Her palm, broad as a war-fan, swung down at Jared’s face. The gust alone rattled lanterns. “Courting death!” Jared’s eyes flashed silver. He unleashed every drop of seventh-tier Wandering Immortal energy possessed; his aura leaping sky-high.
There was no road back, only forward. The Dragonslayer Sword sang from its sheath. A white-hot arc cleaved upward like a meteor cutting night, all of Jared’s spirit forged into a single, desperate stroke.
Alice snorted. “An ant shaking an oak!” She neither dodged nor flinched, simply slapped fan-sized hand straight into the falling sword light.
Boom! Steel kissed flesh. Thunder detonated. A hurricane of force burst outward, hurling dust, candlesticks, and terrified onlookers in every direction.
Those of weaker cultivation tumbled backward, eyes wide with the horror of power beyond their ken.
The moment the Dragonslayer Sword met Alice’s palm, a force like a collapsing mountain rushed up the blade.
His arms went numb, the web of his hand split open, and warm blood spattered the steel. It felt as if a rampaging demon beast had slammed straight into his chest.
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