The Man’s Decree

Harlan and Berthold watched Carlo in his awkward state, feeling incredibly embarrassed. They never expected Jared’s array craft to be even more formidable than Carlo’s.

“Brat, I didn’t expect you to be an array master. But no matter how powerful your arcane arrays are, don’t think you can escape from the Violet Flame Sect today. I’m definitely getting the hundred-year offering from the Demon Seal Alliance.”

Berthold stepped forward, casting a cold gaze at Jared.

Even though he was only a Top Level Tribulator, not even reaching the Ultimate Realm, he dared to challenge Jared. He was so audacious because Harlan had the Divine Flame Seal.

Furthermore, he simply couldn’t believe that Jared, as a Fourth Level Tribulator, could defeat him, a Top Level Tribulator.

As for Maurice’s tragic death, it was entirely due to the demonic souls in Jared’s consciousness field instead of his true strength.

“You still want to challenge me?” said Jared disdainfully as he saw Berthold approach him.

“Yes. The hundred-year offering from the Demon Seal Alliance makes it worth my effort,” replied Berthod with a cold smirk.

“With your capabilities, you’re just walking into your own demise. Even the elder from the Ghost Mask Sect is no match for me. Who do you think you are? I think it’s better if your father attacks. You’re still not quite up to the task,” mocked Jared.

“Hmph, you’re too arrogant. You’ll know if I’m up for the task after we start fighting!”

After finishing his words, Berthold swiftly soared into the sky and looked down at Jared.

“Jared, don’t be fooled. Berthold is quite cunning. Let me deal with him…”

Juliet blocked Jared’s path, ready to personally confront Berthold.

Juliet, who was a Ninth Level Tribulator, was not far behind Berthold. She could even go head-to-head with Berthold.

“Juliet, don’t worry. I can beat him until he’s kneeling and begging for mercy. This guy is always pestering you and flirting with you, right? Today, I’ll maim him, so he’ll never harass women again,” said Jared with a light laugh.

Faced with Berthold, Jared was quite confident.

“Don’t let your guard down. Berthold obviously knows demonic techniques. They also have the Divine Flame Seal. That seal is known to suppress the internal flame. Your internal flame could become useless in its presence,” Gael reminded Jared.

Gael knew that Jared possessed many internal flames. However, Harlan had the Divine Flame Seal. When the critical moment came, Berthold would be able to use the Divine Flame Seal. At that time, Jared’s internal flame would be rendered ineffective.

“Rest assured, Mr. Ortiz. Even if they both come at me together, I’m not afraid,” assured Jared with a laugh.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Although everyone could tell that Jared was bragging, Gael’s faction felt assured when they heard that.

As Juliet watched Jared brag, her eyes were filled with admiration.

“Jared, I believe in you. No matter what, I’ll stand by your side.”

As Juliet spoke, she gave him coy glances.

This nearly drove Berthold, who was mid-air, to the brink of fury.

It was one thing for Jared to brag and criticize him and his father. Yet, Juliet was now throwing flirtatious glances at Jared in front of him.

After all, Berthold had always wanted to get his hands on Juliet.

Although he couldn’t win her over, she was already flinging herself at Jared, who had just come for a few days.

“Jared, cut the nonsense. If you have the guts, face me in a duel to the death,” yelled Berthold furiously, his aura erupting from him with an even greater intensity.

Jared halted abruptly. In the blink of an eye, he soared into the sky. He hovered mid-air, locking eyes with Berthold from a distance.

As a Top Level Tribulator, Berthold did not withhold his aura at all.

Meanwhile, Jared was exuding the aura of a Fourth Level Tribulator, which was the full extent of his power.

Suddenly, the sky was engulfed in dark clouds, with wild winds howling all around. An intangible pressure made the disciples of the Violet Flame Sect retreat.

The other disciples, who were not as powerful, turned ashen and started vomiting mouthfuls of blood. A clash of such magnitude could easily result in countless unfortunate casualties.