The Man's Decree

At the bottom of the Holy Pond, Jared was surrounded by a radiant white light, resembling a sacred glow.

A surge of white aura emanated from Jared’s body as the lightning tribulation struck him, but it was immediately repelled by the white aura.

The Savior Stone’s essence, embodied in the aura, had been completely absorbed by Jared. As the aura continued to surge, the water in the Holy Pond appeared to boil, constantly churning and bubbling.

Suddenly, the water in the Holy Pond burst forth, transforming into jets of water shooting in all directions.

This unexpected turn of events caused everyone to retreat. Following the explosion, a figure emerged from the water, soaring out of the Holy Pond.

“Welcome home, Mr. Henningsen,” Russell quickly knelt down in reverence upon seeing the situation.

The rest of the Henningsen family followed suit, kneeling down one after another. Meanwhile, Tyler’s group was fixated on the figure that had emerged from the water.

It was only when the figure levitated in mid-air that Tyler and the others could clearly see his appearance.

Chance! It’s Mr. Chance!” Cloud

began to cheer, especially Catina,

that moment, Catina had already developed strong feelings for Jared.

Jared, suspended mid-air, radiating a white glow as if a deity had descended upon the

bolt of lightning tribulation struck

Savior Stone was indeed

a powerful aura emanated

the lightning tribulation. Russell of the Henningsen family was dumbfounded

of the Henningsen family

formidable lightning tribulation cloud had formed for a First Level Tribulator cultivator

faze Jared. It

by the thunderclouds earlier was already unbearable for many, let alone the thunderbolts

suspended in mid-air, unable to

the Henningsen family was in shock, Jared had

Second Level Tribulator cultivation level,

a cold gaze upon the Henningsen family members below him, his voice stern and furious. “Your family head has already been executed by me. Do you still dare to resist? Anyone who dares to resist will be shown

words struck the hearts of the Henningsen family

absolutely impossible,” Russell exclaimed in disbelief, shaking his head vigorously. “Mr. Henningsen is a Ninth Level Tribulator cultivator. How could you, a mere