“…You couldn’t get near him. You’re telling me, that none of you were even able to get close to him despite being extremely powerful fighters who can individually shake the world? Do you think I’m that daft?!” growled the infuriated Jaxen as he raised his palm and mobilized his essential qi, fully ready to kill!

“Wait, Patriarch!” exclaimed an old man—who had silently been sitting at the side this entire time—out of the blue.

Watching as Jaxen then turned to face him with a raised brow, the elder stroked his beard before adding, “After careful examination of Ian’s injuries, he seems to have been killed by an extremely strong aurablade. While it isn’t uncommon for people to learn how to form them, it’s extremely rare for someone to be able to advance to this level!”

“I agree! With that said, they’re most probably telling the truth about Gerald’s ability being beyond regular cultivators!” declared another elder.

“…Then what should we do? I can’t just let things slide when Ian was