The Man's Decree

Chapter 1825

Jared soon realized that the Dragonslayer Sword in his hand grew stronger with every sword he destroyed.

Perhaps this is akin to cultivating my Dragonslayer Sword!

As that thought crossed his mind. Jared wielded his Dragonslayer Sword with renewed vigor.

In no time at all, broken swords littered the ground, and sweat beaded on Jared's forehead horn the exertion.

Still, Jared gritted his teeth and pushed on. He knew the battle before him was as much a trial for his Dragonslayer Sword as it was for him.

After cleaving the final sword in half, he collapsed on the ground, utterly spent.

The elderly man looked at Jared and appealed to smile.

He uttered, “You have overcome this challenge, and I hope you will succeed till the end. Then, you will have fulfilled our wish over the past few centuries...”

Jared was about to ask who he was when the elderly man suddenly threw his sword toward Jared and disappeared into thin air.

The sword charged toward Jared and stopped a mere inch away from his face.

the Dragonslayer Sword. A moment

the same spot as before,

around but did not see anyone around him. The sword energy in the air appeared to have dissipated as

mumbled, “That's all I needed to

his doubts, Jared

too easy if I

brimming with sword energy, which was even stronger than what

there were only three swords stuck in the ground and

knew at first glance that the

not be

as he expected, waves of murderous aura stormed

clearly more powerfill than the one encountered by

in the clothes they wore before they died, which were embroidered with the Engarder

disciples in

battle. Talking

Shadows!” Jared bellowed and

it down on one of the sword marionettes, obliterating

powerful shockwaves that flung the