Uzair reacted frantically and cocooned himself with the Demonblood Gourd’s malevolent energy. At the


    same time, the Thunderbolt Pool above swirled with renewed power, unleashing a torrent of snaking


    electricity that coalesced into a crackling shield of lightning. Before those defenses could fully take


    shape, Severin’s sword energy sliced through the air and cleaved through everything in its path.


    The lightning shield held on for only a few seconds before shattering into billions of light fragments. The


    Sky–Soil Heptagold Sword Energy, further infused with the remnants of chaotic swordwill, continued its


    trajectory forward.


    Uzair panicked when he realized that his first line of defense had crumbled. He roared, channeling his


    spiritual power to spur the Demonblood Gourd into spewing forth another torrent of malevolent energy,


    hoping desperately that it would be enough to curb the sword light.


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    Severin, however, viewed it as a futile gesture. The sword’s energy was to the malevolent energy that a


    hot knife was to butter. It cleaved through the Demonblood Gourd’s energy with ease, shattering its


    malevolent aura in an instant.


    Upon witnessing the copse of his defenses, terror washed over Uzair’s face as he attempted one


    final, futile attempt to dodge. The sword light was fast advancing, and he could already feel his hair


    stand on end.


    In the blink of an eye, the shockwave from the impact sent Uzair flying. By the time he finallynded, a


    gush of blood erupted from his mouth as his hands trembled uncontrobly.


    He had given it his all to resist the attack and used the Thunderbolt Pool to withstand the blow.


    Unfortunately, his efforts were useless as the chaotic swordwill within the sword energy showed no


    signs of abating. Grievous wounds were inflicted, and his spiritual energy dwindled significantly.


    Uzair’s body was broken and bloodied. Wounds marred his flesh, and he was trembling uncontrobly


    as the swordwill’s remnants continued to sting him. Panic had overwhelmed him, and he finally


    understood just how frightening Severin’s true power was.


    “I concede. You’re a true prodigy, Severin. The legacy is yours for the taking,” Uzair rasped in a


    shocked and fearful voice. He had such a close encounter with death that the thought of facing


    Severin’s de again filled him with dread.


    He no longer wished to deal with Severin and was proposing a solution that might appease Severin.


    However, Severin merely smiled when he saw that. He held the upper hand, and Uzair was a defeated


    foe. Even if thetter joined forces with Sian, they would be no match for him. Asking to be spared


    when victory was within Severin’s grasp was sheer naivety on Uzair’s part.


    “Toote,” Severin sneered.


    Severin’s curt refusal caused Uzair to feel a surge of helplessness along with the most primal sense of


    fear. He leaped into the air hesitation and attempted to flee toward the pce exit.


    s, Severin was not about to allow him to escape. With a flick of his wrist, the Scarletsky Sword


    unleashed another wave of energy that chased after Uzair’s fleeing figure. The golden light ripped


    through the air, striking Uzair once more. His already battered body weakened even further as the


    swordwill further destroy his spirit. His attainment level had dipped from level nine supreme saint to


    level eight, showing no signs of stopping. At that moment, Uzair was in full–on panic mode as the


    threat of death loomed ever closer.


    “I’m a prodigy of the Deifirm Sect! You can’t kill me!” Terror filled Uzair’s screams as he fled and


    pleaded desperately to remain alive.