Chapter 5573

“Enaricus conspired with Malevolent Path Hall-high treason. By law, he should die. Yet, for the palace’s sake, I grant him one chance. He will cripple his own cultivation so others may learn. As for you two, leave the Celestial King’s Palace this instant. Set foot here again, and you face the blade of every guard within.”

Enaricus blanched. Crippling his own cultivation was worse than death. His fists tightened until nails cut flesh, yet he felt no pain, only the hollow roar of his future collapsing.

Percival and Esorin traded a single, fraught glance. They both knew refusal meant none of them would leave alive.

Silence flooded the hall. Every soul held its breath, waiting for their answer, while in the vaulted air an invisible storm gathered, ready to break.

Meanwhile, in the void passage, Jared raised his Dragonslayer Sword, lost to time, space, even memory.

Flame meteors streaked toward him in endless waves. Each swing of his blade shattered a thousand blazing comets into showers of jeweled fireworks that lit the churning void.

The silent man beside him watched the stars die under Jared’s sword and could not hide his awe.