A Man Like None Other

Upon hearing this, Jared immediately understood how the Tenth Hall had known about Tavon’s death so quickly and why they had sent Octavion after him.

“Severing a strand of your soul without harming your body or cultivation… that’s no easy feat,” Jared muttered, his brows furrowing slightly.

Octavion let out a chuckle. “Of course it’s difficult. If it were simple, I wouldn’t be asking for your help. But don’t worry-I’m not expecting you to do it for free. I have a special piece of armor-exceptionally durable and capable of enhancing your strength. It was a gift from my father, so precious that I couldn’t bring myself to wear it.”

With that, he opened his palm, and a black box materialized seemingly out of thin air. He placed it in front of Jared.

“How generous.” Jared eyed the box skeptically, finding it hard to believe that Octavion would part with something so valuable.

Octavion chuckled. “Of course. I’m quite generous when it comes to friends,” he said with a confident smile.

Jared shook his head. “I don’t want-”

“What? You don’t want to help me?” Octavion interrupted, his expression turning surprised.

“I’ll help you,” Jared clarified, “but I don’t want the armor.”

Octavion frowned. “Are you afraid of owing me a favor?” He couldn’t understand why Jared would refuse such a prized gift.

that,” Jared replied casually. “I just think your armor

Jared’s body, and in the next instant, brilliant golden scales materialized, covering him completely. Within moments,

utterly dumbfounded

his jaw

still think your armor

for a response, he suddenly plunged the dagger straight into his own

Clang!

through the air as the dagger rebounded off his body, sent flying several feet away. Not even the faintest scratch remained on Jared’s gleaming golden

Don’t ruin my dagger!” Octavion yelped, scrambling to retrieve it. He was still reeling from the shock-his sword had already been broken by Jared, and if this dagger was damaged too, he’d be

muttered with a hint of embarrassment, “Fine, fine… your armor is indeed superior.

sigh, he added, “If only I were strong enough to defeat you… I would’ve ended you right

speaking, he once again extended the dagger toward

something like that. Aren’t you afraid I might actually kill

won’t,” Octavion replied with

immediately, a faint mist began to rise from the top of his head-his

time. With a swift motion, he brandished the dagger, its runes flaring to life with a radiant glow. The blade sliced cleanly through the mist, severing Octavion’s spirit. The remnants of his soul gradually dissipated, fading