Chapter 18: We Saw Jerry Showyer's Body on the Way Here

The Misty Stairway felt like a blade pressed to the throat. The air was tight, suffocating, and every gaze on the peak carried a stunned, helpless weight. Several sect elders standing at the summit had broken into cold sweat. What shook them was not only Benson Santee's outrageous strength, but the clean, ruthless way he wielded it. Too vicious. One slash had severed Steven Thubron's arm. A second and third had crushed him to the ground. Before that moment, no one had believed the situation could...