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.”

with rage as he berated

his expression grave

wouldn’t hesitate to toss the Divine Flame Seal over

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

human nor ghost. Just the thought of fighting you

dismissive smirk, Jared casually

how long you can keep up this

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

had transformed into a giant

figure that stood several tens of feet tall,

as though the entire group of black mist consisted

was over thirty feet long. In an instant, it tore through the void, emitting a

his attack, an icy gaze flickered in Jared’s

enemies, yet he was strategic in his approach towards them. He never truly underestimated any of his

an enchanting aura of

“Sword technique: Nine Shadows.”

gleamed, accompanied by a swift swing

Whoosh!

either side of Jared, and identical replicas of himself

a total of six Jareds, each wielding

bore the same aura

swords simultaneously pointed at the giant beast

six identical Jared appear out of nowhere, everyone was left