Her palm, broad as a war-fan, swung down at Jared's face. The gust alone rattled lanterns.
"Courting death!" Jared's eyes flashed silver. He unleashed every drop of seventh-tier Wandering Immortal energy he possessed; his aura leaping sky-high.
There was no road back, only forward.
The Dragonslayer Sword sang from its sheath. A white-hot arc cleaved upward like a meteor cutting night, all of Jared's spirit forged into a single, desperate stroke.
Alice snorted. "An ant shaking an oak!"
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