“Jared, I’m right behind you! You’ve got this!” Flaxseed called out in support.
The cultivators of the vast Caxton Continent all turned their eyes to Jared in disbelief. To them, a Wandering Immortal Realm Level One taking on someone at Wandering immortal Realm Level Five was unimaginable. Calling it a mismatch was putting it mildly.
Even though Jared had just shown impressive power, the gap between their cultivation levels was still enormous.
“All right then, looks like we’re settling this the hard way. Seems like you won’t know your place until I put you there!” Braxton said as stepped forward, unleashing a wave of oppressive energy.
Jared smiled calmly. With a light flick of his hand, dispelled the crushing aura. He turned to Jemima and said, “Keep a close eye on Jhaelyn. Don’t let run…”
Jared didn’t dare assign Flaxseed to that task. He didn‘t trust to keep his composure. If got carried away in front of tens of thousands of people, it’d be a disaster. And judging by Jhaelyn’s temper, things would go sideways fast.
Drawing the Dragonslayer Sword, Jared leapt into the sky to meet Braxton head-on.
“Come on, make your move,” Jared said with a beckoning gesture.
“Hold on!” Braxton raised a hand. “Jared, if we’re going to fight fair, you can’t let anyone possess your body. That wouldn’t be your own power anymore!”
“No problem,” Jared agreed without hesitation.
He knew Braxton was still shaken by the Vermilion Demon Lord. But Jared had no plans to rely on possession. With the Dragonslayer Sword, the fire unicorn, and the unpredictable Celestial Devourer, was confident in winning this battle on his own.
“Let’s go!” Braxton shouted as attacked without warning.
Boom!
A thunderous crack ripped through the skies.
Braxton’s figure blurred across the void, leaving an afterimage behind. In the blink of an eye, was hovering a hundred feet above Jared’s head.
Clasping his hands, spiritual energy swirled around like molten magma, building into a tremendous force. The clouds above were obliterated within fifty kilometers.
“Starfall Palm!” bellowed, slamming down with his right palm.
In that instant, a massive golden hand appeared, blotting out the sky. The palm lines were distinct, each crease pulsing with terrifying power. Even before the palm landed, the ground had already started to cave in.
Chunks of earth and stone were crushed into dust under its weight.
“Watch out, Mr. Chance!” Jemima gasped. Her hands clenched into fists, nails biting into palms.
She could clearly sense the overwhelming force in that blow. Even at peak Wandering Immortal Realm Level Three, wouldn’t have stood a chance.
“It’s over… We’re finished…” the cultivators of the Caxton Continent muttered, their faces pale.
An old man with snow-white hair trembled as spoke, “That one strike could flatten everything within five hundred kilometers…”
Just when everyone thought Jared was done for, moved.
“Break!” shouted, unsheathing the Dragonslayer Sword.
A dazzling crimson glow lit up the sky. The blade let out a high-pitched hum, like the roar of a dragon. Gripping it tightly in both hands, Jared swung upward to meet the descending palm.
The crimson arc streaked upward like a blood moon rising into the heavens.
Boom!
A deafening explosion shook the heavens. The crimson light clashed with the golden hand mid-air, igniting a blinding burst of energy. Spiritual energy exploded outward in a shockwave, slicing buildings a few kilometers around.
As the dust settled, everyone’s jaws dropped. The supposedly unstoppable golden palm had been cut clean in two.
“What?” Braxton’s pupils shrank. His face twitched uncontrollably.
Staring at Jared, his voice trembled, “How could a mere level one wandering immortal break my Starfall Palm?”
