The Man's Decree

Cameron leaped into the air and shot his hand out at Phaethon. That blow carried infinite power, for he intended to take the latter’s life.

The sudden attack took all the Five Slayers by surprise. Typhon was the first to react. He promptly shot his hand out and met Cameron’s blow.

Bang! As the two hands collided, a terrifying aura burst forth and swiftly spread in all directions. Like a sickle, it harvested the lives of the cultivators around them.

One could only imagine the force produced by two Ninth Level Body Fusion Realm cultivators at their peaks when they battled on that cramped altar. Jared, Sunny, and the others hastily released their spiritual energy and formed a shield to block off the terrifying force.

The other cultivators likewise used various methods to protect themselves. Unfortunately, some injured and dying cultivators had no ability to protect themselves. The aura swept over them. They were instantly crushed and turned into a pile of powder.

Several rays of white light again rose and shot up into the sky before disappearing into thin air. Jared had been keeping an eye on things, so he noticed that the capabilities of any cultivator who died would turn into a ray of white light before getting absorbed.

Following that exchange of blows, Cameron stumbled back two steps while Typhon went flying. Injured in the first place, Typhon was on the losing end to fight Cameron head-on.

“Typhon!”

up. “How audacious of you to attack someone from the Demon Seal Alliance, Cameron! You

Woodley geared up to make

from doing so. Then, he turned to Cameron with puzzlement and asked, “What’s the meaning of this, Mr. Nesser?

still got the nerve to ask me that? Ask your companions

fury blazing in his eyes. Shifting his gaze to Phaethon, Typhon questioned, “What did

That kid of the Nesser family dared to fight me for a mystical herb, so I burned him to death,” Phaethon answered nonchalantly.

still acting blithe despite killing his

you to pay for my son’s life

Cameron bellowed.

can calm down, Mr. Nesser,” Typhon urged. “Calm down? Could you calm down if

making a move, Mr. Nesser, do you think you and