Countless broken stones were rolling down through the smoke and dust.
The altar had already been reduced to rubble, and the bodies of two thousand Celestial Palace soldiers were sprawled everywhere in pools of blood. And above those ruins, a golden figure stood with his hands behind his back, a black longsword in hand. His aura looked calm, but the pressure coming off him felt endless.
"T-This... This is..." Lucian's face went white on the spot, disbelief filling his eyes.
Lyria's eyes went wide too, and her body gave a slight tremor.
They had never seen Jared before, but they had heard the stories. He had destroyed the Skyreach Path, killed the Grand Venerable, thrown Sacred Mountain into chaos, and now he had destroyed two Sacred Mountains in a row. That name had long since become a nightmare to the Celestial Palace!
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