Light rippled ahead of the fleeing elders. Zevon materialized out of that shimmer, calm as dusk, blocking the narrow gorge they had hoped to escape through.
Terror froze the group. One elder—voice shaking—managed, "S-sir, w-we only followed orders. Please, spare us."
Zevon's eyes hardened to ice. "Did you ever spare a soul when it was your turn to strike? Today, you pay the price for every drop of blood you spilled."
As soon as Zevon finished his sentence, his hands blurred through a storm of hand seals. Spears of condensed spiritual power erupted around him and shot forward at the elders of Malevolent Path Hall like a hail of midnight arrows.
The elders threw up frantic defensive cultivation technique—glimmering shields, runic walls—but Zevon's force ripped through their defenses as if through rice paper, leaving nothing but splintered light in its wake.
"Ahh!"
Screams sliced the wind. Bodies ruptured under the impact, dissolving into crimson mist that drifted away on a cold breeze—erased as though they had never existed.
Duty finished, Zevon flickered back to Jared and Sylvia's side, the battlefield's silence collapsing in behind him.
Awe shone in Jared's eyes. "Mr. Swanson, that was astounding. Thank you for wiping out those monsters."
Zevon allowed himself a small smile. "Think nothing of it. A simple chore. Still, Winston slipped away. He may trouble us again."
Jared's expression steadied into quiet resolve. "Once we uncover the Heaven Gate Sect's ruins, my strength will soar. If Winston dares return to trouble us, I'll finish him off with one sword strike."
Jared felt a quiet, almost electric certainty rise in his chest. If he could just locate the entrance to Heaven Gate Sect's ruins hidden somewhere deep within Heaven Gate Mountain, then Winston—no matter how terrifying the rumors that clung to that name—would no longer be a threat. The thought steadied his breathing and sharpened his gaze, as though the mountain itself had become a compass guiding him toward salvation.
"You intend to head for Heaven Gate Sect's ruins?" Zevon asked, his voice low and measured, like a testing blade sliding from its sheath.
"We do." Sylvia dipped her chin once, the pale lantern-light glinting across her dark eyes. "We have already found the gateway that leads inside."
Zevon's brow pinched, the faintest crease between his eyes betraying an unspoken worry. A sentence flickered on his lips, then died unvoiced.
Not missing the hesitation, Jared stepped forward. "Mr. Swanson, is something bothering you?"


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