Up on Saintlight Peak, Aurelius saw that scene, and his pupils tightened again.
"Jared? He came too?"
A bad feeling rose hard in Aurelius''s chest.
Skr alone had already been enough to give him a pounding headache.
Now Jared was here too-the same Jared who could kill a True Immortal with a single palm strike. If those two joined forces...
No. That wasn''t right.
Aurelius caught it at once. The air between Jared and Skr didn''t look anything like an alliance.
What hung there was something carved down to the bone.
The kind of hatred that only ended when one side died.
It was so thick that even through the Mountain-Guarding Grand Array, he could still
feel it clearly.
"They''re... enemies?"
Something shifted in Aurelius.
The fear in his eyes slowly drained away, and in its ce came a flicker of anticipation, along with the look of an old fox starting to scheme.
The enemy of his enemy was his friend.
If he could use Jared to keep Skr tied down, or use Skr to get rid of Jared, either oue would do nothing but benefit the Celestial Basilica.
And if the two of them tore each other apart, that would be even better.
He could sit back, reap the reward, and wipe out both of these major threats in one sweep.
He pressed those calctions down and kept his gaze fixed on the mountain foot below.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
At the mountain foot, Skr looked at Jared, and the smile at his mouth deepened. "Jared, we meet again."
His tone stayed easy, casual, like he was greeting an old friend. There was even a trace of leisure in it.
"Your injuries healed? Good. Faster than I expected."
Jared stared at Skr. The look in his eyes cut like des, sharp enough to strip flesh from bone if a re alone could do it.
"Skr, where''s Josephine?"
He didn''t circle around it. His voice came out cold, each word slow and hard, like he was forcing it through clenched teeth.
Skr smiled. There was something in it that toyed with him, something that mocked him, and something else underneath it that refused to show itself clearly.
"Josephine? She''s my senior sister, so of course she''s with me. What, you want to see her? You want her to stab you a few more times with that fire sword?"
Jared''s fist tightened until the knuckles turned white. His nails sank deep into his palm, and blood slipped through his fingers and dripped down.
"What did you do to Josephine? Why doesn''t she remember me?"
Skr tilted his head. His tone stayed light, but a chill shed through his eyes. "I didn''t do anything. She just... finally woke up. She stopped letting a mortal insect like you cloud her mind, and she found her real self again. You should be happy for her. After all, she finally got rid of dead weight like you."
The gold around Jared churned harder, his golden draconic energy rolling off him like a mad dragon about to tear free.
"Skr, I don''t care what game you''re ying, but listen to me. I will help Josephine get her memories back. And everything you put on her, I''ll pay back a hundredfold!" Jared roared.
Skr shook his head and let out a sigh. He looked exactly like someone watching a child too stubborn to turn back, with pity in it and contempt right beside it.
"Jared, you''re still this naive. You think anything changes if she remembers you? You think those so-called feelings between you really matter that much?" He paused.
When he spoke again, his gaze had gone cold, like ice that had never once seen thaw.
"In front of absolute power, feelings are a joke. You can''t even beat me, so what are you going to use to protect her? What are you going to use to bring back her memories?"
Every word out of Skr''s mouthnded in Jared like another de driven in deeper.
Jared said nothing more.
He slowly raised his right hand and curled his five fingers in the air, as if closing
them around something that wasn''t there yet.
The Dragonyer Sword appeared out of nowhere.
Its de was ck as ink, threaded with fine golden dragon sigils that flowed across
the steel like living things, and a low sword-cry rolled off it.
That sword-cry carried the weight of the Draconians, the pride of the Dragon
Emperor, and a resolve that wouldn''t stop until one of them was dead.
The de gave a slight tremor, like it was answering its master''s fury.
"Then let me see what you''ve really got."
Before thest word fully left his mouth, he stepped forward.
It looked like an ordinary step.
But the instant his foot hit the ground, the earth for 100 yards around him blew apart with a thunderous st.
Broken rock shot into the air, then got shredded into dust a heartbeatter by the raging draconic energy.
Golden radiance exploded outward, like a second sun rising beneath Saintlight Peak, and the re was so sharp the disciples on the mountain shut their eyes on instinct.
A dragon''s roar shook the sky.
It wasn''t the low murmur of the phantom anymore.
This was a real dragon''s bellow.
The phantom of the Five-wed Golden Dragon burst out behind Jared. Its 100-yard golden body coiled in midair, its eyes zing, its draconic pressure rolling outward so h?rd even the Mountain Guarding Grand Array over all of Saintfight Peak started trembling violently.
Wrapped in towering sword intent, the Dragonyer Sword came down at Skr''s
head in one savage strike.
That one sword strike carried every bit of his power.
At that moment, the peak of High Immortal Realm Level Four erupted from himpletely, without holding back a single thing.
The de-re swelled into a hundred-yard streak of golden radiance, like a bolt of lightning crashing down from the sky.
It tore through the void as it fell, and wherever it passed, space itself split open into
a ck crack with a harsh, ripping scream.
A flicker of approval crossed Skr''s eyes.
Then it vanished under a heavier, sharper hunger for the fight.
He lifted a hand and threw a punch.
It looked casual.
But the instant his fist moved, heaven and earth changed color.
Demonic aura came rushing in from every direction.
It gathered in front of his fist and condensed into a massive ck vortex.
The vortex spun faster and faster, tighter and harder, until the air around it, the light
around it, even the sound around it all got swallowed in.
What it left behind was dead ck silence.
Then the astral fist burst out of the center of the vortex, ck as ink.
Boom!
Fist and sword crashed together, and the impact detonated with a sound that shook
the sky.
By that point, "loud" wasn''t enough to describe it.
Everything within a hundred miles lost sound in that instant.
Not because there was no sound, but because it was too huge, too far past what
any ear could take.
Everyone''s ears were left with nothing but a nk, endless ringing.
Even their thoughts stalled for a beat.
A terrifying shockwave exploded out from the point of impact and swept across the
The ground looked like it had been
ripped open by a giant plow. Dirt,
broken stone and vegetation all got
hurted
to the air, then shredded
apart inside the violent energy.
The Mountain-Guarding Grand Array around Saintlight Peak shuddered under the
force of the shockwave.
Ripples spread across the golden barrier like boulders had been thrown into the
Jared was driven back three steps.
Each step stamped a footprint more than a foot deep into the ground. At the edges, the dirt had been, scorched ck by the heat, and thin streams of smoke curled up from it.
Skr didn''t move an inch.
But at the cuff of his sleeve, the sword aura had torn a clean slit through the fabric.
A light breeze passed over him.
The ripped piece of cloth stirred softly, exposing the lean wrist underneath, tight and
packed with strength.
He lowered his eyes and nced at it.
Then the corner of his mouth lifted.
That smile carried surprise.
It carried approval too.
And under both of them, there was something else that had not shown itself in a
long time.
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