The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5230

"Serve you?" Jared snorted, lifting the Dragonslayer Sword so the moonlight shivered along its edge. "I wouldn't accept you as my errand boy. You're only at the fifth tier of Earthly immortal Realm, hardly worth mentioning."

His words were no idle boast. Back on the Celestial Stairway he had pulled Kishor, Ararat, Zevon, Sidney, and others from the jaws of death, and every one of them had promised centuries of service in return.

Ursan's grin twisted into a snarl.

"Big mouth," he growled. "Let's see if your spine is as strong as your tongue..."

He blurred forward. A fist the size of a boulder whistled through the air, trailing a wake that shredded the night.