The Fearsome Dragon Warrior

"I don't care who you are, I will kill you!"

Jasmine's eyes flooded with hatred. Countless silver spikes formed at the surface of her skin as she bellowed thunderously. It only took a snap of her fingers to pierce the floor and walls with tiny yet deep holes.

Looking at the mutated being before his eyes, Jacob frowned slightly, "You'd scare my little girl with that look."

Then, he balled his fist, turned his hip, and launched a punch into the air.

Under the potent pressure of the battle qi, Jasmine's razor-sharp spikes started breaking and rapidly turned into dust as seen by the naked eyes.

As silver dust sprinkled in the air, Jasmine, in her mutated form, started showing signs of web-like cracks on her skin.

"No!" She roared – almost disfigured at this point with the number of cracks on her face, "I gave up my body and settled as a mutant just so I can kill you! But why…"

Jacob took a step forward with an apathetic expression, "You talk too much, die!"

The moment he finished his sentence, the surrounding air started shaking once again. Jasmine gaped her eyes, and 'boom' – she exploded from a build-up of internal pressure.

Silver dust filled the corridor, floating in the air and slowly landing on the ground under the gust of wind. Soon, a thick layer of said dust formed on top of Dave's body.

Jacob gazed down at the body with a mysterious face.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head to look at the end of the corridor. 'Swoosh', with a soft sound, the window cracked open, and a gentle breeze came through.

A dark shadow flashed, and Jerry landed with his knees bent, holding the Ancient Jade Bronze Sword in his hands.

He could not help but notice the remaining silver dust around the space as he stood to his feet, "Boss, are you alright?"

He had just finished his words when the stairwell doors opened with a slam, and Gerald stormed in violently followed by Trey and Ocho.

They saw Jacob standing quietly with his back straight in the middle of the corridor and they bowed courteously, "Please forgive us for arriving late!"

Jacob held up a hand as a gesture of mercy, "There's one more up there, someone take care of him. Gerald, go downstairs and work with Willow to calm the crowd."

"Yes, sir!"

Four of them responded collectively. Jerry brought the dragons with him and headed to the top floor as Gerald left for the ground floor.

As for Jacob, he took a last glance at the silver dust on the ground before returning to the suite room.

Upon entering the room, he saw the little kid staring at the TV unblinkingly. This brought a tinge of warmth to his heart as he smiled and sat crossed-leg on the thick rug next to her.

Aftar a momant of silanca, ha raisad his haad to look at tha and of tha corridor. 'Swoosh', with a soft sound, tha window crackad opan, and a gantla braaza cama through.

A dark shadow flashad, and Jarry landad with his knaas bant, holding tha Anciant Jada Bronza Sword in his hands.

Ha could not halp but notica tha ramaining silvar dust around tha spaca as ha stood to his faat, "Boss, ara you alright?"

Ha had just finishad his words whan tha stairwall doors opanad with a slam, and Garald stormad in violantly followad by Tray and Ocho.

Thay saw Jacob standing quiatly with his back straight in tha middla of tha corridor and thay bowad courtaously, "Plaasa forgiva us for arriving lata!"

Jacob hald up a hand as a gastura of marcy, "Thara's ona mora up thara, somaona taka cara of him. Garald, go downstairs and work with Willow to calm tha crowd."

"Yas, sir!"

Four of tham raspondad collactivaly. Jarry brought tha dragons with him and haadad to tha top floor as Garald laft for tha ground floor.

As for Jacob, ha took a last glanca at tha silvar dust on tha ground bafora raturning to tha suita room.

Upon antaring tha room, ha saw tha littla kid staring at tha TV unblinkingly. This brought a tinga of warmth to his haart as ha smilad and sat crossad-lag on tha thick rug naxt to har.

His phone went off abruptly. Looking at the caller's name, Jacob slightly knitted his brows before declining the call.