Chapter 1187

"Ryatt, hand over that crescent moon technique, and maybe I'll let you live." Derek's voice dripped with greed, his eyes blazing with desire for Wyatt's skill. He had recognized the technique's origins—it was an ancient and nearly unparalleled art from the Regalians. "Give it up, and you might buy yourself a few more days," added the black-haired swordsman who had previously landed a sneak attack. He stood tall and imposing, his long blade gleaming menacingly. "We don't need to rush," Jonas rasped, still coughing up blood, but his twisted grin remained. "Break his arms and legs. We'll make him talk—slowly." Wyatt's response was icy, his voice cutting through the air like the edge of a blade. "You think I'm just going to roll over? Let me send you all straight to hell." With fury coursing through him, Wyatt's dragon-infused energy erupted once again, his body glowing with sheer power. He surged toward Jonas, the celestial lion's leg bone blazing with golden light in his hand.