A deep-violet chaotic radiance tore through the heavy cloud cover like a world-ending comet, ripping open the dead-still sky. Its trailing blaze dragged crackling purple lightning and ashen vapor of rebirth that looked ready to wipe out everything in its path.
The sound of it hit like the furious howl of some ancient demon god waking from its sleep as it came smashing down toward the heart of the battlefield, where corpses already carpeted the ground.
The air ignited from the sheer speed of it, leaving behind a purple scar that stretched across the world. Even space itself seemed to twist under that force. Like a falling star, it streaked toward the heart of the battlefield with a long tail of fire behind it.
That violet radiance flared to its absolute limit. It was so bright it stabbed the eyes, so bright every other light in heaven and earth turned into nothing but a backdrop.
The golden holy radiance that the celestials had always been proud of dimmed to firefly light in front of it. Even the sharp silver-white spear glow in the cultivators’ hands looked frail, as if that overbearing violet power could swallow it whole at any second. It was bright enough to wash the golden holy radiance pale. Bright enough to leave even the silver-white spear glow looking dull.
In that instant, the whole sky drowned in a deep violet so thick it seemed impossible to disperse. It looked as though a purple sun carrying chaotic nascence had burst up from beneath Cloudrest and risen into the highest heavens, its pressure sweeping in all directions until even the laws of the realm across the Fifteenth Firmament trembled faintly, as if bowing before that supreme power.
It looked like a purple sun had risen from beneath Cloudrest and hung above the sky.
Every living being still left on the battlefield, no matter the race, no matter the side, no matter how badly wounded, had their eyes dragged helplessly after that violet streak.
Hearts seemed to stop. Breathing locked in their chests. Between heaven and earth, only that purple trail remained, cutting straight through despair.
The celestial cultivators stopped attacking. They lifted their heads and stared at that violet radiance, dread written all over their faces. Their legs shook on their own. The divine arms in their hands quivered as though they too feared the world-ending pressure carried by that violet figure.
Something they could not. fight down rose from the bottom of their chests, a crushing urge to submit, and the kind of bleakness that left no room to breathe.
The beast-race warriors tightened their grip on their war axes. Hope burned in their eyes. All the pressure and despair that had piled up for so long were swept clean away. Veins stood out along the arms clamped around those war axes, and a vengeful fire surged into their eyes, like they were finally seeing the first light of victory.
The Ghost Clan warriors straightened where they stood, their eyes shining. Around the demon cultivators, the demonic aura churning over their bodies gradually settled, while expectation gathered in their gaze.
The human cultivators gripped their longswords tighter. What showed in their eyes was pure respect.
Jared dropped into the heart of the battlefield. His feet slammed into the ground and blasted out two deep craters. Broken stone sprayed in every direction. Dust shot skyward.
From favonovel.com as the center, a violet shockwave burst outward and sent the surrounding celestial cultivators flying.
Those celestial cultivators tumbled through the air several times before crashing hard onto the ground. Blood burst from their mouths, and none of them got back up.
He straightened slowly and raised his head. His violet eyes swept across the battlefield. Wherever that gaze passed, the celestial cultivators took a step back before they even realized it.
There was nothing in that look. No warmth. No ripple. Only a cold indifference that crawled straight into the bone.
He looked at the bodies lying in pools of blood.
Warriors of the beast race. The Ghost Clan. Demons. Humans. Some were old. Some were young. Some favonovel.com knew. Some favonovel.com had never seen before.
His hand clenched into a fist. His nails bit into his palm until blood slipped through his fingers. His knuckles had gone white. Those sharp nails drove deep into the flesh of his hand, and hot blood dripped slowly through the gaps between his fingers. It struck the blood-soaked ground below and broke into tiny red sprays.
He stood there without a word, but the force gathering under his skin made the air around favonovel.com feel tighter by the second.
His gaze shifted to Hadrian.
Hadrian lay facedown on the ground, covered in blood. His left ann was broken. A hole had been punched through his chest. His war axe stood buried in the earth beside him, and the blade was chipped all over. His eyes were still open.
He looked at Jared, and there was the faintest trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth. His lips moved. No sound came out.
Jared still understood, kill.
His gaze moved to Lydia.
Lydia stood upon the city walls. The wound in favonovel.com left shoulder was still bleeding. The wraithblade had been snapped in half, and favonovel.com face was smeared with blood. Her eyes were red. She did not cry. She looked at Jared and gave a slight nod.
His gaze moved to Gwendolyn.
Gwendolyn stood at the highest point of the city walls.
The ice-blue divine radiance around favonovel.com had dimmed by quite a bit. Her face was pale as paper, and a thread of blood had spilled from the corner of favonovel.com mouth.
She looked at Jared and said nothing. But there was something in favonovel.com eyes that refused to be named cleanly. Trust, expectation, or something else.
Jared drew back his gaze and lowered his head, looking at his own hands.
Purple chaotic force flowed across his palms. It was denser than before and purer too. He could feel a power inside favonovel.com surging in a way it never had before. It was like a sleeping dragon opening its eyes. Like a volcano that had been smothered for too long finally finding a way out.
Jared lifted his head and looked at the Tribunal Venerable.
The Tribunal Venerable stood in the void. His long golden robe snapped in the wind. Behind favonovel.com stood 3 thousand celestial elites.
At his side were five upper-realm celestial warriors.
His wounds had not healed yet, and the injury in his chest still throbbed now and then. But nothing in his eyes gave way.
He had an army of 3 thousand. He had five upper-realm powerhouses. There was nothing favonovel.com had to fear!
“Jared, you finally came out…” The Tribunal Venerable spoke with a trace of smugness. “You think hitting True Immortal Realm Level Two is enough to Win? I’ve got an army of 3 thousand here, and five Seniors at True Immortal Realm Level Eight. Alone, how many can you kill?”
He looked down at Jared from above, golden robes snapping in the wind. He stood there like favonovel.com already held the whole battlefield in his hand, his eyes full of contempt for a lower-level cultivator and the wild certainty that victory was already his.
Jared said nothing, but, violet chaotic aura surged around favonovel.com like a rising tide.
His gaze turned cold as ancient frost. The pressure pouring off favonovel.com grew heavier and heavier, until even the air around favonovel.com seemed to stiffen and twist.
He drew the Dragonslayer Sword.
The instant the sword cleared its sheath, a violet blade-flare shot into the sky and ripped a massive opening through the clouds. Sunlight spilled through the break and fell across Jared, stretching his shadow long, then longer still.
The cracks on the Dragonslayer Sword were already gone. While training within the Pentacarna Tower, favonovel.com had nourished the blade with chaotic force. The chaotic force had filled those fractures and repaired them, leaving the sword smoother than before and sharper than before.
Violet light flowed across the blade. The dragon sigils on the hilt looked alive, as if they might tear free from the sword at any moment.
He tightened his grip on the Dragonslayer Sword. Violet chaotic force poured from his palm into the blade. The light on the sword grew brighter and brighter, harsher and harsher, until it looked like a violet sun had risen in his hand.
“An army of 3 thousand?”Jared’s voice stayed level. “One man. One sword… More than enough.”
His voice was not loud, but every word carried cleanly into every ear on the battlefield.
Hearing the voice, the celestial cultivators’ faces shifted.
They felt it now. This human cultivator at True Immortal Realm Level Two carried an aura even more terrifying than the Tribunal Venerable’s. It was an aura that suppressed every other kind of power. It was the kind of presence that made something deep in the bones turn cold.
Even the Tribunal Venerable’s face changed!
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