The Man's Decree

Although the black tortoiseshell could only withstand one hit before it was ruined, that single instance was enough to save their lives.

At that moment, the holy maidens looked toward Jared, their gazes filled with admiration.

Although Jared was only a Third Level Tribulator, he was an array master. In Ethereal Realm, array masters and alchemists were both highly respected.

The fact that Jared was an array master meant that his cultivation level wasn’t particularly high. After all, he had devoted most of his energy to mastering arcane arrays.

Bianca stepped forward, respectfully saying, “Many thanks, Mr. Chance. We will be following Ms. Nieva’s orders and ensure your safety throughout the journey.”

After they had received such valuable gifts, it would have been rude for them to go against Jared.

Listening to Bianca’s words, Jared simply responded with a faint smile. “Just focus on keeping yourselves safe. If possible, I’ll do my best to bring you all back.”

Jared’s words instantly caused Bianca’s grateful expression to darken.

The other holy maidens were also glaring at Jared, clearly dissatisfied with his comment.

“So, are you saying that you’re stronger than all ten of us combined?” Bianca asked Jared.

Chance, you wouldn’t be able to

speaking, she

the holy maidens were discontent, no one

merely chuckled without uttering a

the ten holy maidens descended the mountain together, heading toward Southedge City for a

know whether they would return alive from their journey to the polar

to rest in his room. He had spent the entire night engraving array runes,

to recover and be in

filled the room, while the sky had

moonlight, making the outside appear as if

room, feeling the gusts of cold wind sweeping over him, a

such a harsh environment, an ordinary person would probably struggle to last a day. But for cultivators like Jared, the severe cold was nothing

settling himself atop the

a figure gracefully practicing

Nieva herself, training with a longsword in

spilled over her, illuminating the sheer fabric of her attire, a sight that left

she knew who it was, so she

only felt a warmth in his nose, followed by a few drops

evil, hear no

turned around, reciting

swear she is trying to