He Would Surely Die.

Jonathan cast a sideways glance at the top of the Sage's Palace. There, Jason, dressed in a robe, stood with his hands behind his back, stepping forward. With each step, the space beneath his feet trembled, and his aura grew stronger.

He only took ten steps, yet the space within nearly ten thousand meters seemed to be entirely under his control. His imposing presence was clearly far above that of the four sect leaders who had reached the Eighth Transformation of the Divine Grade Nascent Soul.

The...