The Man’s Decree

Jared’s eyes were bright as he looked at the Flamestone in Typhon’s hands. If he were to get his hands on the Flamestone, he would certainly have more ease in understanding fire nascence.

“Hand that thing over and get lost, or I’ll show you no mercy,” Jared said to Typhon. Typhon froze, then snorted and said, “Are you talking to me? How dare a Fourth Level Body Fusion Realm cultivator like you speak to me in this manner? You must be sick of living!”

Right as Typhon said that, someone piped up, “Does that mean we can speak to you if we join in?”

Sunny, Konce, Lofton, and Cloud walked over to them. Together, there were three Eighth Level Body Fusion Realm cultivators and one Seventh Level Body Fusion Realm cultivator. On the other hand, Typhon was the only one of the Five Slayers present. The others had gone elsewhere.

If all the members of the Five Slayers had been present, Sunny and the others might not have spoken with such audacity. However, Typhon was the only one around, so there was no need for Jared’s group to fear him.

Typhon looked at Sunny and the others then at Jared. His air of arrogance began to dissipate.

not to fight when the odds were against him. If a conflict were to erupt, he would be confronting a group of cultivators,

grand show. Just remember, you’ll be begging for mercy

the Flamestone onto

thought about the Flamestone’s scorching surface and his inability to hold it, he turned to Jared and said, “Jared, this Flamestone will be immensely useful for cultivation, please have it.

Unlike Beau, Jared felt no heat on the stone’s surface. After all, he had demonic fire in him. No matter how mighty the Flamestone was, it could never burn him. Jared kept it in his Storage Ring before continuing his search

he had no idea if it was because a

combed through the desert, the

up in vastly different environments. Some were in a forest, some by the

the various locations where the cultivators had ended up. He could see the fight that broke out between the cultivators for the

the elderly man. Each time a cultivator perished, a beam of white light would enter the black bead, gradually lightening its dark

was white. Greed shone bright in the elderly man’s eyes. Jared and the rest