The Fifth Level Tribulator thought that made sense. He frowned slightly, asking, “You’re Jared, the one targeted by the Demon Seal Alliance?”

“Yes, that’s me. If you end my life, you’ll be rewarded with a century’s worth of offerings from the Demon Seal Alliance.” Surprisingly, Jared affirmed without a moment’s hesitation.

This bold admission left everyone present perplexed. They couldn’t fathom why Jared would be bold enough to openly confess.

Does he not know that by admitting it, he’s essentially dead meat?

As a mere Third Level Tribulator among many formidable cultivators, his audacity seemed reckless.

“Very well, since you’ve admitted it, you’ve left me no choice,” the Fifth Level Tribulator declared coldly. “I’d rather eliminate the wrong person than let this golden opportunity slip through my fingers!”

With resolve in his eyes, he wasted no time in taking action against Jared.

With a swift motion, he aimed his palm at Jared, believing that the vast gap in their levels would ensure Jared’s swift demise.

as he launched his attack, Jared reacted with lightning speed. Meeting the strike head-on, Jared’s palm shot out, delivering a devastating blow before

Thwack!

impact, the Fifth Level Tribulator was propelled backward, hurtling through the air until he crashed heavily onto the ground

he spat out a

his soul attempted to flee

Jared’s finger, a sinister blaze of demonic fire erupted,

as the flames devoured the remnants, leaving

end, but even his soul was consumed by the relentless inferno, extinguishing any hope of

the airship stood

such a scene: a mere Third Level Tribulator effortlessly killing a formidable Fifth Level adversary

That’s just ridiculous!

and cold. “If any of you still desire to claim the Demon Seal Alliance’s bounty, make your move now,” he declared, his voice cutting through the tense silence like

stern stare, many of

Alliance had set such a generous reward for

had managed to intimidate the cultivators into submission, Jared made

that he couldn’t evade the confrontation any longer, these people had come seeking him, and he was prepared to confront them

were probably no

worn thin. His voice carried a chilling edge as he said to Dillon, “Hand him over, or

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