Chapter 841 Formation Prodigy

• "Gareth's warning came a beat too late. Jaziel had already set one foot across the invisible threshold, and a storm of razor-bright sword intention screamed out from every angle, converging on him like a hail of living blades.
• The pressure was so fierce that Gareth and the other disciples stumbled backward, chests tight, hearts pounding.
• But the instant the silver glare kissed Jaziel's robe, he raised an open palm. Light shattered against that effortless gesture, and he eased one pace back, slipping outside the reach of the formation."