“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.

was constantly emanating from

they were being crushed under the weight of mountains and rivers,

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

The appearance of this ghost mask cast a pall of intimidation over the entire Violet

made

on Gael’s face was also

were filled with terror, and not a single person dared to look directly at that ghost

his eyes devoid of

you’ve got

overwhelming pressure surged

ground around them couldn’t withstand such pressure, and

in his posture, and he didn’t even flinch or avert

hand was exuding bursts of flame

Flame Seal in his

another trump

to throw caution to

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