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.”

face flushed with rage as he berated

latter remained silent, his expression grave as

signs of Berthold being overpowered, he wouldn’t hesitate to toss the Divine Flame Seal over

Seal had already accepted its master. Since Berthold shared the same bloodline with Harlan, there was absolutely no issue with the

ghost. Just the thought

casually drew out his Dragonslayer

can keep up this stubborn

of dark energy,

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

stood several tens of feet tall, appeared like a mountain in

entire group of black mist consisted of

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

launched his attack, an

superiority over his enemies, yet he was strategic in his

brilliant light as an enchanting

“Sword technique: Nine Shadows.”

gleamed, accompanied by a swift swing of

Whoosh!

a burst of white light flashed on either side of

a total of six Jareds, each wielding the

the same

the giant

seeing six identical Jared appear out of nowhere, everyone was