At times, he needed no swing at all. The halo of molten gold around him dissolved lesser cultivators on contact, as if his very presence were their bane.
One cultivator lunged from behind, a bone dagger dripping with demonic energy aimed at Jared's spine.
Without turning, Jared flicked his wrist.
A crescent of golden sword energy screamed backward, cleaving attacker and weapon clean in two.
"Pathetic..." The word fell softly, yet carried a chill indifference.
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