“Mr. Chance, kill him and end the Crescent Sect. I don't have any regrets about dying!” Shane uttered determinedly.
“Did you hear that?” Jared smiled. “He has no qualms dying.”
“Ahh!” Elijah let out a crazed shriek. Immediately, he raised his foot, prepared to deliver the final blow that would end Shane's life.
Bang'.
Before Elijah could stomp down, Jared darted forward and slammed a hand into the former's chest. In an instant, Elijah’s entire body was thrown backward before he collided against the statue, turning it into smithereens.
Shane closed his eyes, ready to face his impending death. But for the longest time, nothing hit him. Hesitantly, Shane opened his eyes, only to realize that Elijah had vanished. Instead, Jared now occupied the space where the elder once stood.
“Can you still stand? If you can, stop playing dead,” Jared said as he glanced at Shane.
Gritting his teeth, Shane fought against the pain as he struggled to his feet. I can still move despite my broken ribs.
Similarly, Elijah pushed himself to his feet from the wreckage. His face had turned deathly pale, and crimson blood spilled out of his mouth.
The corners of Jared's lips upturned into a cold smile. “It's time to send you on your way. No matter how good your divination is, you failed to predict your death today.”
Thump! Elijah fell to his knees in front of Jared.
“Please don't kill me! Fabian implanted the parasite in me, leaving me with no choice but to obey his orders. Please spare my life. I can help you infiltrate the Crescent Sect if you do so. I know how to avoid and disable its traps,” Elijah begged fervently as he groveled at Jared's feet.
“How could those flimsy traps stop me? You are of no use to me,” Jared replied as he raised his fist, prepared to deliver the killing blow.
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