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 he

remained silent, his expression grave as he

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

same bloodline with

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

a dismissive smirk, Jared casually drew out his

see how long you can keep

furious roar, Berthold released a surge of dark energy, causing

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

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

though the entire group of black mist consisted of Berthold’s shadow

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

his attack, an icy gaze flickered in

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

light as an enchanting aura of profound mystique

“Sword technique: Nine Shadows.”

a swift swing of the

Whoosh!

a burst of white light flashed on either side of Jared,

were now a total of six

bore the same aura and

swords simultaneously pointed at the giant beast that Berthold

seeing six identical Jared appear out of nowhere,