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.

not that,” Jared replied casually. “I just think your

This is-” Octavion’s mouth opened to argue, but before he could say anything, his eyes widened in shock. A shimmering golden glow suddenly radiated from Jared’s body, and in the next instant, brilliant golden scales materialized,

speechless, utterly dumbfounded by the

gasped, his jaw

“Well? Do you still think your armor

suddenly plunged the dagger straight

Clang!

his body, sent flying several feet away. Not even the faintest scratch remained on

from the shock-his sword had already been broken by Jared, and

with a hint of embarrassment, “Fine, fine… your armor

to defeat you…

once again extended

it with a faint smile, his gaze sharpening. “You’ve got guts, saying something

replied with

faint mist began to rise from the top of his head-his soul slowly separating

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 into