Chapter 916 I Fear Not The Celestial Tribe

• The sudden violence froze the hall. Every onlooker sucked in a silent breath, disbelief rippling through the crowd like wind across wheat.
• At the epicenter stood Cyril; his heart hammered against his ribs, an ice-cold dread flooding his veins as Finneas' golden onslaught raced toward him.
• Before the Immortal Spirit Flame, he might have parried such power. Now, after Finneas' refinement in immortal fire, Cyril knew the younger man stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Category Three powerhouses.