Chapter 813 Witness My Dragon

• Fynn kept his gaze nailed to Jaziel, yet inside his chest, a hurricane raged. Moments earlier, the younger man's palm had spun, condensing raw power into a radiant longsword whose silver glare scorched the dim cell. Veins of sword intent spilled from him like invisible blades searching for exposed throats.
• "Kid, I never imagined someone your age could already stand at the apex of Near-Divine Level. Impressive, truly. But fate dealt you the wrong card. I am Fynn Warner—ranked nineteenth on the Heavenly Rankings, strong enough to crush almost every cultivator at this realm. Today, your story ends."
• Before the final word faded, Fynn lunged, driving his sword straight for Jaziel's heart. The blade screamed through the air—pure annihilation wrapped in speed too savage for mortal sight.