Despite the ghost mask opening its mouth wide and inhaling fiercely, Vermilion Demon Lord remained utterly still.
Even if only his soul remnant was left, it wasn’t something a cultivator in the Ultimate Realm like Tiberius could possibly defeat.
“How can this be? You’re nothing but a soul remnant, and this ghost mask of mine has absorbed countless demonic souls without ever failing. How can this happen?”
Tiberius was quite taken aback at the situation.
“You just haven’t met me yet. If you had, you would’ve experienced failure already. Making such a lousy ghost mask, yet still flaunting your power. How f*cking embarrassing!” Vermilion Demon Lord spat in disdain.
With just one spit, Tiberius’ ghost mask instantly shattered into pieces as if struck by lightning. The massive ghost mask vanished just like that.
Tiberius was dumbfounded.
Onlookers were utterly taken aback by the scene unfolding before them. They couldn’t comprehend the nature of the demonic soul hidden within Jared’s consciousness field. What sort of being could it possibly be?
Only a soul remnant remained, yet still so powerful. It was outrageous.
“I got it! I got it!”
At that moment, Gael finally understood why Jared was unafraid of the Ghost Mask Sect’s demonic soul and dared to let it enter his consciousness field.
It turned out Jared had long known about the existence of such an impressive demonic soul in his consciousness field. Wouldn’t it be a suicide mission for other demonic souls to enter it?
“W-Who are you, exactly? With such immense power, how could you be reduced to a mere wisp of a soul remnant? And why did you reside within this brat’s consciousness field?” Tiberius asked in astonishment.
With only a soul remnant remaining, his power was still formidable. One could only imagine just how terrifying Vermilion Demon Lord must have been in his prime.
Despite possessing such terrifying power, he was unexpectedly slain, his physical body destroyed, leaving behind nothing but a wisp of his soul remnant.
“I’m your ancestor, so you should get on your knees and pay your respects before me!” Vermilion Demon Lord said with a laugh..
To be precise, Vermilion Demon Lord wasn’t wrong. Surely, as demons, they would definitely be related.
Thus, it wasn’t entirely wrong when Vermilion Demon Lord claimed to be the ancestor of Tiberius.
Tiberius’ eyes narrowed slightly, he had thought that Vermilion Demon Lord was cursing at him, deliberately trying to humiliate him.
“Hmph, since you’re acting so arrogantly, don’t blame me for teaching you a lesson.”
After he spoke, his illusory shadow became somewhat more solid as a black mist began to swirl around him.
“Fck, it should be a compliment to you that I’m your ancestor. Yet, you fcking ungrateful brat don’t know what’s good for you! Then, I’ll teach you a lesson, you disrespectful descendant.”
After Vermilion Demon Lord finished speaking, he swiftly swung his arm at him.
After much difficulty, the black mist surrounding Tiberius finally dissipated in an instant, and he was unequivocally slapped across the face.
In the presence of the Vermilion Demon Lord, Tiberius found that he didn’t even have the slightest chance to resist.
Moreover, he could sense that Vermilion Demon Lord was merely toying with him, not using his full strength. Otherwise, the illusory shadow he projected would’ve already disintegrated under that single slap.
Vermilion Demon Lord approached Tiberius, and then proceeded to give him a series of harsh slaps.
Everyone was simply staring in disbelief.
Tiberius was an Ultimate Realm Level Three cultivator, though merely an illusory shadow and not his actual self. However, his strength was not to be underestimated. Yet he was getting slapped in the face by a demonic soul.
Moreover, it seemed that Tiberius didn’t have the slightest ability to fight back.
The slap left Tiberius completely dazed, his eyes filled with shock and fear because he had detected an incredibly faint aura from Vermilion Demon Lord, an aura that didn’t belong to the Ethereal Realm.
“A-Are you a demonic soul from the celestial realm?” Tiberius asked as his body trembled.
“You’ve got a good eye, brat. I was once the demon lord of the celestial realm, a soul remnant who happened to end up in the Ethereal Realm by accident. Even if I’m reduced to a mere soul remnant, you, an insignificant creature, have no right to criticize me,” Vermilion Demon Lord said coldly.
“Celestial realm? Demon Lord?”
Tiberius’ eyes widened in shock. He was scared out of his wits.
