The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

Just as it seeed like the unavoidable battle was about to begin, a figure descended in a flash from the night sky and landed messily inside the pavilion.

The structure shook violently, and the ground started to crack, spreading to the corners and blasting dust into the air.

Followed by a sweep of air, which instantly swept away all the dust, revealing a figure standing between Adriana and Elma, the dryad, pointing a golden sword with white patterns at the dryad.

His wings had spread wide with sleek and impenetrable scales standing on ends, creating small rumbling noises as a more intimidating and imposing aura emanated from his dragon part.

His eyes began to glow with an intense fiery red light, reflecting his inner rage that brewed when he witnessed his women being disrespected and insulted to their faces. His nostrils breathed smoke mixed with sparks of flames.

As if responding to his emotion, his dragon blood activated its defense mechanism, and his body began to be covered with white scales with red patterns on them.

If it were a normal day, these scales would have been a sight to behold, but right now, his face contorted in fury, and his wings quivered in assertion, making an intimidating display.

The moment he appeared in the place, the temperature became erratic, continuously shifting between hot and cold.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? To come and insult my women in my territory? You are asking for death!" His furious voice resonated, bringing the women out of their reverie.

"Son," Helena couldn't help but call out in surprise.

Sam couldn't hear his mother's calling as his emotions became clouded with anger, and he was slowly losing control.

Lorraine, noticing something amiss, quickly appeared beside Sam and held his hand, trying to calm him down.

Dealing with spirits, she couldn't let Sam's emotions get the better of him and prompt him to attack first.

Adriana, more concerned about the spirit attacking her grandson, appeared in front of Sam with a defensive stance, wielding a silver spear ready to strike.

However, a strange expression crossed her face. She expected to find the dryad attacking her, but Elma and Twig not only seemed like they were going to attack, they were... actually kneeling down in fear?

'What the heck came over them now? Are they trying to lower my defenses? Because that's not happening,' Adriana squinted her eyes.

She sensed it wasn't just Elma and Twig; all the dryads hiding in the woods were kneeling down and shivering in fear, as if something from their worst nightmare had come to life.

She gazed at Sam, his ever-so-otherworldly beautiful face now contracted in fury. His ocean-like calm blue eyes had transformed into a raging flame of red. Seeing him like that ignited her own anger.

Ignoring Lorraine and Helena, Adriana pulled her grandson into her embrace, pressing his face against her soft chest with one hand, while the other pointed her silver spear at the Dryads kneeling on the ground. "Take one step forward, and it will be war."

Her killing intent rose like a forest fire, affecting the hundreds of Dryads. Some couldn't withstand the pressure and fell to the ground, their faces filled with horror.

However, the source of their fear didn't seem to originate from Adriana but from the man in her arms.

Elma, the one nearest to Sam, was on both knees and hands on the ground, her head raised, looking at Sam with a chilling expression as if she had done something she should never have done in her life.

For a moment, she even considered ending her own life to wash out the disgrace she brought upon the Dryads.

"M-My... My... I..." Elma's scared voice weakly and meekly resounded as if she struggled with pain to speak.

Elma's mind was in turmoil. When she looked at Sam's face, she didn't know what to say or how to say it. She couldn't decide on a title to address him with.

Moreover, she wanted to ask for forgiveness because she was afraid that Sam would wipe them out if he didn't like what she had to say.

She may have been arrogant because she was from the Spirit Race, favored by the World Tree, but that was only when Sam wasn't around.

If it came down to him or the spirits, she realized that the World Tree would choose him over them a million times. source at m,vle mpyr

By now, Sam had calmed down, thanks to the combined efforts of Adriana, Helena, and Lorraine. However, he remained in Adriana's arms, his face pressed against her chest. He wouldn't let free food go to waste.

He also noticed the Dryads' attitude change upon his arrival. They were literally shivering in fear and didn't even dare to look him in the eyes. "So they are looking for me? What do they want from me? Are they trying to take me with them?"

His eyes met the weak, quivering gaze of Elma, as if she had been looked upon by a death god. Elma's body shook before she quickly turned her eyes back to the ground. "Why is she so scared of me?" Sam found her reaction and the reactions of the other Dryads a little too exaggerated.

Sam removed himself from Adriana's embrace, who reluctantly let him go. He stood before Elma, holding his Astral Ascendent sword in his hand. He raised his sword above, with its tip pointing to the sky, and in swift, fast movements, he executed a simple downward slashing motion.

"...dear," the women wanted to stop him, but at that moment, they couldn't move their bodies, as if restrained by something.

Elma, who was still kneeling, felt something detach from her body. She didn't feel any pain, nor was there blood on the ground.

THUD!

Something fell before her eyes – an entire arm with brownish-green skin. She instinctively tried to feel her arms, realizing that her right arm was missing from the shoulder.

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