The Man’s Decree

You’re too naive, Jared! Meanwhile, Gael and the others couldn’t help but grow concerned as they saw what had happened.

Gael himself was once tormented by a demonic soul to the point of helplessness. He was driven to madness all day, only regaining some clarity during the depths of the night.

Yet now, Jared’s consciousness field had just been invaded by several demons at once. Could he possibly ever return to his usual self?

A sense of relief washed over Harlan as he saw Jared supposedly being controlled.

“Don’t dilly-dally now, Berthold” he urged. “Chop his head off and claim your reward from the Demon Seal Alliance.”

Berthold nodded while gripping the black longsword. As he neared Jared, he swiftly swung his sword at him.

However, just as the sword was about to strike Jared in the neck, the latter suddenly vanished into thin air!

Startled, Berthold suddenly felt a surge of danger emanating from behind him.

Upon turning around, he saw Jared’s large hand swinging right toward him!

Slap!

Before Berthold could dodge, he was sent flying directly, his face distorted from the impact.

He fell heavily to the ground. Despite having managed to pull himself up with great effort, his teeth were now scattered all over the ground.

“You… You weren’t controlled by the demonic souls?”

He stared at Jared in suspense.

“Controlled, my a**. Did you really think you’d be able to control me with such weak demons? You must have forgotten my warning from before-there’s a much more powerful force residing within my mind,” Jared responded, smirking.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Berthold’s face turned extremely grim. Indeed, Maurice had once mentioned this. In fact, it was precisely Jared’s being under the control of that demonic soul that had put Maurice and the others at a disadvantage.

How could I have forgotten that? The thought of so many of his demonic souls being destroyed just like that caused him immense heartache.

“Wipe that smug look off your face, Jared. I swear I’ll take you down!”

With a roar of fury, Berthold once again unleashed a dark aura that surged like boiling water.

It was as if countless ferocious beasts lurked within the black mist. Soon after, pythons with glowing red eyes and tongues emerged one by one.

These pythons were so dark in color that they blended seamlessly into the black mist. If it wasn’t for their red eyes and tongues, they would have been nearly indistinguishable.

One of the pythons was several dozen yards long and had a head larger than the Violet Flame Sect’s main hall. Its body continuously coiled, ascending into the sky.

Seeing that, Jared raised his Dragonslayer Sword, letting its light surge upward.

The sword’s radiance pierced through the black mist, and this was immediately followed by a chorus of agonized screams. One by one, the pythons met their untimely demise!

Meanwhile, the massive python opened its gaping maw, swallowing the bursts of sword light in an instant.

Jared still briefly but soon realized that the python seemed unafraid of his sword’s light. Consequently, he sheathed his weapon and leaped up.

Now, the man himself shone with a golden light.

The sky was suddenly shrouded in thick, dark clouds, with streaks of lightning flashing across the vast expanse.

“Thunder Palm!”

Jared swiped his hand toward the python.

Sparks of electricity continually burst forth.

Bolts of lightning struck the python, causing it to lose its ability to attack in an instant. Subsequently, under the force of the Thunder Palm, it collapsed with a crash and dissipated.

Even the black mist completely vanished in an instant.

This single strike left everyone in awe.

To think a single strike of the palm had actually resulted in lightning power! It was simply unbelievable.

“Lightning nascence! He’s just a Fourth Level Tribulator, and yet he’s capable of lightning nascence! I can’t believe it!”

Gael recognized the lightning Jared had just unleashed; that was certainly nascence power.

With a gloomy expression, Berthold stared at his opponent, the muscles in his face twitching incessantly.

Dario and the other were astounded too. The skills and strength Jared demonstrated were far beyond what a Fourth Level Tribulator could possibly exhibit.

“Berthold, use your demonic fire,” Harlan reminded. Currently, Berthold could use three types of internal flames: two from the Violet Flame Sect, and also demonic fire.