Chapter 1606

The training ground fell silent, so quiet that the sound of blood dripping onto the ground was distinctly audible. The tip of Erwin's sword was just two centimeters from Nash's back but could not advance any further. Erwin looked down at the spearhead that had pierced his chest, his crimson eyes narrowing sharply. One more step and the spear in Nash's hand would impale his heart. To be precise, it was as if Erwin had pushed his heart toward the terrifying spear that was more dreadful than the Demon Spirit Blade. Shock, confusion, fear—various complex emotions flooded Erwin. Who was this person? Why was he so powerful? When Erwin was in his berserk state, his strength was comparable to the peak of the Profound Reality Realm. Even the sect elders and sect master would avoid his onslaught. How could this young man who was seemingly in his early 20s defeat him? "I told you, you’re too slow," Nash said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion. He then twisted the spear handle violently. Erw