The Man’s Decree

“Hmph, you're nothing but a fool for failing to recognize the original form of demonic fire. You dare call yourself a descendant of Inferno Devil?” Jared scoffed. He didn't appear to be lying.

Vinicus furrowed his brows and said, “Do you really possess demonic fire too? Are you also someone of the Inferno Devil lineage? However, I don't sense the aura of a demon within you. Did you consume an aura-suppressing pill?”

Vinicus' words stunned Jared, who was clueless as to what an aura-suppressing pill was.

When he saw the look on Jared's face, Gregory explained, “The aura-suppressing pill is a special pill made by Solaris Sect. Its purpose is to hide one's aura and prevent it from being detected. As it can be used to extinguish a demon's aura, Demonic Cultivators use it to lead ordinary lives. That's the reason why the Demonic Cultivators captured me and forced me to make such pills for them. However, my incompetency in making them has limited their effectiveness. That's why they stopped here for me to make more pills. The effects of the pills they consumed are close to wearing off.”

Upon listening to Gregory's explanation, Jared finally understood why those Demonic Cultivators could move about freely in public.

“Does Solaris Sect often work with Demonic Cultivators?” Jared wondered aloud.

Given that the aura-suppressing pill was like a divine pill to Demonic Cultivators, they would naturally be the largest market for such pills.

Looking embarrassed, Gregory nodded. “It's true that the aura-suppressing pills are often sold to Demonic Cultivators, but we still screen our customers. We don't just work with any random Demonic Cultivators, especially those who harm others like these guys. That's the reason why they have resorted to capturing me.”

Jared subsequently learned that Solaris Sect wasn't like the other sects who were looking to exterminate demons indiscriminately.

There were, after all, good demons such as Ira, who had revealed herself to save others and even given him a demon bead.

“Since you don't know what an aura-suppressing pill is, you're clearly not a demon. In that case, who are you? Why do you possess Inferno Devil's demonic fire?” Vinicus asked after listening to Gregory and Jared's conversation.

“Who I am isn't important. What matters is that I have sentenced you to death!” Jared declared flatly.

“Hmph, such insolence!” Vinicus snorted in response, then flames began to rise from both his palms and his body began to swell.

“Thunder Palm...”

With a slight curl of his lips, Jared raised his palms toward the sky.

A rumbling sound could be heard and the sky gradually darkened.

Filled with shock, Vinicus raised his head to look up, only to be greeted by a giant palm appearing right above his head.

As the palm pressed down on him, the overwhelming pressure extinguished the raging flames on his body.