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

his expression grave as

signs of Berthold being overpowered, he wouldn’t hesitate to toss the

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

the thought of fighting

casually drew out

long you can keep up this

furious roar, Berthold released a surge of dark energy, causing their entire surroundings to be

into a giant black beast. Wielding

stood several tens of feet tall, appeared like a mountain in front

seemed as though the entire group of black mist consisted of

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

attack, an

he was strategic in his approach towards them. He never truly

as an enchanting aura of profound mystique emanated

“Sword technique: Nine Shadows.”

by a

Whoosh!

of

now a total of six Jareds,

the same aura and

swords simultaneously pointed at the giant

six identical Jared appear out of nowhere,