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.”

rage as

remained silent, his expression grave as

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

its master. Since Berthold shared the same bloodline with Harlan, there was

at you, neither human nor ghost. Just the

a dismissive smirk, Jared casually drew out his

see how long you can keep

released a surge of dark energy, causing their entire surroundings to be shrouded in thick, ominous

giant black beast. Wielding his

towering figure that stood several tens of feet tall, appeared like a

group of black

In an instant, it tore through the void, emitting

Berthold launched his attack, an icy gaze flickered

was

brilliant light as an enchanting

“Sword technique: Nine Shadows.”

by a swift swing of

Whoosh!

either side of Jared, and identical replicas of

were now a total of six Jareds, each wielding the Dragonslayer

the same aura

giant beast that Berthold had transformed

seeing six identical Jared appear out of nowhere, everyone was