A cold smirk tugged at Jared’s lips.

Pointing the sword toward the ground, said, “Power doesn’t depend on your cultivation level…”

Before finished speaking, his form flickered.

In the next instant, was less than nine meters from Braxton. The Dragonslayer Sword cut through the air with a sharp whistle, aimed straight at Braxton’s throat.

Braxton sidestepped in a flash, but Jared’s blade followed with relentless precision. Each stroke was calculated and deadly.

Crimson light filled the air, weaving into a dense web. Forced to retreat, Braxton’s ornate battle robe was shredded by the blows, revealing golden body armor underneath.

“H-How is this even possible?” Thorley gasped, eyes wide, jaw hanging open. He had never seen anyone dominate his father in a head-on fight.