Kent placed the sword down with care, as if placing a sleeping child to bed.
Kent stood slowly, dusting his robes, and walked toward the edge of the cave mouth. His eyes scanned the horizon, where distant lights flickered from the Immortal Pool Sect. A breeze tugged at his hair.
"Lee…"
He wasn't just a peak Earth Immortal Magus.
He was the son of the Pool Master. Raised with divine elixirs. Trained in thousand-fold gravity fields. Bathed in soul energy every full moon. Wielding artifacts from realms that Kent could barely pronounce.
A direct-path to fight him meant one thing—annihilation.
Kent looked down at his own hands—rough, calloused, powerful—but unrefined. Then he summoned the Storm God's Throne, the symbol of his chaotic domain. It appeared in the cave, elegant and jagged, its back carved in thunder glyphs, its base floating on a spark of heaven's will.
He didn't sit.
He just stared at it.
"Even you… can't stop his peak spells."
