The opposing side seemed intent on treating Adrian as an easy target to crush. But to Adrian, this was utterly impossible. His strength might not be overwhelming, but it was far from weak. If they wanted to humiliate him, they would have to face the consequences.

Adrian’s surging power continued to ripple outward, and his expression carried a chilling killing intent. “If you’re so eager to kill me, then come at me. Let me see what kind of generals Ciawales has to offer,” he said coldly, his gaze frosty.

Hearing this, Lyndon immediately realized Adrian was not bluffing. From the earlier display, it was clear Adrian was far from ordinary.

Yet, a seed of doubt lingered in Lyndon’s heart. Was Adrian’s power truly his own, or was he bolstered by some powerful spirit treasure?

This thought left Lyndon uncertain. If this strength was not entirely Adrian’s, then what was the true source? Everything about the situation felt unreal to him.

Adrian remained composed, his sharp gaze betraying