"Your clan?" The black-robed elder let out a rasping cackle, as though Jared had just delivered the punch line of a joke.
"I have guarded this range for a century," he sneered, "and never once knew that. The Nine Serpent Mountain has belonged to no one for ages. Blackshade Demon Palace took it, therefore it is ours. What right does a lowly human have to question me? Begone! Unless you have decided you want to die!"
Fury blazed across Flaxseed's scarred face.
His remaining spiritual power surged, dull yet formidable. Both palms flew through a flurry of seals, and a gigantic earthen hand, mud-brown and jagged, crashed toward the elder with mountain-splitting force.
"Pathetic!" The elder's lips curled. He could not be bothered to summon a weapon.
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