The Man’s Decree

Suspine stood frozen, his gaze sweeping over the fallen disciples around him. They were in such a miserable state that it was hard to tell if they were even alive.

Jared, despite being a Seventh Level Tribulator, had effortlessly defeated opponents stronger than himself.

It was clear to anyone watching that Jared’s true abilities far exceeded what he’d displayed. There was no doubt now-Jared’s strength was within Ultimate Realm Level Two.

“Well, weren’t you trying to test me? Have you figured it out yet?” Jared’s cold laugh sliced through the silence as he fixed his gaze on Suspine.

“I admit, I didn’t expect you to be hiding your true strength,” Suspine replied, his tone icy. “But from what I see, you’re merely at Ultimate Realm Level Two. That makes us equals, so don’t think you’re superior.”

With a sharp huff, Suspine flicked his wrist, and a crimson longsword materialized in his hand. The atmosphere shifted instantly as his aura deepened into something dark and oppressive.

demonic sword?”

Sword Sect’s weapons were known for their purity, yet the crimson blade radiated an ominous, malevolent

as he recalled something familiar. The aura surrounding

Cultivator. But Suspine- the eldest disciple of the Ten Thousand

low. “That alliance has plenty of items tied to demonic cultivation. It’s clear now-Suspine has sold himself to

sharply toward Suspine, her face twisted in anger. “Suspine, is it true? Did you betray our sect? Did you help

baseless accusations!” Suspine snapped. “Everything I’ve done was to restore the glory of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect. If you won’t hand over the secret scroll documentation device,

a fierce motion, Suspine swung his crimson longsword. A surge of blood-red vitality erupted, blanketing the area in a suffocating

His Dragonslayer Sword glimmered as it slashed forward-but hit nothing but

Suspine had vanished.

determination that he