Chapter 5785

Only now did Sheldon see the larger design. From the moment the Mystic Sky Sword Sect had marched out, every twist of this bloody conflict had been orchestrated by this young man.

He was a sect master. A Heavenly Immortal powerhouse. Yet, he was tricked by a junior way weaker than him.

Bitterness surged up his throat. He coughed a dark gout of demon blood across the broken stone, his aura flickering like a candle in the wind.

“You have a death wish, boy! I will tear you apart and refine your soul for a thousand years!” he roared, each word drenched in murderous promise.

His rage boiled over, scorching what little reason he had left. He ignored the hollow ache where his demonic essence should have been and squeezed the last drops of power from a body already split with wounds.

Crackling shadows swarmed around him. From that black tide rose a claw-far thinner than the one he could conjure at his peak, yet still heavy with the wails of a thousand tormented souls. It tore through the air toward Jared with a shriek that curdled blood.

That single strike carried every ounce of hatred Sheldon had nurtured across countless battles. He meant to crush Jared in the time it takes a man to blink.