The Man’s Decree

“Mr. Cunningham!”

As Gael called out, Rohan instantly understood the implication. With a swift gesture of his hands, a massive arcane array gradually formed, enclosing Jared and Berthold within it.

At the same time, both Gael and Harlan acted simultaneously. A light curtain shot up into the sky, creating a barrier that isolated everyone else on the outside.

Even though their political views differed, none of them wished for the downfall of the Violet Flame Sect.

By isolating the rest like this, they could prevent the fight’s repercussions from harming the numerous disciples of the sect.

“Jared, I have no idea how you can have such guts to make audacious claims like these, but rest assured, I’ll show you just how powerful I can be!”

After Berthold finished speaking, an aura of darkness began to emerge from him. In an instant, the dark aura transformed into a longsword, which he then held in his hand.

At the same time, his face began to contort, a faintly discernible ghost mask surfacing over his features.

With this, there was no need for further words.

Even a fool could tell who was colluding with the Ghost Mask Sect.

The accusations Harlan had thrown at the elders were now falling apart on their own.

“Harlan, your son is actually a member of the Ghost Mark Sect, and yet you dare slander others! You really have no shame.”

rage as he

remained silent, his expression grave as

wouldn’t hesitate to toss the Divine Flame Seal over

its master. Since Berthold shared the same bloodline with Harlan,

at you, neither human nor ghost. Just the thought

Jared casually drew out

how long you can keep

Berthold released a surge of dark energy, causing their

giant black beast. Wielding his longsword, he charged toward

of feet tall,

the entire group of black mist consisted of Berthold’s shadow

long. In an instant, it tore through the void, emitting a

his attack, an icy gaze

latter always held an air of superiority over his enemies, yet he was strategic in his approach towards them. He never truly

Dragonslayer Sword radiated a brilliant light as an

“Sword technique: Nine Shadows.”

gleamed, accompanied by a swift swing of the

Whoosh!

of white light flashed on either side of Jared, and identical replicas

were now a total of six Jareds, each

bore the same aura and

swords simultaneously pointed at the giant beast that