The Man's Decree

“Where are you going in the middle of the night?” Heinrik’s voice rang out, stopping Jared and his companions as they were about to leave the Five Great Sects. Accompanied by his men, Heinrik seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

“We just remembered we have some urgent matters to take care of, so we thought it best to head back right away,” Jared replied, trying to sound casual and unconcerned.

Heinrik raised an eyebrow, his tone filled with skepticism. “Oh? I was worried that our hospitality here at the Five Great Sects wasn’t up to par, causing you to leave so abruptly in the middle of the night. But if you have urgent business, by all means, proceed.”

Heinrik’s quick agreement to let them go made Jared believe that Heinrik was still unaware of the Demon Seal Alliance’s Decree of Execution. With this assumption, Jared and his group made their way toward the exit.

However, as Jared approached Heinrik, he sensed something was wrong. Instinctively, he moved to the side, narrowly avoiding an unexpected punch from Heinrik.

Heinrik’s aura had suddenly become filled with murderous intent, almost catching Jared off guard. If it weren’t for this, Jared might not have been able to dodge the attack.

you to be so quick on your

Montane Daemon sprang into action, fiercely striking out at Heinrik. “Mr. Chance, you need

Igor joined the

behind, all of them charging towards the exit of the Five Great Sects. Escaping was their

the stronghold, they were

about Montane Daemon. His

wanted to kill him, but they had no interest

Celestial Darkmore Sect tried to block their escape. However, the fierce resistance from Montane Daemon, Igor, and

Sects’ territory, over a dozen figures suddenly blocked their path. Leading them was none other than Edward from

It won’t be that easy…” Edward declared, blocking Jared’s way with his

Think of the Demon Seal Alliance’s hundred- year offerings. Even if we split it between our two sects, it would be enough

with greed, revealed his intentions. It was clear he was after the century-long offerings

facing Edward, felt a heavy sense of

Eighth-Level Tribulator, backed by his sect disciples, was a formidable