The envoy’s eyes narrowed. He stepped back quickly, clearly wary of the Murray Spear.
Noticing his hesitation, Jared immediately swung his sword again, hoping to strike while the envoy was distracted.
“One sword seals the end!” Jared unleashed a wave of sword energy.
It morphed into a Golden Dragon engulfed in flames, roaring as It charged toward the envoy. This opponent was far too strong, forcing Jared to bring out everything had in a single blow.
He didn’t just draw on the Power of Immortals in his body. He fused it with the Power of Dragons and fire nascence, channeling it all into this one devastating strike.
He poured everything into this attack, determined to take the envoy down. Even the envoy couldn’t hide his alarm. His contempt vanished. But by then, Jared’s sword had already closed in, there was no way to dodge.
The envoy roared and crossed his arms, unleashing a furious counterattack. Both fists drove forward with all the might he’d built up over a lifetime. The very air seemed to distort under the pressure.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, Jared was blasted backward through the air.
The envoy didn’t get away unscathed either, his arms were completely destroyed by the force of Jared’s strike.
Realizing could no longer fight, the envoy tried to retreat. But the girl’s spear was already in front of him. Beams of purple light enveloped his entire body.
Clenching his teeth, the envoy’s divine soul briefly detached from his body. Then, under the radiance of the purple glow, his physical body exploded.
“The Murray Spear certainly lives up to its name,” muttered.
The envoy’s divine soul fled, trying to escape.
“Trying to run?” the girl In white raised spear to give chase, but a group of figures suddenly appeared in the distance.
They were from the Eighth Hall, backing the envoy’s escape.
***
At the same time, the ground trembled as soldiers from Winged Tiger City, who had earlier retreated, surged back into the battlefield.
Jovan was among them, forced to return. Behind stood Braxton, personally overseeing the situation. Jovan didn’t dare defy him.
Seeing this, the girl let go of pursuit and instead reached out to help Jared to his feet. Jared’s forehead was drenched with sweat as gasped for breath. The battle had drained him.
Had the girl not shown up, wouldn’t have been able to handle the envoy alone. He might’ve had no choice but to let the Vermilion Demon Lord take over his body.
With the Eighth Hall forces now present, the envoy calmed down. Though his body was gone, his divine soul could still regenerate a new one-it just needed time.
“Sir Envoy…” Braxton approached the envoy with utmost respect.
These envoys were the enforcers of the Celestial Palace, inspecting conditions across the branches, akin to a discipline inspection department.
The envoy’s eyes were cold as glared at Braxton. “Have someone clean up here. You escort me back to the Eighth Hall. I need to restore my physical body.”
“Yes, sir!” Braxton bowed and turned to Jovan. “Move out! If anyone tries to flee, kill them all!”
Jovan, clearly reluctant, gave the order. “Attack!”
The soldiers from Winged Tiger City charged at Jared and the girl in white. An overwhelming wave of fighters descended on the two of them.
Jovan didn’t dare hold back. Braxton glanced at Jared, his face clouded with conflicting emotions, before quickly retreating to protect the envoy’s divine soul.
If anything happened to the envoy while under his watch, it would spell disaster for Braxton as the overlord of the Eighth Hall. Jared watched the approaching horde, frowning deeply.
“What are you thinking about?” the girl asked.
“Wondering whether to run or not…”
“What do you think?” She laughed.
“Run!”
With that, Jared turned and bolted.
