"Aghhh!" Zareth screamed out in agony as the severed part of his wing fell, blood turning the golden surface of the roof crimson.
Without wasting a second, Maximilian thrust his sword forward, its tip coming for the centre of Zareth's upper back, right where his heart should be.
Bam!
A giant punch, as tall as Maximilian himself, landed across his body, sending him flying. His body shot through the air, breaking the sound barrier. He crashed into the city below, slamming through the walls of multiple buildings and skidding across the ground before finally coming to a stop.
"Th-that brat really had a card up his sleeve," Magnus muttered, standing beside Zareth on the roof, his retreating arm shrinking to its original size.
The other ancestors also reached the roof, surrounding Zareth.
"He could use both the Dao of Space and Sword Intent," Nivaraeth gasped, his old eyes widening more than they had in centuries. "Is he really Maximilian?"
