Fontane had remained in seclusion for solitary training, striving to ascend to the Fourth Heaven and attain the Earthly Immortal Realm.
Fontane’s eyes blazed like torches as surveyed the shattered courtyard, then settled on the pallid Drake.
“Why summon me? Do you not know I am in seclusion?” His voice was icy, and every disciple present trembled.
“Mr. Fontane, I had no choice. Our current sect leader has been killed, and the enemy stands at our gate… We cannot hold back,” Drake answered helplessly.
“You mean him?” Fontane’s gaze skewered Jared.
Drake gave a single, silent nod.
Fontane let his eyes rest on Jared, annoyance flickering in their depths. “Who are you, and why have you attacked Destiny Sect?”
Confident in the might of his Wandering Immortal Realm Top Level Nine cultivation, Fontane dismissed whatevertrlcks Jared might have displayed.
Jared lifted his head, met Fontane’s stare, and enunciated each word, “I told you… I’m here to exterminate your sect.”
“Insolence!”
No Destiny Sect clan leader had ever suffered such provocation. Fury inflamed Fontane, with a sweep of his right hand, a radiant longsword appeared-the sect‘s treasure, the Destiny Divine Sword.
“Today, you will learn that the dignity of a Top Level Wandering Immortal is not to be violated!”
Finishing the declaration, Fontane slashed. Heaven and earth dimmed as countless sword energy rays fused into a colossal golden dragon that roared toward Jared.
That single stroke embodied the sum of Fontane’s lifelong cultivation, its power capable of sundering mountains and seas-ordinary Level Six or Seven Wandering Immortals would be unable even to approach its edge.
Flaxseed and the others blanched at the sight and instinctively started forward to lend a hand, yet a single warning glance from Jared froze them on the spot.
Jared understood perfectly well that, even if Flaxseed and the rest joined the fray, they would be of no real help and would only force to divide his attention. After all, it was merely an opponent at the Wandering Immortal Realm Top Level Nine, hardly enough to warrant the slightest concern from him.
Besides, ever since had practiced the Barbarian Body-Refinement Manual, his physical body had grown several times tougher, and his overall strength had soared in tandem.
Standing his ground, Jared let golden radiance pour from every pore, the Golem Body ran at full capacity, and coupled with the new resilience of his flesh, his body in that moment was no different from a divine weapon.
He did not bother drawing a weapon-he simply stretched out his right hand, fingers splayed, and clawed straight toward that colossal golden dragon.
If I‘m going to make a statement, I certainly can’t rely on a weapon… Otherwise, the effect of showing off would be ruined!
An utterly unbelievable scene unfolded before their eyes.
Jared’s palm slid through the golden dragon’s torso like a hot knife through butter; his five fingers closed directly around the blade of the Destiny Divine Sword.
“How is that possible?” Fontane stared, jaw slack, his face the very picture of shock.
The Destiny Divine Sword was an innate spiritual sword, famed for cutting through anything, when had anyone ever seized it bare-handed?
Yet the other man’s palm remained completely unscathed, not so much as a single scratch marring the skin.
What frightened even more was that the instant Jared’s fingers clamped around the sword, an overwhelming, irresistible power surged up the weapon’s length, numbing Fontane’s arm and sending his vital energy into violent turmoil.
Pfft!
Fontane coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.
The Destiny Divine Sword trembled madly in Jared’s grasp, emitting a resentful hum, as though it wished to wrench itself free of Fontane’s control.
“W-What kind of power is this?” Fontane’s face turned as white as paper, the look cast at Jared brimmed with undisguised terror. At last, realized that the seemingly young cultivator before was far more terrifying than had ever imagined.
Jared could not be bothered to waste words, with a sudden twist of his wrist-
Crack!
A hairline fracture spread across the Destiny Divine Sword.
“No! My Destiny Divine Sword!” Fontane let out a shrill scream, for that blade was the very foundation of Destiny Sect.
At that precise instant, Jared stopped suppressing his aura, the Power of Dragons erupted from deep within, and behind the shimmering figure of a golden dragon slowly took shape.
The moment the dragon appeared, all of Destiny Peak began to shake violently.
“Why don’t you take a look at my golden dragon?” Jared said with a faint, almost casual smile.
