The Man's Decree

Jared's eyes were bright as he looked at the Flamestone in Typhon's hands. If he were to get his hands on the Flamestone, he would certainly have more ease in understanding fire nascence.

"Hand that thing over and get lost, or I'll show you no mercy," Jared said to Typhon. Typhon froze, then snorted and said, "Are you talking to me? How dare a Fourth Level Body Fusion Realm cultivator like you speak to me in this manner? You must be sick of living!"

Right as Typhon said that, someone piped up, "Does that mean we can speak to you if we join in?"

Sunny, Konce, Lofton, and Cloud walked over to them. Together, there were three Eighth Level Body Fusion Realm cultivators and one Seventh Level Body Fusion Realm cultivator. On the other hand, Typhon was the only one of the Five Slayers present. The others had gone elsewhere.

If all the members of the Five Slayers had been present, Sunny and the others might not have spoken with such audacity. However, Typhon was the only one around, so there was no need for Jared's group to fear him.

Typhon looked at Sunny and the others then at Jared. His air of arrogance began to dissipate.

when the odds were against him. If a conflict were to erupt, he would be confronting a group of

show. Just remember, you'll be begging

Typhon tossed the Flamestone onto the

hold it, he turned to Jared and said, "Jared, this Flamestone will be immensely

up. Unlike Beau, Jared felt no heat on the stone's surface. After all, he had demonic fire in him. No matter how

far from them. Jared guessed that a cultivator had to have encountered trouble, but he had no

and the others combed through the desert, the vanished cultivators were conducting their search in a

environments. Some were in a forest, some by the ocean, and some on

the middle of the chaos, the elderly man was observing the void, which reflected the various locations where the cultivators had ended up. He could see the fight that broke out between the cultivators for the treasures they

was floating before the elderly man. Each time a cultivator perished, a beam of white light would enter the