Saleto bit his lip and formed a rapid series of seals, barking with hollow bravado, “Hall Guardians, seize him!”

Before the echo of his shout faded, eight surging auras erupted from the four corners of the chamber. Eight Wandering Immortal Realm Level Eight guardians leapt forward, divine weapons gleaming, closing in on Jared in an eight-trigram formation. Their eyes were icy, their orders clear, to kill all intruders.

“Eight small fry think they can stop me?” Jared chuckled softly, could not even be bothered to draw his sword. He flickered through the formation like a wraith.

With every casual lift of his hand, a guardian screamed, flew backward, weapon shattering, spiritual veins snapping, crashing to the marble floor, fate uncertain. Within mere heartbeats, the eight guardians lay ruined in a heap, limbs askew.

Saleto’s pupils contracted, all color drained from his face.

How can anyone wield such terrifying might?

Eight Wandering Immortal Realm Level Eight guardians, reduced to clay pigeons!