There, two Upper Exalts from the Skeleton Warship were besieging a Western Mansion examiner.
The examiner was in a sorry state. His breathing was ragged, his movements sluggish, and several times he had narrowly escaped fatal blows. Exhaustion clung to him like a curse, and with each passing moment, his mistakes multiplied. His injuries deepened, and death loomed ever closer.
Ryan did not hesitate for even a heartbeat. His body shot forward.
In an instant, he arrived at the edge of the battle circle.
The two Upper Exalts sensed movement and turned in surprise. Seeing a young man in a candidate's uniform flying toward them, confusion flickered across their eyes. One of them was even about to peel off to deal with Ryan.
That was when the sword light erupted.
The Afterimage Sword flashed, a cold arc tearing through the air.
Ryan's strike was impossibly fast.
