The Man's Decree

Vermilion Demon Lord glanced down and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Indeed, it wasn’t a pretty sight!

Upon extending his hand, Vermilion Demon Lord effortlessly seized a disciple from the Ghost Mask Sect. With a casual tug, he stripped off the disciple’s clothing!

Upon witnessing this scene, the disciples from the Ghost Mask Sect and Maurice were all taken aback!

They were clueless about what Jared was planning to do. Why was he even taking off their clothes?

Everyone instinctively quickened their pace!

Jared slipped into the clothes, and with a casual smack, he sent that disciple of the Ghost Mask Sect off to meet Hades.

“Now it’s all set, I’m going to indulge myself.

After getting dressed, all they saw was Jared raising the Dragonslayer Sword once more. Then, the sword came crashing down.

Boom! Crash!

Centered around Jared, a massive rift abruptly appeared in the sky. Within this colossal fissure, numerous pitch-black vortexes emerged!

This single stroke of the sword astonishingly tore through the void, revealing a whole new world.

Billows of aura emerged from the dark vortex!

aura was entirely absorbed by the Dragonslayer

entire Divine Flame Mountain seemed as if it had plunged into an apocalyptic state. Even the nearby

the Ghost Mask Sect were dumbfounded. Even Maurice’s

such a powerful strike could have been

from another world emitted from

absorbed by the Dragonslayer Sword. Not all auras were

to inhale that kind of unsuitable aura for cultivation, not only would it be unbeneficial, but it could

fervently using his Dragonslayer Sword, absorbing the dull, grey

had absorbed

of light this time was unlike anything anyone had ever witnessed before. It was akin to a lifeless death energy which had never existed in the Ethereal

Mask Sect began to fight back, casting spells one

then there were those who chose to flee and make

light fell, it looked like a grim reaper’s

the dark energy shield

screamed as their bodies were torn apart. There was a strong scent of

one, the disciples of the Ghost Mask Sect met their fate. Some were cleaved in half, while others were reduced to a puddle

heads sliced off by the sword’s light. The scene was reminiscent of a torturous inferno, and the

single stroke of the sword, over twenty disciples from

had narrowly escaped looked upon the scene before

Maurice was completely flabbergasted.