The Man's Decree

“Mr. Cunningham!”

As Gael called out, Rohan instantly understood the implication. With a swift gesture of his hands, a massive arcane array gradually formed, enclosing Jared and Berthold within it.

At the same time, both Gael and Harlan acted simultaneously. A light curtain shot up into the sky, creating a barrier that isolated everyone else on the outside.

Even though their political views differed, none of them wished for the downfall of the Violet Flame Sect.

By isolating the rest like this, they could prevent the fight’s repercussions from harming the numerous disciples of the sect.

“Jared, I have no idea how you can have such guts to make audacious claims like these, but rest assured, I’ll show you just how powerful I can be!”

After Berthold finished speaking, an aura of darkness began to emerge from him. In an instant, the dark aura transformed into a longsword, which he then held in his hand.

At the same time, his face began to contort, a faintly discernible ghost mask surfacing over his features.

With this, there was no need for further words.

Even a fool could tell who was colluding with the Ghost Mask Sect.

The accusations Harlan had thrown at the elders were now falling apart on their own.

“Harlan, your son is actually a member of the Ghost Mark Sect, and yet you dare slander others! You really have no shame.”

flushed with rage as

his expression grave as he watched the

Berthold being overpowered, he wouldn’t hesitate to toss the Divine Flame Seal over

had already accepted its master. Since Berthold shared the same bloodline with

you, neither human nor ghost. Just the thought of fighting you makes

smirk, Jared casually drew out his Dragonslayer

long you can keep up this stubborn

energy, causing their entire surroundings

giant black beast. Wielding his longsword, he

feet tall, appeared like a mountain in

though the entire group of

an instant, it tore through the

an

of superiority over his enemies, yet he was strategic in his approach towards them.

as an enchanting aura of profound mystique emanated

“Sword technique: Nine Shadows.”

by a

Whoosh!

burst of white light flashed on either side of Jared, and identical replicas of himself appeared one

now a total of six

all bore the same aura and

simultaneously pointed at the giant

appear out of