Chapter 809 Clash of the Sanctus

• Up ahead, Sebastian and Cedric saw two strikingly handsome young men locked in combat. Despite the intensity of the battle, both moved with a kind of effortless grace—elegant, fluid, almost theatrical. But every move they made was lethal. Even seasoned veterans wouldn't dare take those attacks head-on.
• "They're both Sanctus ... from Whitecrest Sanctum and the Doyles," Cedric said, his expression turning grim. The fact that they're this powerful terrified him.
• Sebastian was stunned too. He'd known that the ancient factions only selected young elites to become their Sanctus, but he hadn't expected them to be this overwhelming. Judging by their strength, both had probably passed the Fourth or even Fifth Trial of Transcendence. They weren't just strong among their peers; at this level, they could likely wipe the floor with older warriors of the same realm.