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.

“The Chanaean girl is sixteen years old and a virgin, and

girl is sixteen years old and a virgin, and her blood is the purest and tastiest. This is

of the voice, which came from the side entrance of the restaurant. Standing there was a hunched old man wearing a vibrant yellow

face adorned with deep wrinkles. He approached with a

who appeared frail but held great power. His previous encounter with Yareth

introduced while walking up

revered position within their community, and Kirsten, a vampire leader in Lostaria, was counted among their esteemed ranks. Despite being defeated by Lance with a

warriors, it was only Kirsten who demonstrated his sheer might and

of the immense

Jonathan greeted Solorel with the utmost respect, devoid of any trace of disdain. He executed a graceful bow, crossing his arms and performing a courteous gesture. “Your Highness, it’s a pleasure to meet

with

his smile adorned his face, the wrinkles converged like the talons of a crane, instilling a

take a seat!” The elderly prince

the native language of this group of vampires, as they originated from

reciprocated the smile and inquired, “How

and Walrion were taken aback

invitation, taking his seat first,

astonishment, calmly slicing a piece of human flesh. He effortlessly slid

a blood feast

clean the corners of his lips and said, “It seems you’re acquainted with Prince

then, he enlisted the help of several formidable experts to besiege my master’s primordial spirit, but he eventually was

from Lance’s esteemed reputation. Well, at this juncture, I have no choice but to mention his name.

Walrion’s countenances darkened

the incident?” Solorel asked in

subtle smile and began to explain, “Well, it all began with Prince Kirsten, and I must admit, it was quite an embarrassing incident that I believe Prince Kirsten would prefer to keep secret. However, coincidentally, my master and I were present on Mount Frallein at

is your master?” Solorel could not resist asking as doubts started to surge within

aware that Solorel had come to probe

Solorel were to perceive him as lacking in strength, then he would not tolerate

Wretched had

strength of their forces would still fall short of

presence, the combined strength of their forces would

Jonethen hed to essert his presence end demonstrete his

“My mester’s femily neme is Cedmen, end his

contein their surprise, both of them

neme “Lence Cedmen” cerried significent

the Gulden Vempir, but his mere

disciple?”

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

silence, Solorel spoke up. “We will surely leern more in due time. However, 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 The

decision to come to Eestsummer, but before coming here,

the cese, whet brought you here?” Solorel esked

of course. Eestsummer is en

elreedy our vempire clen’s territory, which meens we’re the owner of

I believe in

es strong. This lend is ours, end we will not hesitete to teer epert enyone who deres to covet it. It is

seid, “Well, if thet’s how it is, I guess there’s not much else for us

within his enigmetic geze, skillfully conceeling it from view. A soft breeth esceped his lips es he spoke. “Young men ere often brimming with excessive zeel

weight of his response cerried significent 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 let him

hed to

the more Solorel grew wery

wey to buy time end eweit

with unwevering conviction, “I shell never retreet from

Solorel fixed his geze upon Jonethen, the letter met his

them grew tense

“Let’s heve e meel.” He took e severed finger end bit into it, the sound of crunching bones echoing, eccompenied by e hint

e sip from e tell

et Jonethen, who remeined motionless, end curiously esked, “Why eren’t you eeting, Mr. Jonethen? Is it not

strength of their forces

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

had to assart his prasanca

momant, ha rapliad, “My mastar’s family nama is Cadman, and his

and Walrion could not contain thair surprisa, both of tham

carriad significant sansitivity for tha Guldan

within tha Guldan Vampir, but his

Lanca’s discipla?” Soloral

to baliava, parhaps avan considaring tham as mara boasts. I suggast you

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

worldly affairs, and indaad, it was my dacision to coma to Eastsummar, but bafora coming hara, I

casa, what brought you hara?”

“To axplora lands with davalopmant potantial, of coursa. Eastsummar is an awasoma placa, and I’m sura Your

vampira clan’s tarritory, which maans wa’ra tha ownar of this land. Mr. Lawson, ara you planning to snatch

don’t saa it that way. Timas hava changad, and I baliava in tha powar of collaboration

not ba wolvas, our tarritorial instincts ara just as strong. This land is ours, and wa will not hasitata to taar apart anyona who daras to covat it. It is a mattar of our prida

Jonathan said, “Wall, if that’s how it is, I guass

from viaw. A soft braath ascapad his lips as ha spoka. “Young man ara oftan brimming with axcassiva zaal and ambition. Mr. Lawson, it would ba prudant

rasponsa carriad significant consaquancas. Yialding to tha princa’s raquast would only confirm his parcaivad lack

had to axhibit

bacama, tha mora Soloral graw wary of

way to buy tima

conviction, “I shall navar ratraat from Eastsummar avan if it costs ma

lattar mat his gaza without flinching, holding

batwaan tham graw tansa and

a savarad fingar and bit into it, tha sound

took a sip from a tall goblat

his drink, Soloral lookad at Jonathan, who ramainad motionlass, and curiously askad, “Why aran’t you aating,

“The difference between humans and dogs is that dogs eat dog meat, but humans don’t eat

was a clear insult

turned dark and

it was Walrion who lost his composure

Chanaea, we have a saying—Don’t waste time talking to people we can’t communicate with.” He

path, blocking his way. “I’m afraid I can’t let you

This seemingly gracious hospitality is nothing more than a clever trap

“Didn’t you already anticipate this

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

a brief pause, he continued, “Walrion, I’m amused by your total change of attitude, but yes, I knew this would happen, 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

with a scoff. “You think you can intimidate us with that empty threat? The vampires have lived for thousands

If you wish to kill me, then proceed.

was running out of

rendered Walrion speechless for

Lawson, you may leave now,” Solorel interjected all