Chapter 5453 Too Naive
- Before long, their figures melted into the wavering heat of the plain. Behind them, Celestia City remained—one vast shadow where banners of Demonic Cultivators snapped and stray combatants still clashed among toppled spires.
- Deep inside the royal palace, Jared stood alone. Dragonslayer Sword gleamed in his grip, each sweeping arc wide enough to shear pillars. The blade's original tyranny now mingled with a new, sinister elegance born of demon blood.
- Every strike cracked the marble floors and split the air itself. One heartbeat, the sword churned like a hurricane, the next it vanished, reappearing from an impossible angle that denied any defense.