.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Darkwrath forcefully grabbed her buttocks. Chuckling obscenely, he remarked, "Soft and supple. What a treasure." He didn't harm her, clearly enjoying toying with her like a cat and mouse game.

Fueled by humiliation, Istrid erupted in fury. "You will pay with your life!"

Her sword danced with blinding speed, a whirlwind of shimmering blades. Yet, Darkwrath continued to flicker in and out of existence, appearing completely composed.

Istrid was breathless when Darkwrath suddenly embraced her from behind. His tongue slid across her face, licking her slowly and forcefully.

"Beauty, you're delicious! I'm going to eat you tonight!" He chuckled devilishly, his face alight with lust.

"You're seeking death!" Her eyes were red with anger and embarrassment. She redirected her sword toward her own abdomen, intending to strike Darkwrath through herself.

However, Darkwrath was prepared. He pressed a finger to a pressure point on her body. She groaned, collapsing to the ground. Her arm felt numb, making it impossible to hold her sword.

"Who who are you?" she asked, shocked and angry. She hadn't expected her opponent to be so strong.

"I am Darkwrath, ranked eighth among The Hundred Immortals."

Realization dawned on Istrid, changing her expression. No wonder he was so formidable—he was among the top ten martial artists of The Hundred Immortals.

"Pretty lady, what's the point of serving the Harmon family? You'd be better off with me. I'll make sure you live luxuriously, and every night will be like our honeymoon!" Darkwrath licked his lips, smirking obscenely.

"How dare you!"

"You insolent bastard!"

Seeing their leader humiliated, Istrid's shadow guards could contain themselves no longer. They brandished their swords and charged.

"Fools," Darkwrath sneered, moving into their midst. Two steel claws extended from his sleeves, piercing the throats of two shadow guards. He yanked them back, painting the air with blood and flesh.

The two shadow guards shrieked in agony before dying instantly. His steel claws continued to strike fiercely and relentlessly. Like a violent storm, he was unstoppable. Within moments, the shadow guards lay on the ground; half dead, the rest critically injured.