The frost-iron broadsword cleaved through the icy mist, howling toward Kaelen’s forehead.
Senior Disciple Vayne poured every drop of his Golden Core Early Qi into the strike. The ten-fold Law Suppression of the Major Realm gap bore down like a falling mountain, threatening to crush Kaelen’s knees into the stone.
Kaelen didn’t bend.
Against the dense, immovable weight of his 241x Martial Combat burst, the Golden Core pressure was nothing more than a brisk autumn breeze.
Kaelen’s right palm thrust forward in a straight, simple line.
His Jade Meridian Peak aura condensed across his skin, glowing with a dull, heavy jade-iron sheen.
One strike, Kaelen thought. Then I am taking my nap.
His open palm met the descending edge of the broadsword.
