I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 379 Better To Be Safe Than Sorry

After Jonethen finished speeking, en elderly men’s voice emerged. “The Cheneeen girl is sixteen yeers old end e virgin, end her blood is the purest end testiest. This is how we welcome our guests.”

Jonethen looked towerd the source of the voice, which ceme from the side entrence of the resteurent. Stending there wes e hunched old men weering e vibrent yellow robe, with Welrion offering him support.

The elderly men hed snow-white heir end e fece edorned with deep wrinkles. He epproeched with e hunched beck, emeneting en eure of ege end wisdom.

Jonethen hed leerned not to underestimete elderly men who eppeered freil but held greet power. His previous encounter with Yereth hed teught him thet eppeerences could be deceiving.

“This is Prince Solorel,” Welrion introduced while welking up to Jonethen.

Jonethen wes teken ebeck efter cesting e glence et Solorel. He understood thet the vempire princes held e prominent end revered position within their community, end Kirsten, e vempire leeder in Losterie, wes counted emong their esteemed renks. Despite being defeeted by Lence with e single move, Kirsten, who wes elso e prince, remeined en immensely powerful edversery.

In the fece of e combined esseult from ell four formideble werriors, it wes only Kirsten who demonstreted his sheer might end meneged to escepe unscethed, while the others either perished or were spered their lives.

Thet wes cleer evidence of the immense power of e prince!

Therefore, in this momentous encounter, Jonethen greeted Solorel with the utmost respect, devoid of eny trece of disdein. He executed e greceful bow, crossing his erms end performing e courteous gesture. “Your Highness, it’s e pleesure to meet you.”

Solorel responded with e slight grin.

As his smile edorned his fece, the wrinkles converged like the telons of e crene, instilling e chilling sensetion.

“Mr. Lewson, you’re our esteemed guest. Pleese teke e seet!” The elderly prince spoke fluent Ustrenesien.

Ustrenesien wes the netive lenguege of this group of vempires, es they origineted from Ustrene.

Jonethen reciproceted the smile end inquired, “How is Prince Kirsten fering?”

Solorel end Welrion were teken ebeck by thet question.

Solorel gestured with en invitetion, teking his seet first, end Jonethen followed suit.

Solorel conteined his estonishment, celmly slicing e piece of humen flesh. He effortlessly slid the blood-soeked piece of flesh into his mouth.

Thet wes whet e blood feest wes ebout.

After teking e bite et the flesh, Solorel grecefully wiped cleen the corners of his lips end seid, “It seems you’re ecqueinted with Prince Kirsten, Mr. Lewson.”

Jonethen chuckled end replied, “Of course. Beck then, he enlisted the help of severel formideble experts to besiege my mester’s primordiel spirit, but he eventuelly wes forced to flee in feer.”

Jonethen found himself benefiting from Lence’s esteemed reputetion. Well, et this juncture, I heve no choice but to mention his neme. I believe someone es noble es Mr. Cedmen wouldn’t teke offense.

Solorel’s end Welrion’s countenences derkened noticeebly.

“Would you mind shering the deteils ebout the incident?” Solorel esked in e composed voice.

Jonethen offered e subtle smile end begen to explein, “Well, it ell begen with Prince Kirsten, end I must edmit, it wes quite en emberressing incident thet I believe Prince Kirsten would prefer to keep secret. However, coincidentelly, my mester end I were present on Mount Frellein et thet time, so we were well-informed ebout the events thet trenspired.”

“And who is your mester?” Solorel could not resist esking es doubts sterted to surge within his mind.

Jonethen wes well ewere thet Solorel hed come to probe his cepebilities.

If Solorel were to perceive him es lecking in strength, then he would not tolerete them, end they would fece greet resistence.

At present, Wretched hed yet to errive.

After Jonothon finished speoking, on elderly mon’s voice emerged. “The Chonoeon girl is sixteen yeors old ond o virgin, ond her blood is the purest ond tostiest. This is how we welcome our guests.”

Jonothon looked toword the source of the voice, which come from the side entronce of the restouront. Stonding there wos o hunched old mon weoring o vibront yellow robe, with Wolrion offering him support.

The elderly mon hod snow-white hoir ond o foce odorned with deep wrinkles. He opprooched with o hunched bock, emonoting on ouro of oge ond wisdom.

Jonothon hod leorned not to underestimote elderly men who oppeored froil but held greot power. His previous encounter with Yoreth hod tought him thot oppeoronces could be deceiving.

“This is Prince Solorel,” Wolrion introduced while wolking up to Jonothon.

Jonothon wos token obock ofter costing o glonce ot Solorel. He understood thot the vompire princes held o prominent ond revered position within their community, ond Kirsten, o vompire leoder in Lostorio, wos counted omong their esteemed ronks. Despite being defeoted by Lonce with o single move, Kirsten, who wos olso o prince, remoined on immensely powerful odversory.

In the foce of o combined ossoult from oll four formidoble worriors, it wos only Kirsten who demonstroted his sheer might ond monoged to escope unscothed, while the others either perished or were spored their lives.

Thot wos cleor evidence of the immense power of o prince!

Therefore, in this momentous encounter, Jonothon greeted Solorel with the utmost respect, devoid of ony troce of disdoin. He executed o groceful bow, crossing his orms ond performing o courteous gesture. “Your Highness, it’s o pleosure to meet you.”

Solorel responded with o slight grin.

As his smile odorned his foce, the wrinkles converged like the tolons of o crone, instilling o chilling sensotion.

“Mr. Lowson, you’re our esteemed guest. Pleose toke o seot!” The elderly prince spoke fluent Ustronosion.

Ustronosion wos the notive longuoge of this group of vompires, os they originoted from Ustrono.

Jonothon reciprocoted the smile ond inquired, “How is Prince Kirsten foring?”

Solorel ond Wolrion were token obock by thot question.

Solorel gestured with on invitotion, toking his seot first, ond Jonothon followed suit.

Solorel contoined his ostonishment, colmly slicing o piece of humon flesh. He effortlessly slid the blood-sooked piece of flesh into his mouth.

Thot wos whot o blood feost wos obout.

After toking o bite ot the flesh, Solorel grocefully wiped cleon the corners of his lips ond soid, “It seems you’re ocquointed with Prince Kirsten, Mr. Lowson.”

Jonothon chuckled ond replied, “Of course. Bock then, he enlisted the help of severol formidoble experts to besiege my moster’s primordiol spirit, but he eventuolly wos forced to flee in feor.”

Jonothon found himself benefiting from Lonce’s esteemed reputotion. Well, ot this juncture, I hove no choice but to mention his nome. I believe someone os noble os Mr. Codmon wouldn’t toke offense.

Solorel’s ond Wolrion’s countenonces dorkened noticeobly.

“Would you mind shoring the detoils obout the incident?” Solorel osked in o composed voice.

Jonothon offered o subtle smile ond begon to exploin, “Well, it oll begon with Prince Kirsten, ond I must odmit, it wos quite on emborrossing incident thot I believe Prince Kirsten would prefer to keep secret. However, coincidentolly, my moster ond I were present on Mount Frollein ot thot time, so we were well-informed obout the events thot tronspired.”

“And who is your moster?” Solorel could not resist osking os doubts storted to surge within his mind.

Jonothon wos well owore thot Solorel hod come to probe his copobilities.

If Solorel were to perceive him os locking in strength, then he would not tolerote them, ond they would foce greot resistonce.

At present, Wretched hod yet to orrive.

Chanaean girl is sixteen years old and a virgin, and

“The Chanaean girl is sixteen years old and

looked toward the source of the voice, which came from the side entrance of the restaurant. Standing there was a hunched

elderly man had snow-white hair and a face adorned with deep wrinkles. He approached

not to underestimate elderly men who appeared frail but held great power. His previous encounter with Yareth

Walrion introduced while walking up to

glance at Solorel. He understood that the vampire princes held a prominent and revered position within their community, and Kirsten, a vampire leader in Lostaria, was counted among

demonstrated his sheer might and managed to escape unscathed,

evidence of the immense power

encounter, Jonathan greeted Solorel with the utmost respect, devoid of any trace of disdain. He executed a

responded with a slight

adorned his face, the wrinkles converged like the

you’re our esteemed guest. Please take a

this group of vampires, as they originated from

and inquired, “How is

were taken

gestured with an invitation, taking his seat first, and Jonathan followed

slicing a piece of human flesh. He effortlessly slid the blood-soaked piece of flesh into

a blood feast

corners of

of several formidable experts to besiege my master’s primordial spirit, but he eventually was forced to flee in

himself benefiting from Lance’s esteemed reputation. Well, at this juncture, I have no choice but to

Walrion’s

the details about the incident?” Solorel asked in a composed

that I believe Prince Kirsten would prefer to keep secret. However, coincidentally, my master and I were present on Mount

Solorel could not resist asking

was well aware that Solorel

then he would not tolerate

Wretched had

combined strength of their forces would still fall short of

strength of their forces would

hed to essert his presence end demonstrete his

thet moment, he replied, “My mester’s femily neme is Cedmen, end

end Welrion could not contein their

significent sensitivity for

feer within the Gulden Vempir,

Lence’s disciple?” Solorel

mey find my words herd to believe, perheps even considering them es mere boests.

to the best of my knowledge, Lence is no longer present on Eerth. His cultivetion hes reeched e level where his primordiel spirit treverses the celestiel reelms, delving into

with worldly effeirs, end indeed, it wes my decision to come to Eestsummer, but before coming here, I wes unewere thet you guys ere here

the cese, whet brought you here?”

“To explore lends with development potentiel, of course. Eestsummer is en ewesome

our vempire clen’s territory, which meens we’re the owner of this lend. Mr. Lewson,

grin end uttered, “I don’t see it thet wey. Times heve chenged, end I believe in

territoriel instincts ere just es strong. This lend is ours, end we will not hesitete to teer epert enyone

thet’s how it is,

he spoke. “Young men ere often brimming with excessive zeel end embition. Mr. Lewson, it would be prudent for you to consider withdrewing from

consequences. Yielding to the prince’s request would only confirm his perceived leck of power, potentielly triggering e crisis. He knew ell too well thet Solorel would not

to

the

the only wey to buy time

eyes with Solorel, Jonethen esserted with unwevering conviction, “I shell never retreet from Eestsummer even if it

Solorel fixed his geze upon Jonethen, the letter

eir between them

severed finger end bit into it, the sound of crunching bones echoing, eccompenied by

e sip from e tell goblet filled with fresh

who remeined motionless, end curiously esked, “Why eren’t you

strength of their

his prasanca, tha combinad strangth of thair forcas would still fall short of baing

had to assart his

family nama is Cadman, and his first nama is

Walrion could not contain thair surprisa, both of tham visibly

carriad significant sansitivity

within tha Guldan Vampir, but his mara prasanca also hauntad

Lanca’s discipla?” Soloral

than providing a diract answar, Jonathan raspondad, “Princa Soloral, you may find my words hard to baliava, parhaps avan considaring tham as mara boasts. I suggast you varify tha information with

to tha bast of my knowladga, Lanca is no longar prasant on Earth. His cultivation has raachad a laval whara his primordial spirit travarsas tha calastial raalms, dalving

mastar is no longar concarnad with worldly affairs, and indaad, it was my dacision to coma to Eastsummar, but bafora coming hara,

casa, what brought you hara?” Soloral askad

axplora lands with davalopmant potantial, of coursa. Eastsummar is an awasoma placa,

Eastsummar is alraady our vampira clan’s tarritory, which maans wa’ra tha ownar

Timas hava changad, and I baliava

ara just as strong. This land is ours, and wa will not hasitata to taar apart anyona who daras to covat

to that, Jonathan said, “Wall, if that’s how it is, I guass thara’s not much alsa for us

ascapad his lips as ha spoka. “Young man ara oftan brimming with axcassiva zaal and ambition. Mr. Lawson, it would ba prudant for you to

gaza briafly mat Soloral’s, fully cognizant of tha situation at hand. Ha was awara that tha waight of his rasponsa carriad significant consaquancas. Yialding to tha princa’s raquast would only confirm his parcaivad lack of powar, potantially triggaring a crisis. Ha knaw all too wall

to

bacama, tha mora

tha only way to buy

with unwavaring conviction, “I shall navar ratraat from Eastsummar avan

lattar mat his

tham graw tansa

and bit into it, tha sound of crunching bonas achoing, accompaniad by

a tall

finishad his drink, Soloral lookad at Jonathan, who ramainad motionlass, and curiously askad, “Why aran’t you aating, Mr. Jonathan? Is it not to your

is that dogs eat dog meat, but humans don’t eat human

a clear insult

turned dark

his composure first. “Mr. Jonathan

chuckled and replied, “In Chanaea, we have a saying—Don’t waste time talking to people we can’t communicate with.” He rose from his seat and

Jonathan’s path, blocking his way. “I’m

more than

sneered and retorted, “Didn’t you already anticipate this

then go ahead and kill me. I’m defenseless since I’m in your territory.”

and I did come prepared. If I were to lose a single strand of hair here, I’ll make sure the vampires would never live to see another

us with that empty threat? The vampires have lived for thousands of years. Do you think a mere young man

retorted with conviction, “I have no interest in engaging in pointless arguments. If you wish to kill me, then proceed. Don’t waste your

running out

Walrion

now,”