Thorley’s eyes widened in disbelief as stared at Jared. “You… You’re from the Ethereal Realm?”
“Yep,” Jared replied with a casual nod.
Thorley’s expression darkened. He had clearly heard stories from his father.
Surprisingly, swallowed his pride and said, “You can go. I’ll pretend I never saw you…”
But Jared didn’t move. “Actually, I’ve changed my mind. I don’t feel like leaving just yet.”
Thorley stiffened. “What… What do you want?”
“There are too many fortresses in Winged Tiger City,” Jared said coolly. “Even if we slip past this one, we’ll run into trouble trying to leave the region. So, I want you to escort us out of the city. Personally…”
“Hmph, don’t even think about it…” Thorley snapped. Then, to everyone’s surprise, turned and bolted.
“Running?” Jared sneered.
With a flick of his wrist, a beam of golden light shot forward like lightning.
It was the Immortal’s Pointer. Now that Jared had stepped into the Wandering Immortal Realm and his body surged with celestial energy, wielding the Immortal’s Pointer had become second nature.
A blood-curdling scream tore through the air as Thorley was struck. He dropped from the sky like a stone, slamming into the ground with a thunderous crash.
D*mn it!
Thorley growled through clenched teeth, struggling to go head-to-head with Jared. But to his shock, his body felt as if it were bound by invisible chains-immobile, unresponsive.
He hadn’t realized that Jared’s seemingly casual gesture had in fact been an immortal technique, infused with the profound principles of time itself.
Swoosh!
Unable to break free, Thorley was forced to summon the Power of Immortals within him. But instead of unleashing it, something went horribly wrong. The energy backfired, trapped within his own body. And then, it exploded.
Thorley’s face was deathly pale as coughed up mouthfuls of fresh blood. His body trembled uncontrollably, had lost all control, even soiling himself in front of everyone.
His eyes widened in horror as stared at Jared, the fear etched deep into his expression.
“Ugh, that smell…” Madman grlmaced and quickly covered his nose.
Even the soldiers beside Thorley instinctively took a few subtle steps back, their expressions shifting with discomfort. The stench was unbearable.
In that moment, Thorley felt utterly humiliated. He was the son of the overlord of the Celestial Palace’s Eighth Hall, and now reduced to this pathetic state.
“What are you all standing around for? Attack them! Kill them!” roared, his voice cracking with rage and desperation.
Several soldiers exchanged tense glances. Then, gritting their teeth, they charged at Jared and his group.
Jared didn’t even spare them a glance, his focus was fixed on Thorley as strode forward with calm determination.
Madman and Eason moved in tandem, intercepting the attacking soldiers.
As Jared approached, Thorley cowered beneath his gaze. The arrogance from before had vanished. His face now twisted with fear.
“It reeks… You should really take a bath,” Jared said flatly.
With a casual wave of his hand, a surge of force blasted Thorley off the ground, hurling into a nearby pond with a loud splash.
Jared waved his hand in the air, manipulating Thorley’s soaked form as floundered helplessly, dragged back and forth like a puppet on strings.
By the time Jared finally pulled from the water, Thorley was soaked to the bone like a drowned rat. It was a sight both comical and pathetic.
“Who dares act so brazenly?” Just as Thorley teetered on the edge of despair, a squad of a dozen soldiers charged over, weapons drawn.
“Help! Save me!” Thorley shouted.
The soldiers halted, and upon recognizing him, their faces turned pale with alarm. “You there! Release Lord Thorley at once!”
Jared spared them a glance. None of them had reached the Wandering Immortal Realm. To him, they were less than ants.
“Take a good look. Do you really think they can save you?” Jared said coldly.
Without another word, raised his fist. “Sacred Light Fist!”
A colossal fist crashed down from the heavens, completely engulfing the approaching soldiers.
