A shadow crossed Yuliana’s features, Jared’s sword had moved so fast even couldn’t intervene. Around them, the celestial students went deathly pale.

They had grown up watching friendly duels, never this kind of merciless strike, no warning, no hesitation, one cut, and an Earthly Immortal Realm Level Seven’s arm lay on the stones.

None of them had even seen the swing, only a silver flash followed by the spray of blood. That Dragonslayer Sword looked plain, almost crude, yet in that instant it blurred beyond sight.

An Earthly Immortal Realm Level One had just removed the limb of an Earthly Immortal Realm Level Seven. Had they not witnessed it themselves, they would have called it impossible.

Yuliana’s pupils shrank. She had believed Jared a mere pawn propped up by unseen powers, his low cultivation cushioned by allies. What had just witnessed crushed that illusion.

Earthly immortal Realm Level One, but that strike… The control, the timing, the absolute command of the field, no ordinary novice could accomplish that, no matter what weapons are used…

Every shiver in the courtyard told the same truth.