If Jared was merely friends with one of the members of Soul Demon Sect, Cassius could spare that person.
As for the others, he had no intention of letting them live.
“Every member of Soul Demon Sect is a friend of mine, so you’d best back off. You’re not to lay a finger on any one of them,” Jared said coldly.
Cassius narrowed his eyes, a hint of menace glinting in his gaze.
Even though Jared hailed from Allardland and occupied a high-ranking position, Cassius had no intention of sparing the Soul Demon Sect. He was determined to settle the past grudge.
“I do owe Allardland a favor. However, that favor was exchanged with the immortal’s bone, so it can only be considered a transaction. By now, Blood Bone Sect has long since left Allardland’s territory. If you’re still using past favors to pressure me, don’t blame me for not showing you any respect. Considering you’re from Allardland, you may bring one of them away with you. I promise not to pursue the matter further.”
Cassius would never let everyone go, but sparing one of them was acceptable.
“Mr. Chance, please take Serena with you.” Faiyar quickly spoke up.
“Mr. Chance, I hope you can take my daughter and Faiyar away. Let me deal with Blood Bone Sect alone.” Trystan wished Jared would bring both Faiyar and Serena away.
“Mr. Pruitt, what happened between Soul Demon Sect and Blood Bone Sect?” asked Jared, confused.
Trystan let out a sigh and slowly told the story.
After hearing it all, Jared finally understood. The people who had pursued and attacked Blood Bone Sect all those years ago were none other than Trystan and his men.
They gave up after Blood Bone Sect escaped to Allardland.
Years had passed, and Blood Bone Sect had grown stronger within Allardland. Eventually, they left.
Now, experienced and armed to the teeth, they came seeking revenge against Soul Demon Sect.
“What if I wanted to save everyone from Soul Demon Sect?” Jared turned to Cassius.
Cassius frowned and said with a cold expression, “Kid, I’m giving you some respect because you’re from Allardland. Don’t take it for granted. You’re merely a Seventh Level Tribulator. It would be a simple task for me to kill you. Even if you are from Allardland, if I were to kill you now, who would know it was my doing? You’d better do as I say, and get out of here immediately. If I change my mind, none of you will be able to leave.”
Cassius’ threat only made Jared reveal a smile of disdain.
To think an Ultimate Realm Level One cultivator actually has the nerve to speak to me like that.
“Since you won’t leave, don’t blame me for what happens next.” The Dragonslayer Sword materialized in Jared’s hand after he said that.
With a powerful swing of his sword, Jared unleashed a storm of sword lights that sliced through the ranks of the Blood Bone Sect. In that moment, it felt as if the void quaked, and the very fabric of reality shuddered. The entire universe seemed to respond to his might.
Cassius furrowed his brow, instinctively retreating to escape the onslaught. However, the others were not as quick; some were cut cleanly in half at the waist, while others sustained grievous injuries, left gasping in pain.
“You’ve got some nerve! You’re courting death!” Cassius bellowed, enraged. His aura burst forth with intense fury.
The remaining disciples of Blood Bone Sect were enveloped in a murderous aura, their glares directed at Jared, seething with anger.
They refused to believe that Jared, a mere Seventh Level Tribulator, could defeat them all. Fueled by this conviction, the disciples lunged at Jared, convinced that they had simply failed to react in time, allowing him to seize the upper hand. This time, united in their numbers, they were certain they could take him down.
He’s just a Seventh Level Tribulator! No matter how impressive he is, he has his limits!
Seeing the group of disciples converging on Jared, Trystan quickly shouted, “Mr. Chance, be careful!”
