The Man’s Decree

Jared was all the more livid after he heard Sigurd's words.

“In this world, there are both strong and weak people. It's unrealistic to expect everyone to be strong. Your status as a Manifestor doesn't automatically grant you strength. In the eyes of truly formidable cultivators, you hold no significance. I could kill you both now, for you are nothing more than insignificant insects to me. Does that make you both lowly peasants too?”

“Jared, you and I are on the same level. How bold of you to say that. Since you won't listen to me, you'll be meeting your doom today.”

Sigurd refused to waste his time on Jared. A murderous aura began to rise from his body.

He had intended to deceive Jared into joining Emerald Cauldron Sect without wasting unnecessary energy. Little did he expect Jared to be so stubborn.

Since Jared wouldn't listen, he could only use force.

“You'll find out soon enough who will meet their doom today!”

Jared snorted, and as he extended his right hand, the Dragonslayer Sword appeared.

The sword exuded a chilling aura. Though Zelda was wounded and unable to part from the sword, its aura alone served as ample evidence of its magical nature!

“No wonder Master wants us to bring you back alive. It looks like you have many magical items with you,” Sigurd said, then made his move.

Seeing that, Francois also took action. They both combined forces to attack Jared.

Antonio, Emily, and the others became increasingly agitated as they witnessed the scene. Nonetheless, their unease held no practical purpose. A battle of this level was simply not something they could participate in.

In fact, if they were to get any closer, they would end up getting hurt.

“Good!” Jared leaped into the air with his Dragonslayer Sword.

Sigurd's sword quivered, emitting an immense sword radiance that enveloped Jared entirely.

At the same time, Francois' tiger head sword released a menacing aura aimed directly at Jared.

They harnessed the entirety of their strength, recognizing Jared's might. To successfully capture Jared alive, they understood the necessity of swiftly overpowering him.

It is harder to capture someone alive than to kill them.

Of course, Jared wouldn't let them succeed easily. They had to make sure he lost all his strength so he wouldn't commit suicide.

Their plan sounded grand, but they had no idea that Jared looked down upon them and would never commit suicide.

As their assaults homed in on him, Jared's lips curled into a smirk, and a flicker of disdain danced in his eyes.

“Your sword skills are nothing compared to mine!”