A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

Chapter 570

While the lot was laughing at Sean’s comments, Barnabus suddenly opened his eyes wide, placed the disc on the table, and lightly tapped it with two fingers. In a flash, that once scruffy disc regained its glow. It was so shiny that one could see their reflection in it!

“Whoah!” Muffled exclamations reverberated. “You’re really something, Mr. Holt! That’s what a mage, who has cultivated for tens of years, is capable of!”

Barnabus was satisfied with his performance. After that, a flick of ruby light exited his palm, and the disc instantly luminesced red. It looked like some magical item was about to be summoned into the room. Slowly, the whole room was encapsulated in red luster, and soon, everyone felt soothing energy flowing through their body.

The rejuvenating luster gradually dissipated in a matter of seconds, and the room was back to its original state. That Disc of Eight Trigrams too reduced to its rough-hewn condition with marks of age.

“Mr. Holt, have you figured out what this disc can do?” Sean was hoping for something explosive.

holy energy. If I’m not wrong, it’s a

after Barnabus declared the disc’s stature.

rapacity was indescribable. That disc could really fetch a

history of this disc. After you’re done with that, shall we let Mr. Yonce from Zaprington be the judge of

present shifted their eyes to Jared, eager to know how he was going to activate the

history could a useless slab of wood have? I really wonder what expertise you-revered mages-have obtained throughout years of cultivation? All of you were

not be able to bring to light the actual function of the disc, but they were certain that it must be something incredible from the way Galen promoted it. Plus, he was

and of course, Galen’s deceitful speech reassured them of their thinking. The brutal truth was they weren’t good enough

was like the emperor’s new clothes. No one saw neither its beauty nor its uniqueness, but no one dared to be frank about it because if they did, it

was nothing but a piece of wood. Any mage would feel pilloried and agitated, especially Galen and