King Nightbat's pupils shrank.
"What?!" The shout burst from him before sense could catch up.
That Soulshatter Demon Dirge had once crippled a Top Level High Immortal Realm Level Seven foe. Yet the youngster in front of him, only Ninth Level Celestial by his reckoning, stood untouched as if it were a spring breeze.
Jared gave no answer. He stepped once, the motion light and silent, then reappeared in front of King Nightbat like a flicker of bad light.
His fist snapped forward. The punch looked plain, almost informal, but the air around his knuckles darkened.
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