The Man's Decree

All onlookers were left in sheer astonishment at the sight of the Golden Dragon revolving above Jared’s head. Jared, a Body Fusion Realm cultivator, had given them more shocks than they could handle.

In the presence of the Golden Dragon, even the eighty-one ferocious tigers began to shudder fearfully. That was a result of bloodline súperiority. Those ancient beasts knew all too well the might of the Golden Dragon race.

The Golden Dragon was considered the apex of Draconians, while tigers were merely kings among beasts. The distinction in their status was stark in comparison. Watching the eighty-one tigers shivering, Bone Cliff felt his confidence waning as well.

He had never expected Jared to summon the Golden Dragon’s soul. That was simply unthinkable! Even after witnessing Bone Cliff’s pale expression and those tigers quivering, Jared didn’t stop.

As he swung the Dragonslayer Sword in his hand, the Golden Dragon roared and dashed toward the eighty-one tigers, rushing into their midst and effortlessly decimating the tigers: with its fangs and claws.

to their Apex Spear form after being slaughtered by the Golden Dragon. They dropped from

Bone Cliff had refined through thousands of years of hard work were now all obliterated. Without Apex Spear, Bone

tigers, the Golden Dragon let out a roar, soared into the sky, and integrated back

Cliff. Meanwhile, Bone Cliff, devoid of

fate and destiny. Still, how can I make peace with the thought of getting eliminated by a Body Fusion Realm cultivator like you? Even if I die, I

tinkling of bells reverberated, seemingly originating from beyond the skies yet simultaneously coming from the

stunned. When Bone Cliff parted his lips, chants resonated in the air. The earth shook, and waves

runes, approached Bone Cliff. Everything seemed ablaze as the Night Sea churned tumultuously, and a sea of

watching Bone Cliff perform the magecraft. As expected of an ancient cultivator. Even without a physical form, his mere soul remnant can still unleash such a