Salvation

Pan Ying preheating, Blood Wrist charging!

Ever since Minkler had started hamming it up, Ji Jue had already rolled up his sleeves and prepared for a fight.

Twofold, fourfold, eightfold, sixteenfold... First, a simple two hundred and fifty-sixfold boost, then—blade up, blade down. Blade up, blade down. Blade up, blade down.

A simple, straightforward, dull repetition. Whoever he caught got a slap.

No fear of knowing a thousand moves, only fear of mastering one. Against most opponents, Ji Jue did not even need any technique.

Pan Ying opened the can, Scene Tremor wrapped things up; at most, he added Zhanlu to break down their defenses and suppress their health.

The moment Saino had tried to flee, Ji Jue had struck without hesitation. From back to front, he spared no one. After taking down all sixteen attendants Saino had brought, he simply waited for Saino to teleport onto his sword.

In less than two seconds, after the bloody gale swept past, the stands had been dyed scarlet.

The Artisan, who had seemed like a tourist moments ago, suddenly erupted into action. Like the Horde itself, he slaughtered everyone before their very eyes with an efficiency even more absurd than the Horde's, killing from beginning to end.

The sound of shattering rang without pause. Pan Ying effortlessly pierced layer after layer of defenses and hovered before Saino's eyes, close at hand—only to stop abruptly.

Because Saino had already dropped to his knees, without hesitation!

A purely instinctive reaction.

He had knelt!

The instant he tried to resist, an invisible Spirit Essence Hand manifested out of thin air from within his body and gently grasped Saino's heart. Beneath the Artisan's half-smiling gaze, the Formless Hand gave it an eager, gentle squeeze.

Scene Tremor stood ready to strike.

Only then did the others, still