Chapter 5684

“It’s all in the past,” he rasped, each word scraping out like stone across steel. “I was the head disciple of Heaven Gate.

I pledged my life to a junior. For that sin, my master destroyed my core technique and cast me out. I alone shamed the sect.”

“But!”

Zevon’s head snapped up. His voice exploded across the night like rolling thunder. “The sect is still my home. Its enemies are mine. Soul Devourer-prepare to forfeit your life!”

That last bellow cracked the sky, the sound like the first divine thunder at the dawn of creation.

He moved. In an instant, the man of languid posture became a blade of light, carving a blinding arc toward the sky where the Soul Devourer hovered.

Where Zevon passed, demonic aura shrank away, the very void twisting as though terrified of him.