Chapter 982 Duel Invitation

• "Caelun!" Selene cried, the title escaping her in a rasp that tasted of iron.
• Dark blood splattered across her pale chin as she staggered, yet she forced her battered body to Caelun's side. Knees buckling, she gathered what remained of his frame into trembling arms, staring at the once-majestic swordsman whose spine now bent at a hideous angle. Something inside her chest felt as though it, too, had snapped.
• This was the prodigy who had once frightened emperors. A fifth-class cultivator who had marched across the path to immortality itself. Even during those celestial trials, he had never suffered wounds so ruinous.