My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 250

Chapter 250: A Dangerous Person Part 3
Asher sighed. This was getting more dangerous, but showing weakness wasn’t an option. He needed time.

“I advise you not to act recklessly. Leave while I’m still asking,”

His dragon bloodline unconsciously radiated superiority, pressing down on those around him.

For weaker beings, it would have been overwhelming. But to the prideful Demon Kings, it only made them feel insulted and looked down upon.

“Enough of this arrogance!” Aldric snapped. Sparks of purple and blue lightning burst forward in a deadly arc.

t was a devastating attack, no doubt—but unfortunately, it was elemental.

Asher raised a finger, muttering an incantation. The lightning, meant to incinerate him, bent and converged at his fingertips, crackling wildly.

The room fell silent. The sight of him effortlessly taming such a penetrating attack left them all stunned.

Then, with a flick of his finger, he sent the condensed lightning straight at Zagan.

“YOU THINK THIS CAN HURT ME!” The demon king roared, refusing to dodge out of sheer pride.

Wind burst from his body, scattering the attack before it could reach him.

At the same time, the other Demon Kings sprang into action.

CLANK! CLANK!

A chain materialized around Asher’s foot, glowing with eerie runes as it tightened instantly, locking him in place.

Seizing the opportunity, Aldric closed the distance in an instant, his fist cracking as he aimed straight for the head.

Meanwhile, Zagan unleashed a storm of razor-sharp wind blades, filling every escape route .

Asher entered Mind Zero, his focus intensifying—any mistake meant obliteration. Not even his strongest barrier could withstand these attacks.

His lips moved at an almost inhuman speed, chanting multiple incantations at once.

“BURN!” he uttered.

Countless white flames exploded outward, tearing through everything like a napalm bomb.

BOOOOM!

The metal chains melted instantly, dripping to the floor as molten slag.

Heat also distorted the air, forcing the Aldric to retreat before he was caught in the inferno.

The razor-sharp wind attacks that were closing in were also caught in the firestorm, their trajectory warping as the intense heat disrupted their path.

In a single breath, he stop the attacks of three powerful Demon Kings, proving his sheer dominance over them.

Just when they thought it couldn’t get any more shocking, the remaining white flames erupted.

BOOOM!

BOOOM!

BOOOM!

The first blast rocked the tower. Instead of a thunderous sound a deep rumbling whoosh filled the air as the entire floor turned into a sea of fire.

Scrambling to escape, the Demon Kings relied on their life-saving skills to withstand the unbearable heat.

They noticed the walls warping under the searing heat, groaning as they began to melt. Cracks spread like veins across the surface, and the entire structure trembled, struggling to hold together.

Then, with a final, deafening roar, the flames erupted, engulfing everything. The blast was so strong that the tower resembled a dragon’s maw, spewing fire that lit up the entire city for a brief moment.

Needless to say, the Demon Kings were sent flying, tumbling through the air after they were forced out.

Flames raged on, making them believe the entire place would be consumed by it.

But then the fire began to retreat, drawn back as if sucked into a vacuum.

When the smoke cleared, a translucent golden barrier encased the tower, its hexagonal plates interlocking like a beehive.

Asher stood tall and confident at the barrier’s center, hiding the toll of the attack. Nearly half of his energy was gone.

Compared to his other AOE spells, it might not look much, but controlling and maintaining those white flames required immense effort—even with a dragon’s core assistance.

Unfortunately, despite its sheer power, none of the Demon Kings suffered fatal injuries, proving just how strong their bodies were.

Especially Zagan—he looked completely unfazed, with no trace of fear. If anything, his eyes only burned brighter.

“They’re tougher than they look,” he mused aloud.

(Did you really think you could kill them that easily?) Pantheon’s voice echoed in his mind, tinged with amusement.

“Not really, but I’m pretty sure I made them rethink their life choices.” He let out a chuckle, his eyes landing on the Demon Kings in the sky, who now showed hesitation.

This was the perfect time to assert his dominance. “You’re outside the tower now. If you leave, I won’t chase you.”

“You….” Aldric clenched his fists. His pride refused to accept this humiliation, but his instincts warned him that another reckless move could end badly.

Zagan’s jaw also tightened, his silver-green aura still raging, but his wings flapped slower.

Sorvin scowled, his chains slithering around him like restless serpents, but they no longer lashed out.

His calculating gaze shifted between Asher and the other Demon Kings, waiting for their next move.

Meanwhile, Lucy’s family huddled together beneath another golden barrier—one Asher had set up ahead of time.

“Who is he?” one of her sister whispered.

“I don’t know,” another muttered, gripping the fabric of her sleeve. “But to stand against Demon Kings like that…”

Lucian narrowed his eyes, watching as Asher held his ground.

The way he moved, the way he controlled the battlefield—it was beyond anything he had ever witnessed.

“No ordinary being could do this,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His fingers curled into a fist. “Maybe he’s an old friend of our ancestor?”

“Is that even possible? How could someone from that era be here? I thought most of them died… while others were sealed in hell, like Grandfather.” One of his daughter blurted out.

While the others whispered among themselves, Lucy’s heartbeat quickened.

For some reason, looking at his back stirred a memory and emotions buried deep—ones she forced herself to forget.

She couldn’t afford to hope, only to have her heart broken in the end.

Asher was dead.

He died five years ago. There was no way he could have survived… let alone become this powerful.

‘But why?… why do I feel like this?’ Her lips trembled, and her chest tightened.

No matter how much she tried to ignore it, the sensation refused to fade.