The Man's Decree

“Just leave it to me…”

With a nonchalant smile, Jared’s spiritual energy exploded all at once, and then, he clenched his fist tightly.

The fist shimmered with a golden light, reminiscent of a blinding sun.

“Sacred Light Fist…”

With a single punch thrown, a massive fist shadow was headed straight toward Tiberius.

With a single punch, Jared had astonishingly shattered Tiberius’ palm strike.

Tiberius was slightly taken aback. Only after their true engagement did he realize that Jared, a Fifth Level Tribulator, was not as he appeared in terms of strength.

“Brat, with your Tribulator Realm, you managed to slay Mr. Talbot and that Berthold. You certainly do have some real skills. However, the ones you’ve killed were all members of my Ghost Mask Sect. Therefore, you owe me an explanation…”

After Tiberius finished speaking, a hum echoed through the sky. Following this, a void materialized from thin air, rapidly forming into a massive ghost mask.

The ghost mask was as large as a small mountain, constantly contorting. The pair of eyes on the ghost mask seemed to be alive, ceaselessly staring at Jared as if trying to see right through him.

Under the scrutiny of these eyes, everyone else lowered their heads, as if they had been completely seen through, with no secrets left to tell.

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though they were being crushed under the weight of mountains and rivers, making it incredibly difficult for them to even

the less powerful cultivators had already started to falter, collapsing to

distressed, struggling to hold on. The appearance of this ghost mask cast a

domineering, and terrifying aura made everyone dare not

on Gael’s face was also incredibly

and not a single person dared to look

Jared was there, looking up, his eyes

you’ve got quite

had spoken, an overwhelming pressure surged

ground around them couldn’t withstand such pressure, and they all succumbed

of slouch in his posture, and he didn’t

in Jared’s hand was exuding

his hand, which

had another trump card-the Vermilion Demon

death, he was prepared to throw caution to the wind, even if it meant allowing the Vermilion

Flame Seal, along with the soul remnant of the Vermilion Demon Lord, which enabled him to appear in this world under the protection of the Divine Flame

consciousness field anymore, but it could only manifest within the flame aura of the Divine Flame