Santino stared in blank confusion. Flaxseed and the newly conscious Corin shared the same stunned expression.
The notion that Ararat, lord of Swordmaster City at the top level of the Earthly Immortal Realm, would call Jared, a cultivator in the ninth level of the Wandering immortal Realm. as his master was absurd.
Regaining a shred of arrogance, Santino bared his teeth. "Do not think I fear you, Ararat! This is the Holy Light Sect. Even a swordmaster will obey or bleed here, and you..."
He never finished his words. Ararat moved.
Nobody caught the moment the sword left his scabbard. One instant, the courtyard simmered with tension. Next, a silver streaked across the air so fast it seemed to shear daylight itself.
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