CHAPTER 3055 RUN
Phaethon scoffed, “You're delusional! Who do you think you are? Even if I stand here and let you punch me, you still won't be able to hurt me!”
Although he appeared unconcerned, he kept counterattacking and backing away.
He was baffled because even though Jared was at Fifth Level Body Fusion Realm, the aura he emitted was that at Ninth Level.
That abrupt shift caused Phaethon to lose his grasp on Jared's power level and become more cautious.
“You aren't as cocky as you appear to be. In fact, you seem rather cool-headed. Unfortunately for you, you're dead no matter how far you run. You shouldn't have injured Ms. Tall.” Murderous intent swirled in Jared's eyes.
He put away his Dragonslayer Sword and raised his hands. In an instant, his surroundings turned dark.
“Thunder Palm!” Jared roared. A dark cloud appeared above him before morphing into the shape of a palm.
Lightning crackled inside the palm.
Phaethon looked at the palm in the sky with a frown and sprinted away.
Unfortunately, when the Thunder Palm came down, it hit Phaethon directly.
Boom!
In a flash, an immense palm print appeared on the ground, and Phaethon was deeply buried under it. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
Thunder Palms continued to rain down from the sky and crash onto Phaethon.
In the end, Phaethon's body was buried over a dozen meters underground.
He felt as though all his bones were broken, and blood was spilling out of his mouth.
Fear crept into his eyes as he didn't expect Jared's Thunder Palm to be that powerful.
Phaethon crawled out of the pit with much effort.
Just as he returned to the surface, he saw Jared aiming Dragonslayer Sword at him.
Jared lifted his blade, closed his eyes, and unleashed an overwhelming aura.
Buzz!
A massive amount of spiritual energy poured out from his body and into his weapon, causing Dragonslayer Sword to tremble.
“Nine Shadows!” Jared roared, recalling how the elder of the Archaic Body cultivators had executed that technique with his body.
He wanted to try the technique for himself.
Soon, shadowy figures appeared behind Jared from the void.
They were warriors in robes and holding swords, just like Jared.
All seven of the shadowy figures were emitting the same amount of aura as Jared.
“Kill!” Jared roared, pointing Dragonslayer Sword at Phaethon.
The shadowy figures followed suit, pointing the tip of their blades at Phaethon.
Their combined aura was so overwhelming that Phaethon felt as if a tsunami was approaching.
“How is this possible? How?” His eyes were filled with fear and rage.
He felt his scalp tingle as a sense of danger overwhelmed him, but he couldn't muster the courage to fight back.
I need to run! If I don't, I'm definitely dead!
Under everyone's shocked gazes, Phaethon abandoned his pride and retreated.
He knew he couldn't withstand that attack. After all, if ten Thunder Palms were almost enough to kill him, that sword attack would most certainly end him.
Jared opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing across them.
Three lights exploded from Dragonslayer Sword.
Boom!
The swords in the shadowy figures' grips were already poised to fire. Together, they shot lights at Phaethon.
Ten lights sped across the void like comets and headed straight for Phaethon.
Seeing that he couldn't avoid the attack, Phaethon roared bitterly and conjured fire to form a shield around him.