The protective golden barrier shattered instantly. Aziel was hurled backward like a kite with Its string cut, his body slamming into the stone wall with a thunderous crash. The impact carved a deep crater into the ancient stone, debris crumbling around him.

“W-What?” Dexton’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. His expression twisted in disbelief.

The hand that had been casually stroking his beard froze in mid-motion, only for to realize, too late, that he’d yanked out several strands.

A Wandering Immortal Realm Level Three… Overwhelmed a Level Five with a single punch?

From the rubble, Aziel groaned and dragged himself upright. His face was ghostly pale, a trail of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He looked down, eyes wide, at the scorched imprint of a fist burned into his chest. Disbelief flickered in his gaze, followed by a hint of dread.

Nymeria, too, was speechless. She knew Aziel’s strength. He wasn’t just powerful, was Heavenfall Pavilion’s prodigy, someone who could fight above his level.