A Man Like None Other

“Mr. Cunningham!”

As Gael called out, Rohan instantly understood the implication. With a swift gesture of his hands, a massive arcane array gradually formed, enclosing Jared and Berthold within it.

At the same time, both Gael and Harlan acted simultaneously. A light curtain shot up into the sky, creating a barrier that isolated everyone else on the outside.

Even though their political views differed, none of them wished for the downfall of the Violet Flame Sect.

By isolating the rest like this, they could prevent the fight’s repercussions from harming the numerous disciples of the sect.

“Jared, I have no idea how you can have such guts to make audacious claims like these, but rest assured, I’ll show you just how powerful I can be!”

After Berthold finished speaking, an aura of darkness began to emerge from him. In an instant, the dark aura transformed into a longsword, which he then held in his hand.

At the same time, his face began to contort, a faintly discernible ghost mask surfacing over his features.

With this, there was no need for further words.

Even a fool could tell who was colluding with the Ghost Mask Sect.

The accusations Harlan had thrown at the elders were now falling apart on their own.

“Harlan, your son is actually a member of the Ghost Mark Sect, and yet you dare slander others! You really have no shame.”

rage as he berated

silent, his expression grave as

signs of Berthold being overpowered, he wouldn’t

Since Berthold shared the same bloodline with Harlan, there was absolutely no issue with the former using

neither human nor ghost. Just the

dismissive smirk, Jared casually drew out

see how long you can keep up this

Berthold released a surge of dark energy, causing their entire surroundings to be shrouded in

into a giant black beast. Wielding his longsword, he charged

feet tall, appeared

group of black mist

long. In an instant, it tore through the void, emitting a

attack, an icy gaze flickered in Jared’s

his enemies, yet he was strategic in his approach

as an enchanting aura of profound mystique emanated

“Sword technique: Nine Shadows.”

eyes gleamed, accompanied by a swift

Whoosh!

on either side of Jared, and identical replicas of himself appeared one

were now a total of six Jareds, each wielding

the same

at the giant beast that Berthold had

seeing six identical Jared appear out of nowhere, everyone was