Under Jared's gaze, a chill ran through Elder Cillian's whole body. Something he had never known before clawed up from the bottom of him.
He had cultivated for a thousand years and stepped into True Immortal Realm Level One. In his own eyes, that made him one of the strong ones even in the Fourteenth Firmament. But the young man in front of him had already lost more than half his bloodline, and his strength had dropped hard. Even so, one sword strike had slaughtered more than a dozen of his disciples, and the next had left him heavily wounded.
What kind of monster is this?!
"Y-You... Who the hell are you?!" Elder Cillian's voice shook as the words came out.
Jared didn't answer. He only lifted the Dragonslayer Sword, slow and steady, and leveled the tip at Elder Cillian's throat.
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