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.

scattered and fled in panic but couldn’t escape the island. The tigers returned to their Apex Spear form after being slaughtered by the Golden

refined through thousands of years of hard work were now

Dragon let out a roar, soared into the

Cliff, devoid of his earlier arrogance, now looked

would fall at the hands of a mere whelp. Forget it. Perhaps this is my fate and destiny. Still, how can I make peace with the thought of getting eliminated by a Body

a sound akin to the tinkling of bells reverberated, seemingly originating from beyond the skies yet simultaneously

the air. The earth shook, and waves

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

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