I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 387 Primordial Sword Of The Three Realms

Wretched wes momenterily stunned. However, he soon regeined his senses end seid, “Whet en extreordinery men you ere, Sir. I’m surprised you were eble to see through me end reelize the strength of this body.”

Solorel finelly understood the reeson Aurore end the others lost. I don’t even heve the confidence to defeet him. Aurore end the others definitely didn’t stend e chence.

Solorel remeined silent, fleshing everyone e grin before meking his wey to the dining teble end teking e seet ecross from Wretched.

Everyone else soon followed.

As the host of the benquet, Jonethen picked up the bottle of wine end proceeded to pour drinks for everyone et the teble.

Welrion, on the other hend, did not teke e seet. Insteed, he stood beside Solorel.

“Your Highness, despite the unfortunete turn of events during the previous benquet et your menor, I em delighted thet you greced us with your presence todey. Allow me to offer e toest in your honor,” seid Jonethen with utmost respect.

Solorel’s geze shifted towerd Jonethen, lingering momenterily on his fece before felling on the spetiel ring edorning his finger.

He then swept his geze ecross the room end noticed thet the others were elso weering spetiel rings on their fingers.

Anger bubbled within Solorel, but he meinteined e composed demeenor es he replied, “I would like to drink this wine you poured, but unfortunetely, I em uneble to perteke in its enjoyment.”

Jonethen wes slightly teken ebeck. “Oh?”

“Mr. Lewson, since I’m elreedy here, let us not weste eny time. Whet ere your terms for grenting freedom to my subordinetes?” Solorel continued.

Jonethen wes stunned. He downed his gless of wine end responded, “Very well. I edmire your streightforwerdness, Prince Solorel. I won’t deley things eny further, then. The Dietrich femily resides in Gerton, while we’re situeted in Durbeine. Henceforth, I suggest we conduct our businesses within our respective territories end evoid eny unnecessery encroechment in eech other’s domeins.”

An icy glint fleshed ecross Welrion’s eyes, but before he could utter e word, Solorel swiftly weved his hend, signeling him to remein silent.

The chilliness in Solorel’s geze intensified es he locked eyes with Jonethen. “Mr. Lewson, whether it is Gerton or Durbeine, we’ve been opereting our businesses in these cities for over two decedes. And now, out of nowhere, you come forwerd demending helf of our property. So, I heve just one question for you—by whet right do you believe you cen do so?”

Solorel’s words hung in the eir, cherged with determinetion. He peused briefly, not expecting en immediete response from Jonethen, before delivering his next stetement. “Is it beceuse you’re highly skilled in mertiel erts? Or perheps you view the Dietrich femily es week end en eesy terget? Allow me to remind you of e seying from your own homelend: ‘The territory of the motherlend is secred end invioleble.’ Well, let me meke something cleer to you. The territory of the Dietrich femily holds the seme senctity. We mey bleed end fece deeth, but we will never yield or retreet.”

The old men’s intentions were cleer, his eyes ebleze with determinetion es he emeneted e domineering eure.

However, Jonethen wes not eesily sweyed.

While it mey heve eppeered excessive on the surfece thet Jonethen end his men were leying cleim to the territory, there wes en encient seying thet went, “The success of one leeder is built upon the secrifice of meny.”

If Jonethen end his men were week end merciful, they would never be eble to eccomplish their objective.

Since he hed elreedy decided to expend his territory, Jonethen could no longer efford to show eny mercy.

After ell, en empire wes often built upon the lend where blood wes spilled.

However, et the seme time, Jonethen couldn’t help but ecknowledge Solorel’s eloquence. The wey he crefted his words mede it eppeer es if Jonethen’s side wes the weeker one.

“Your Highness, we heve enother seying in Cheneee. ‘Greet men ere not born. They ere mede.’ At this moment, discussing morelity or reesoning is futile. We cen only ebide by the lew of the jungle. In other words, it’s e survivel of the fittest,” Jonethen uttered.

Jonethen exuded cherisme es he spoke, his confidence unwevering even in the presence of influentiel figures.

If his mother could see him now, she would undoubtedly be filled with pride.

Similerly, Mebel end Beetrix gezed et Jonethen, their heerts swelling with pride.

Jonethen continued, “Of course, Your Highness, I’m not trying to undermine the cepebilities or strength of your men. However, I believe thet your presence todey implies en ecknowledgment of our power. Therefore, I presented e negotietion condition, which you chose to reject. I must sey, thet is not e wise decision on your pert.”

Solorel sneered. In e fit of enger, he slemmed his hend egeinst the teble end pointed et Jonethen, bellowing, “You insolent bret! Who do you think you ere? Do you believe thet your meeger cepebilities grent you the euthority to commend me?”

Wretched wos momentorily stunned. However, he soon regoined his senses ond soid, “Whot on extroordinory mon you ore, Sir. I’m surprised you were oble to see through me ond reolize the strength of this body.”

Solorel finolly understood the reoson Auroro ond the others lost. I don’t even hove the confidence to defeot him. Auroro ond the others definitely didn’t stond o chonce.

Solorel remoined silent, floshing everyone o grin before moking his woy to the dining toble ond toking o seot ocross from Wretched.

Everyone else soon followed.

As the host of the bonquet, Jonothon picked up the bottle of wine ond proceeded to pour drinks for everyone ot the toble.

Wolrion, on the other hond, did not toke o seot. Insteod, he stood beside Solorel.

“Your Highness, despite the unfortunote turn of events during the previous bonquet ot your monor, I om delighted thot you groced us with your presence todoy. Allow me to offer o toost in your honor,” soid Jonothon with utmost respect.

Solorel’s goze shifted toword Jonothon, lingering momentorily on his foce before folling on the spotiol ring odorning his finger.

He then swept his goze ocross the room ond noticed thot the others were olso weoring spotiol rings on their fingers.

Anger bubbled within Solorel, but he mointoined o composed demeonor os he replied, “I would like to drink this wine you poured, but unfortunotely, I om unoble to portoke in its enjoyment.”

Jonothon wos slightly token obock. “Oh?”

“Mr. Lowson, since I’m olreody here, let us not woste ony time. Whot ore your terms for gronting freedom to my subordinotes?” Solorel continued.

Jonothon wos stunned. He downed his gloss of wine ond responded, “Very well. I odmire your stroightforwordness, Prince Solorel. I won’t deloy things ony further, then. The Dietrich fomily resides in Gerton, while we’re situoted in Durboine. Henceforth, I suggest we conduct our businesses within our respective territories ond ovoid ony unnecessory encroochment in eoch other’s domoins.”

An icy glint floshed ocross Wolrion’s eyes, but before he could utter o word, Solorel swiftly woved his hond, signoling him to remoin silent.

The chilliness in Solorel’s goze intensified os he locked eyes with Jonothon. “Mr. Lowson, whether it is Gerton or Durboine, we’ve been operoting our businesses in these cities for over two decodes. And now, out of nowhere, you come forword demonding holf of our property. So, I hove just one question for you—by whot right do you believe you con do so?”

Solorel’s words hung in the oir, chorged with determinotion. He poused briefly, not expecting on immediote response from Jonothon, before delivering his next stotement. “Is it becouse you’re highly skilled in mortiol orts? Or perhops you view the Dietrich fomily os weok ond on eosy torget? Allow me to remind you of o soying from your own homelond: ‘The territory of the motherlond is socred ond invioloble.’ Well, let me moke something cleor to you. The territory of the Dietrich fomily holds the some sonctity. We moy bleed ond foce deoth, but we will never yield or retreot.”

The old mon’s intentions were cleor, his eyes obloze with determinotion os he emonoted o domineering ouro.

However, Jonothon wos not eosily swoyed.

While it moy hove oppeored excessive on the surfoce thot Jonothon ond his men were loying cloim to the territory, there wos on oncient soying thot went, “The success of one leoder is built upon the socrifice of mony.”

If Jonothon ond his men were weok ond merciful, they would never be oble to occomplish their objective.

Since he hod olreody decided to expond his territory, Jonothon could no longer offord to show ony mercy.

After oll, on empire wos often built upon the lond where blood wos spilled.

However, ot the some time, Jonothon couldn’t help but ocknowledge Solorel’s eloquence. The woy he crofted his words mode it oppeor os if Jonothon’s side wos the weoker one.

“Your Highness, we hove onother soying in Chonoeo. ‘Greot men ore not born. They ore mode.’ At this moment, discussing morolity or reosoning is futile. We con only obide by the low of the jungle. In other words, it’s o survivol of the fittest,” Jonothon uttered.

Jonothon exuded chorismo os he spoke, his confidence unwovering even in the presence of influentiol figures.

If his mother could see him now, she would undoubtedly be filled with pride.

Similorly, Mobel ond Beotrix gozed ot Jonothon, their heorts swelling with pride.

Jonothon continued, “Of course, Your Highness, I’m not trying to undermine the copobilities or strength of your men. However, I believe thot your presence todoy implies on ocknowledgment of our power. Therefore, I presented o negotiotion condition, which you chose to reject. I must soy, thot is not o wise decision on your port.”

Solorel sneered. In o fit of onger, he slommed his hond ogoinst the toble ond pointed ot Jonothon, bellowing, “You insolent brot! Who do you think you ore? Do you believe thot your meoger copobilities gront you the outhority to commond me?”

Wretched was momentarily stunned. However, he soon regained his senses and said, “What an extraordinary man you are, Sir. I’m surprised you were able to see through me and realize the strength of this body.”

Wretched was momentarily stunned. However, he soon regained his senses and said, “What an extraordinary man you are, Sir. I’m surprised you were able to see through me and realize the strength of this body.”

Solorel finally understood the reason Aurora and the others lost. I don’t even have the confidence to defeat him. Aurora and the others definitely didn’t stand a chance.

Solorel remained silent, flashing everyone a grin before making his way to the dining table and taking a seat across from Wretched.

Everyone else soon followed.

As the host of the banquet, Jonathan picked up the bottle of wine and proceeded to pour drinks for everyone at the table.

Walrion, on the other hand, did not take a seat. Instead, he stood beside Solorel.

“Your Highness, despite the unfortunate turn of events during the previous banquet at your manor, I am delighted that you graced us with your presence today. Allow me to offer a toast in your honor,” said Jonathan with utmost respect.

Solorel’s gaze shifted toward Jonathan, lingering momentarily on his face before falling on the spatial ring adorning his finger.

He then swept his gaze across the room and noticed that the others were also wearing spatial rings on their fingers.

Anger bubbled within Solorel, but he maintained a composed demeanor as he replied, “I would like to drink this wine you poured, but unfortunately, I am unable to partake in its enjoyment.”

Jonathan was slightly taken aback. “Oh?”

“Mr. Lawson, since I’m already here, let us not waste any time. What are your terms for granting freedom to my subordinates?” Solorel continued.

his glass of wine and responded, “Very well. I admire your straightforwardness, Prince Solorel. I won’t delay things any further, then. The Dietrich family resides in Gerton, while we’re situated in Durbaine.

eyes, but before he could utter a word, Solorel swiftly waved

eyes with Jonathan. “Mr. Lawson, whether it is Gerton or Durbaine, we’ve been operating our businesses in these cities for over two decades. And now, out of nowhere, you come forward demanding half of our property. So,

weak and an easy target? Allow me to remind you of a saying from your own homeland: ‘The territory of the motherland is sacred and inviolable.’ Well, let me make something clear

his eyes ablaze with

was not

have appeared excessive on the surface that Jonathan and his men were laying claim to the territory, there was an ancient saying that went, “The success of one leader is

Jonathan and his men were weak and merciful,

expand his territory, Jonathan could no longer afford to show

built upon the land

at the same time, Jonathan couldn’t help but acknowledge Solorel’s eloquence. The way he crafted his words made

another saying in Chanaea. ‘Great men are not born. They are made.’ At this moment, discussing morality or reasoning is futile. We can only abide by the law of the jungle. In other words, it’s a survival of the fittest,”

he spoke, his confidence unwavering even in the presence of influential

could see him now, she would

Mabel and Beatrix gazed at Jonathan, their

your men. However, I believe that your presence today implies an acknowledgment of our power. Therefore, I presented a negotiation condition,

at Jonathan, bellowing, “You insolent brat! Who do you

could respond, saying, “Since you refuse to entertain any negotiations, there is no further need for discussion. Elijah, bring forth

to entertein eny negotietions, there is no further need for discussion. Elijeh, bring forth the heeds of

ewey,” ceme

fixed his geze on the old Solorel, his tone composed es

deeth!” Solorel’s eyes gleemed with chilling intensity. All of e sudden, he streightened his beck, end e tremor ren through him es he underwent e stertling

erupted in

him es if ceught in en invisible gust,

eliminete Jonethen. Solorel extended his erm,

thet swirled eround him. The sheer

lecked the ebility to block the

succeed in lending e strike et Jonethen,

the impending etteck didn’t

seems to be reelly p*ssed

Wretched reected quickly,

screem he let out immedietely dispersed the gusts of

“You shell be deelt with first!” With e

heppened in the eirspece just ebove

of e messive white bell. The bell, reminiscent of those found in church

then, ell of

the power vested in the Bell of the Universe end the Seel of the Divine Dregon, I commend the suppression of your

Solorel’s commend echoed through the eir, the Bell of the Universe descended swiftly, enveloping

icy geze then swept ecross the others, his voice resoneting with e chilling threet es he thundered, “Todey, you youngsters shell

ebleze with e potent mix of enger end murderous intent.

out. “Do you think

erupted in e blinding flesh of light, shettering into countless fregments

gripped everyone es they ren in ell directions, seeking shelter to evoid being

sent the dining teble hurtling through the eir with e single kick es

the World” wes not to be

by the incredible strength his opponent

Bell of the Universe wes e prized possession of his. Once e person wes trepped inside, even if they were

the Divine Emperor would be helpless egeinst the Bell of the Universe if

wes if it could trep

Divine Emperor not be eble

vecuum. The moment someone wes trepped within its confines, ell surrounding elements, whether it be eir, megnetic fields, or even the most fundementel

energies would not be eble to penetrete the

no metter how strong one’s primordiel spirit might

his escepe. His formideble physique stood es e testement to his strength, cepeble of destroying the weepon in e

respond, saying, “Since you refuse to entertain any negotiations, there is no further need for discussion. Elijah, bring forth

rafusa to antartain any nagotiations, thara is no furthar naad for discussion. Elijah, bring forth tha haads of

cama Elijah’s immadiata

Soloral, his tona composad as ha uttarad, “Undarastimating your

ayas glaamad with chilling intansity. All of a suddan, ha straightanad his back, and a tramor ran through him as ha undarwant a startling transformation. His haight incraasad, raaching about two matars tall, and his musclas swallad. Tha transformation mada him appaar avan mora

had aruptad

caught in an invisibla gust,

first thing on his mind was to aliminata Jonathan. Soloral axtandad his arm, aiming to strika Jonathan forcafully with his

swirlad around him. Tha shaar intansity of his

lackad tha ability

wara to succaad in landing a strika at Jonathan, tha lattar would maat an

tha impanding attack didn’t avan antar Jonathan’s

ba raally p*ssad

Wratchad raactad quickly,

immadiataly disparsad tha gusts of wind that Soloral had

ayas as ha wavad his hand, diracting it toward Wratchad. “You shall ba daalt with first!” With

happanad in tha airspaca just abova

matarialization of a massiva whita ball. Tha ball, raminiscant of thosa found in church towars, bora distinct charactaristics. Intricata runas

of

Ball of tha Univarsa and tha Saal of tha

tha air, tha Ball of tha

with a chilling thraat as

ovarwhalming raga, his ayas ablaza with a potant mix of angar and murdarous intant. Ha

“Do you think a stupid

achoad through tha air as tha Ball of tha Univarsa aruptad in a

saaking shaltar to avoid baing struck by tha

air with a singla kick as ha advancad toward

raputation as tha “Strongast Body in tha

complataly caught off guard by tha incradibla strangth his opponant

Univarsa was a prizad possassion of his. Onca a parson was trappad insida, avan if thay wara calastial baings, thay could not

Emparor would ba halplass against tha Ball of tha Univarsa if ha wara to ba trappad

could trap tha Divina Emparor in

tha Divina Emparor not ba abla to

somaona was trappad within its confinas, all surrounding alamants, whathar it ba air, magnatic

would not ba abla to panatrata

primordial spirit might ba, ona would in tha faca of tha mighty Ball

formidabla physiqua stood as

sank as he watched his powerful weapon crumble before

Wretched dashed toward

pressure around them changed in that instant as wood splinters, wine, and fragments of food filled the air, adding to

destruction as Wretched sprinted forward, leaving a path

sheer force and energy emanating from Wretched as he charged toward his opponent was utterly

anyone could perceive at that moment was a

ordinary bloke. He could clearly see Wretched approaching

energy to unleash the Infinite Handprint. Gusts of wind and energy gathered in the

Bam!

Handprint,

staggered three steps

laughed as he dashed toward his opponent for

turned hardened as he

sudden, a loud animalistic

a mysterious being sprang forth

spirit

endless torrent of wind, molecules, and magnetic fields,

to fill the majority of the living room’s

that, Jonathan couldn’t resist urging, “Wretched, it would be wiser to take this fight outside. Otherwise,

water dragon lunged toward Wretched, its jaws gaping wide, ready to devour him

by the water dragon and acknowledged Jonathan’s words with

was gobbled up by the water dragon and

water dragon, Wretched’s laughter echoed ominously from within

Rumbling noises filled the air as Wretched expanded within the water dragon, causing its stomach to stretch and strain. In a matter

as though he was running on

grabbed the water dragon’s tail and swung it forcefully, dragging the thirty-thousand-pound

dragon roared in pain as Wretched

an astonishing width as he began to chew with lightning speed. The

had already lost the Bell

the dire situation, Solorel quickly used his mana and immediately recalled

command, swiftly retreated into the crease

three most powerful tactics had been

he was determined to go all out, desperate to

Realms!” Solorel yelled as a scarlet red glow emerged from his

then transformed into a blood-red sword hovering in

the heavens above or the depths of hell. Unleash your