The underworld queen come back and slays novel Chapter 170

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Raven stood silently on the sidelines, her gaze locked on Caleb’s battered figure.

Despite the overwhelming disadvantage, the boy still gritted his teeth and fought with every last ounce of strength.

For the first time, a flicker of approval appeared in her usually indifferent eyes.

He was finally showing it–that ruthless will to fight like his life depended on it.

During training, Caleb had always performed decently, but he’d lacked a vital edge: the ferocity to stake everything in a real battle.

Without that, he could never break into the ranks of the Elite Warriors.

But now, thanks to Jedidiah’s relentless provocation, the blood in him had finally begun to boil.

This was exactly why she had purposely awarded Caleb the first Hundred–Man Unit slot–so Jedidiah would emerge from the shadows and set his sights on him.

As for Caleb’s injuries, as long as he didn’t die, she was fully confident she could have him back to full health within three days.

Meanwhile, Jedidiah was spiraling into a frenzy.

The moment Caleb’s teeth sank deep into his leg, his strikes turned savage.

Crack after crack echoed as Caleb’s bones fractured under the assault.

His body was now a mess of blood and broken limbs, his breaths shallow and fading.

But even then, his jaws refused to unclench.

“Someone help him!”

“Get him out of there–now!”

“Hell no. This is our land, and I’ll be damned if some punk from Sunset Empire thinks he can run wild here!”

The crowd, who’d previously hesitated due to Jedidiah’s repeated mentions of the Vyrdenian monarch, could hold back no longer.

It didn’t matter if the man on the throne raged–they weren’t about to watch one of their own be beaten to death in front of them.

Just as dozens of figures were about to leap into action, a sudden voice rang out from the courtyard gates–cold/sharp, and impossible to ignore.

“Enough.”

The single word sliced through the chaos like a blade. All motion ceased.

Everyone, Jedidiah included, froze and turned toward the source of the command.

Through the open gates walked a procession of over a dozen figures, their footsteps

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unhurried, yet each one emanating an undeniable presence.

At the head of the group were two middle–aged men in their forties.

One wore the pristine white uniform of Sunset Empire’s military, the insignia on his chest identifying him as the equivalent of a Vyrdenian general.

But no one spared him more than a passing glance.

All eyes were drawn instead to the man beside him–dressed in Vyrdenia Military’s highest–grade uniform, tall, composed, and radiating unshakable authority.

Benson Macy–one of the four generals of the Vyrdenia Military, and more importantly, the younger brother of the country’s supreme ruler.

Instead, he turned back to Benson and said smoothly, “Did you hear that, Mr. Macy? This was supposed to be a friendly exchange. Your man lost, then tried to retaliate