But because of that, Xuan Ye was completely exposed, with his defenses down and no protection at all. He was entirely within Yue Chen's attack range.
But Xuan Ye didn't care.
He knew Yue Chen wouldn't strike.
Sure enough.
The shockwave kicked up by the sword sent Yue Chen staggering backward, her spiritual power churning inside her.
The magical light still shimmered in her palm, but she never let it fall.
Xuan Ye seized the opening. His figure flashed, becoming a blur as he instantly darted past her and charged straight into the depths of the Grieving Cave.
The path was open.
Even with no protection at all, he wasn't worried.
Yue Chen, however, was left staring in utter disbelief.
How was this possible?!
Xuan Ye's aura just now... had clearly been at the fifth rank! But a month or two ago, he'd only been at the fourth rank—he'd only just broken through to it.
And... he could defeat her at the fifth rank?
Yue Chen knew she hadn't held back.
Could Xuan Ye really be that much of a genius?
Looking back over the entire history of the Devil Race, Yue Chen could hardly think of anyone who could compare to the boy before her.
His astonishing rate of growth. His terrifying combat power.
Was this really... Young Master Xuan Ye, the one she was supposed to protect?
Alongside the pain and unease that welled up, a strange sense of pride rose in her...
Was this Xuan Ye's true potential?
"Why..."
Yue Chen stood rooted to the spot.
Suddenly, she thought of something and hurriedly turned, shouting after the retreating figure.
"Xuan Ye, the depths of the Grieving Cave are incredibly dangerous! Countless Devil Race explorers have died in there. You can't go!"
Xuan Ye didn't look back