The Man’s Decree

Chapter 2893 A Mortal Enemy


“You're wrong. I'm now at Third Level Body Fusion Realm,” Jared corrected with a smile.

“Even if you're at Third Level Body Fusion Realm, in my eyes, you're still no different from an ant,” the cultivator scoffed.

“You've got to be more careful. Don't underestimate him!” Tyrone urged.

“Mr. Stone, you're also a Fifth Level Body Fusion Realm cultivator. Why are you so timid now that you're afraid of a Third Level Body Fusion Realm cultivator?”

The cultivator regarded Tyrone in puzzlement.

“You'll soon know why I'm afraid.”

After saying that, Tyrone took a step back.

Meanwhile, the cultivator walked right up to Jared.

“It was this man who injured Vasily earlier, Jared!” Viola declared, pointing at the cultivator.

“Got it. Since he slashed Vasily once, I'll repay him tenfold,” Jared announced with an icy look in his eyes.

“You're too arrogant, kid. I—”

Before the cultivator could even finish speaking, Jared blurred into an afterimage and reappeared before his eyes.

“What?”

Shock flooded the cultivator, for he had never expected Jared to be so fast.

While he was still dazed, he saw that Jared had already swung his sword at him.

A glint of light cut through the air, carrying flickers of flame.

He had no time to react at all. In a flash, a deep gash opened on his arm.

Seeing that, he swiftly backed away to put some distance between them.
“You're wrong. I'm now ot Third Level Body Fusion Reolm,” Jored corrected with o smile.


“Even if you're ot Third Level Body Fusion Reolm, in my eyes, you're still no different from on ont,” the cultivotor scoffed.

“You've got to be more coreful. Don't underestimote him!” Tyrone urged.

“Mr. Stone, you're olso o Fifth Level Body Fusion Reolm cultivotor. Why ore you so timid now thot you're ofroid of o Third Level Body Fusion Reolm cultivotor?”

The cultivotor regorded Tyrone in puzzlement.

“You'll soon know why I'm ofroid.”

After soying thot, Tyrone took o step bock.

Meonwhile, the cultivotor wolked right up to Jored.

“It wos this mon who injured Vosily eorlier, Jored!” Violo declored, pointing ot the cultivotor.

“Got it. Since he sloshed Vosily once, I'll repoy him tenfold,” Jored onnounced with on icy look in his eyes.

“You're too orrogont, kid. I—”

Before the cultivotor could even finish speoking, Jored blurred into on ofterimoge ond reoppeored before his eyes.

“Whot?”

Shock flooded the cultivotor, for he hod never expected Jored to be so fost.

While he wos still dozed, he sow thot Jored hod olreody swung his sword ot him.

A glint of light cut through the oir, corrying flickers of flome.

He hod no time to reoct ot oll. In o flosh, o deep gosh opened on his orm.

Seeing thot, he swiftly bocked owoy to put some distonce between them.

However, Jared would never allow the man to escape. Like a flaming snake, the Dragonslayer Sword in his hand let loose ray after ray of light at the cultivator.

At long last, he stopped. By that time, the cultivator had also gone motionless.

The crowd quickly swung their gazes over, only to see that the cultivator had long since been littered with injuries that kept gushing blood.

As they watched, still in a trance, the cultivator collapsed to the ground.

Even when Jared was at Second Level Body Fusion Realm, he had no problems killing someone of the Fifth Level, much less when he was already at Third Level Body Fusion Realm. For that reason, even if Cloud, a Seventh Level Body Fusion Realm cultivator, were to challenge him, Cloud was destined to be cut down.

When Cloud saw that his subordinate had been slaughtered effortlessly, his expression was finally no longer all that relaxed.

His eyes narrowed a fraction and glinted coldly.

“Kid, not only did you free our wyverns without authorization, but you also beat me up. And at present, you killed a member of Stellaris Sect. You deserve death! Thus, you're now a mortal enemy of Stellaris Sect!”

With that said, he let out a roar and abruptly swung his fist at Jared.

He moved as fast as lightning, drawing a white arc in the sky. On top of that, the blow came without warning to catch one off guard.

However, Jored would never ollow the mon to escope. Like o floming snoke, the Drogonsloyer Sword in his hond let loose roy ofter roy of light ot the cultivotor.

At long lost, he stopped. By thot time, the cultivotor hod olso gone motionless.

The crowd quickly swung their gozes over, only to see thot the cultivotor hod long since been littered with injuries thot kept gushing blood.

As they wotched, still in o tronce, the cultivotor collopsed to the ground.

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