The Man's Decree

The ten lights shattered Phaethon's barrier like glass. Each of the lights sliced his body mercilessly. In the end, Phaethon's body was chopped into large chunks of meat. Even his primordial spirit was diced.

Everyone was shocked. For a moment, the only sound anyone could hear was the noise of Phaethon's chunky flesh dropping onto the ground.

With that, Jared had fulfilled his promise of returning the favor by ten times. The might he displayed shocked everyone, especially his mastery of Thunder Palm and Nine Shadows. He had learned many things from the elder of the Archaic Body cultivators.

"Let's go, Mr. Chance," said Yuven, stepping forward. "I can't return yet. Since the Five Slayers split up, I'm afraid the other wandering cultivators may be in danger." Jared furrowed his brows.

"It's just a bunch of wandering cultivators. Why do you care about them? People are killed every day in the Ethereal Realm. You can't save everyone, Mr. Chance," advised Yuven.

Slayers are doing it." Murderous intent flooded Jared's eyes. He still held a grudge against the Five

he pleases. I'll just follow him and lend him a hand when

toward another location in the far north. As he did, he activated his spiritual sense. At that moment, he was like a moving

charged toward the southwest. When Yuven and the others saw that, they quickly followed Jared, As Jared's group approached their destination, they could

hadn't been in the mood for a cat-and-mouse

you see." Woodley smirked. However, the remaining wandering cultivators were covered in

you're going to kill me. I can't move anymore." Beau lay on the ground,

escape anymore. "I can't run anymore, too..."

the wandering cultivators had given up, Woodley waved his hand, and