“How can you still move?” Cassius’ face was filled with astonishment.
Cassius desperately attempted to wrest the bone flute from Jared’s grip, his muscles straining as he poured all his strength into the effort. Yet, no matter how much force he applied, the flute remained firmly in Jared’s grasp. His face twisted in frustration and disbelief. He, an Ultimate Realm Level One cultivator, now found himself utterly powerless against Jared-a mere Seventh Level Tribulator.
“You really think you can control me with this piece of junk? You’re dreaming!” Jared flashed a casual smile.
In an instant, the crimson mist that had enveloped Jared dissipated, leaving no trace behind. Now fully liberated, Jared stood confidently, his aura radiating strength. As a Seventh Level Tribulator, facing an Ultimate Realm Level One cultivator was nothing more than a walk in the park for him.
Cassius is delusional for thinking he can control me with this.
Jared, with the bone flute in his grasp, swung his foot.
Boom!
At such close range, Cassius had no time to react before Jared’s swift kick sent him flying through the air. If not for the Vermilion Demon Lord’s desire to see Cassius suffer a slow, painful death, Jared’s initial strike could have easily ended him.
Before Cassius even hit the ground, Jared moved with blinding speed, closing the distance in an instant. His fist followed like a thunderbolt, crashing into Cassius again and again.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Punch after punch, kick after kick, rained down relentlessly, leaving Cassius utterly defenseless, unable to mount any form of resistance.
An Ultimate Realm expert was completely overwhelmed by a cultivator in the tribulation phase, left with no power to fight back. Cassius writhed and howled in agony, utterly at the mercy of his opponent.
It was a spectacle that could only occur in the presence of someone like Jared.
The disciples of the Blood Bone Sect watched in horror, their faces paling as they took in the scene. Not a single one dared to step forward to aid Cassius, paralyzed by fear at the display of Jared’s dominance.
After giving Cassius a good beating, Jared firmly grabbed hold of Cassius’ collar.
Cassius hung his head low, his face a mask of bruises and defeat. The arrogance he had once flaunted was long gone.
Trystan and the others watched in disbelief as the scene unfolded before them. This was no longer a clash between experts; it resembled more of a street brawl among thugs.
Cassius didn’t want to end up in such a battered state, yet when Jared launched his attack, he was powerless to stop it. Deep down, he realized that Jared had chosen not to deliver a lethal blow, likely because he wasn’t ready to kill him just yet. If Jared had intended to end it, that last kick would have surely been fatal.
“Where did you get these immortal’s bones?” Jared asked, bone flute in hand.
“I found them on Demonia Mountain…” Cassius answered.
“Do you have any more bones in your possession?” Jared pressed.
“No. I gave one piece to King Bernard and used the other to create this bone flute,” Cassius answered, answering each question truthfully, knowing better than to attempt any deceit.
“Do you know where else I can find immortal’s bones?” Jared continued to ask.
“No… I don’t know!” Cassius protested, shaking his head vigorously. Yet, his tone and the flicker of fear in his eyes betrayed his dishonesty.
Jared, however, chose not to confront him on the lie. Instead, he swiftly channeled a surge of spiritual light into Cassius’ body.
“W-What did you inject into me?” Cassius asked fearfully.
“Oh, it’s nothing special-just a little lie detector. You’ll regret it if you’re lying,” Jared said with a faint smile, releasing Cassius from his grip.
Cassius felt a surge of panic upon hearing that, but when he noticed nothing amiss in his body, he finally allowed himself a sigh of relief.
However, just as he relaxed, an excruciating torment gripped him, as if a hundred claws were raking at his heart. His entire body began to convulse uncontrollably.
“Looks like you lied. Think about what you just said…” Jared said in a mocking tone, observing Cassius’ demeanor.
Cassius writhed in agony, his forehead veins bulging as distress etched itself onto his face. After gritting his teeth and enduring the torment for a moment, he finally blurted out, “I know! I know! Gustave and Rainier still have a few pieces of bone!”
The moment the words left his lips, the searing pain vanished without a trace.
