An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2410

Chapter 2410

“Is this the Pantheon’s gene enhancement potion? Incredible!”

“I feel unstoppable! I’m ready to fight right now!”

“Those Dragonmarsh warriors are nothing but trash. Tonight, I’ll make sure they die with no place to rest!”

The moment they drank the enhancement potion, the crowd buzzed with excitement.

Not only had their strength surged, but their spirits burned with fighting fervor. The atmosphere electrified, tension building as energy coursed through them.

“Bailey, with such a treasure, why keep it hidden until now? How many of these gene enhancement potions do you have? I’ll buy everything you can sell!” exclaimed Blood Demon William, his tone laced with greed and ambition.

Bailey, known as the Bear King, chuckled and replied generously, “These are top-tier S-level potions. Production is scarce, reserved exclusively for our senior executives. We don’t sell these. The A-level potions, however, are available for purchase. If you’re interested, I can gift you a batch.”

“Haha, well then, I won’t refuse!” William’s laughter boomed.

Receiving the potions as a gift was perfect for William. Whether for personal use or profit, they were a prize too valuable to pass up.

“Bear King, don’t forget about us,” Brady interjected with a sly grin. “Zhunigia is also keenly interested in these potions.”

“Don’t worry,” Bailey assured the group. “Complete tonight’s mission, and the Pantheon will reward you handsomely. You won’t be treated unfairly.”

Hearing this, the room filled with nods and satisfied smiles.

Though they called themselves allies, they were, in truth, mercenaries working for the Pantheon. Without sufficient rewards, loyalty was fleeting. Bailey’s reassurance quelled doubts and renewed their resolve.

“Now, it’s time. Let’s stick to the plan,” Bailey declared, his voice firm.

“Yes!”

The elite warriors dispersed, each leading their own teams to execute distinct objectives—some would harass, others ambush, and some eliminate specific targets. Their missions were intertwined, enabling mutual support if necessary.

The Pantheon’s strategy was meticulous, planned for months, leaving little room for failure.

Behind the main forces, auxiliary personnel—a disposable group of cannon fodder—stood ready to draw enemy attention.

As the teams left, Bailey pulled Tyson aside.

“How are your preparations?” he asked.

“Everything is set, Lord Bailey,” Tyson replied, bowing slightly. “Dustin and his team are on standby, awaiting orders.”

Bailey’s expression darkened. “Dustin is undeniably talented, his potential limitless. But his origins remain murky, and he cannot yet be trusted. Watch him closely.”

“Understood, my lord,” Tyson said. “He’s already consumed the poison I developed. His life is in my hands. I doubt he’ll dare betray us.”

“Good. Still, keep a sharp eye on him. If he proves loyal, he’ll be a valuable asset. If not…” Bailey’s eyes gleamed coldly. “Eliminate him before he becomes a threat.”

Tyson nodded solemnly. Dustin’s meteoric rise as a martial arts master made him a figure of both admiration and suspicion. While his skills could greatly benefit the Pantheon, his loyalty had yet to be earned.

At midnight, Sacred Wyrm Summit erupted into chaos.

A sudden blaze ignited at the mountain’s base, spreading rapidly upward. The fierce flames lit the night sky, black smoke coiling into the heavens.

The scene was pandemonium as disciples and martial artists scrambled to extinguish the fire.

No one had anticipated such a disaster within the tightly guarded summit.

Amid the confusion, the Pantheon’s assassins began their silent, calculated strike.

Teams infiltrated the summit, targeting key figures. One group attacked the main hall, destroying everything in their path and killing anyone they encountered.

The summit’s defenses activated, the Soul-Stirring Bell ringing out to summon reinforcements and activate the Mountain Protection Formation. Masters in retreat broke their isolation, and guards from the forbidden area rushed to aid the overwhelmed defenders.

Yet the invaders were too numerous, their assault relentless.

Katy Foster, despite prior precautions, struggled to maintain order against the Pantheon’s well-coordinated attack. The defenders’ numbers were insufficient, forcing Katy to send out urgent requests for reinforcements from neighboring sects.

Amid the chaos, a select group of elite Pantheon teams slipped unnoticed into the summit’s forbidden area, their intentions shrouded in secrecy.