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.”

with rage as he

expression grave as

being overpowered, he wouldn’t hesitate to toss

Divine Flame Seal had already accepted its master. Since Berthold shared the same bloodline with Harlan, there was absolutely no issue with

human nor ghost. Just the thought of fighting you makes me feel

dismissive smirk, Jared casually drew out his Dragonslayer

long you can keep up

released a surge of dark energy, causing

man himself had transformed into a giant black beast. Wielding his longsword, he charged toward

of feet tall, appeared like a

seemed as though the entire group of black mist consisted of

longsword was over thirty feet long. In an instant, it tore through the void,

his attack, an icy gaze flickered in Jared’s

held an air of superiority over his enemies, yet he was strategic in his approach

Sword radiated a brilliant light as an enchanting aura of profound

“Sword technique: Nine Shadows.”

a swift swing of

Whoosh!

either side of

were now a total of six Jareds, each wielding

bore the

pointed at the giant

appear out of nowhere, everyone was left