The Man's Decree

Everyone was stunned, not understanding what had just happened. Even Dimas looked bewildered, his eyes filled with disbelief.

At this moment, Dimas felt a numbness in his arm. He didn’t manage to injure Jared. Instead, his own arm seemed to be slightly sore from the impact. However, under the scrutinizing gazes of the surrounding people, Dimas couldn’t afford to lose face.

“Kid, hand over the item. I only used thirty percent of my strength this time. If you don’t give it up, you won’t be so lucky next time.”

Dimas deliberately claimed to have used only thirty percent of his strength. This clarification helped others understand why a Fourth Level Tribulator cultivator couldn’t overpower a First Level Tribulator cultivator.

It was because he hadn’t used his full strength. As Dimas was about to retract his hand, Jared grabbed his wrist firmly.

“You think you can just attack me and run away? That’s not how it works.”

As Jared spoke, he suddenly exerted force, breaking Dimas’ wrist with a twist.

screamed in pain, staggering

“Dimas!”

from Bloodroot Peak who had

at the broken wrist in shock, Dimas felt a stab of anger. “How dare you ambush me and break my arm? I swear I’ll tear you into pieces. Kill him!” Dimas roared, instructing the disciples from Bloodroot Peak

Peak immediately prepared to attack Jared.

disregard the rules and attempt to

a robe suddenly approached them. He was an elder of Creston Sect, in charge of maintaining

the victim and exclaimed, “Mr. Lunawick, this man broke my arm. You need

glance at Dimas arm and frowned immediately. He turned to Jared and demanded,

attacked me

first?” Proclus looked

shook his

and you are only a First Level Tribulator cultivator. With

Jared’s words