“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

latter remained silent, his expression grave as he

of Berthold being overpowered, he wouldn’t

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

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

Jared casually drew out

you can keep up this stubborn

of dark energy, causing

man himself had transformed into a giant

feet tall, appeared like a mountain

as though the entire group of black mist

feet long. In an instant, it

Berthold launched his attack, an icy

latter always held an air of superiority over his enemies, yet he was strategic in his approach towards them. He never truly underestimated

light as an enchanting aura of profound mystique emanated from

“Sword technique: Nine Shadows.”

by a

Whoosh!

of Jared, and identical replicas

were now a total of six Jareds,

bore the same aura

simultaneously pointed at the giant beast that Berthold had transformed

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