An Understated Dominance Novel (Dahlia & Dustin) by Marina Vittori updated 2025-26 - An Understated Dominance Chapter 2693

Chapter 2693

Logan’s words — “Demon, not immortal.” — slammed through the grand and eerie Fairyharbor Immortal Palace like thunder.

The temperature in the hall seemed to crash. Even the spiritual energy swirling in the wine pool froze in place.

The men and women who had been indulging in pleasure fell silent, stiff and trembling like animals with a blade at their throats. Not one dared to breathe.

The effeminate man’s fingers halted over his zither strings. The beautiful woman’s seductive smile iced over, her charm replaced by a razor-sharp chill.

Even Aukon, usually lazy and detached, finally showed emotion — a flicker of unmistakable fury in his depths.

Ants struggling might be amusing. But ants daring to mock and defy the heavens? That was blasphemy.

“You truly don’t know how to appreciate kindness.”

The man in the Taoist robe snapped first.

With a sharp crack, his jade wine cup shattered on the floor, wine splashing like spilled blood across the white jade tiles.

He surged to his feet, robe whipping around him, his once-playful expression twisting into a sinister snarl.

“A nobody — a mortal sword cultivator who stumbled into a bit of luck — dares slander this sacred immortal paradise? Today, I’ll show you what true immortal power looks like!”

Logan’s earlier words — exposing their stolen Void Dragon power and calling this place a demonic lair disguised as paradise — had clearly struck deep.

Aukon didn’t stop him. He simply leaned back, cold and silent, as though watching a spectacle unfold.

The effeminate man and the stunning beauty stared on as well, waiting to see how long Logan could survive against Aoki’s full force.

Aoki began forming hand seals at breakneck speed, a twisted blue aura rising from his body, laced with deathly stillness and corruption.

Though he practiced wood-type Dao arts, long exposure to tainted dragon energy had already warped him far from any righteous path.

“All wood spirits — heed my command! Slaughter him!”

He thrust his seal toward the lush plants and glowing spiritual trees lining one side of the hall.

In an instant, the serene greenery went wild — vines burst forth like venomous serpents, thorns glinting, whipping toward Logan. Branches hardened into spears, raining down like a deadly storm.

A rotten aura swept outward, trying to corrode Logan’s life force.

Logan was still recovering, but his eyes were as sharp as blades.

His sword flashed — not with sweeping power, but with precision. He moved like wind between vines and spears, every stroke striking a weak point, every thrust cutting through the strongest node.

Crack—snap—

Sword light shimmered. Vines tore apart; wooden spears shattered like dry bone.

Fast, precise, ruthless — his sword intent cut through corruption as though slicing through illusion. Aoki’s fierce wood arts collapsed like rotten wood under a butcher’s blade.

“Not bad. Try dodging this!”

Humiliated, Aoki snarled, changing hand seals. His body glowed with brighter blue light — and streaks of murky black slipped through like poison.

“The wood gives birth to spirits — rise and obey!”

He slammed his palm into the ground.

From the cracks in the flawless jade erupted countless black, twisted spirits — shrieking, formless shadows born from corrupted plant souls and fallen cultivators consumed by dragon malice.

They had no bodies, only claws that tore at the soul, rushing at Logan like a tide, dimming the very air.

Aoki flicked his sleeve — three dark talisman lights shot out, landing and rising into three flying corpses dressed in ancient official robes, skin blue-black, nails long and purple as blades.

Corrupted by dragon malice, these zombies burst forward with terrifying speed and strength, joining the swarm of soul-rending spirits.

“Be careful! It’s Soul-Capturing Evil Sound — and flying corpses!”

Grace’s face paled. She quickly channeled energy to defend herself, resisting the shrill psychic wails.

Logan didn’t flinch.

He raised his left hand like a sword and tapped his brow — a gentle, clear spiritual wave spread out, like rain dissolving fog, weakening the ghostly shrieks.

At the same time, he swept his sword in a graceful, mysterious arc.

“Mysterious Purity wards evil — Thunder cleanses the soul.”

Purple lightning flickered faintly along the blade.

A deep, resonant thunder hummed — not heard with ears, but striking directly into the soul.

—BOOM—

The thunder-sword intent exploded outward, shaking the hall.

The demonic spirits shrieked, dissolving like frost under burning sunlight. Those that remained turned thin and translucent, their threat crippled.