The Fifth Level Tribtor thought that made sense. He frowned slightly, asking, “You’re Jared, the one
targeted by the Demon Seal Alliance?”
“Yes, that’s me. If you end my life, you’ll be rewarded with a century’s worth of offerings from the
Demon Seal Alliance.” Surprisingly, Jared affirmed without a moment’s hesitation.
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This bold admission left everyone present perplexed. They couldn’t fathom why Jared would be bold
enough to openly confess.
Does he not know that by admitting it, he’s essentially dead meat?
As a mere Third Level Tribtor among many formidable cultivators, his audacity seemed reckless.
“Very well, since you’ve admitted it, you’ve left me no choice,” the Fifth Level Tribtor dered coldly.
“I’d rather eliminate the wrong person than let this golden opportunity slip through my fingers!”
With resolve in his eyes, he wasted no time in taking action against Jared.
With a swift motion, he aimed his palm at Jared, believing that the vast gap in their levels would ensure
Jared’s swift demise.
However, in a surprising turn of events, as heunched his attack, Jared reacted with lightning speed.
Meeting the strike head-on, Jared’s palm shot out, delivering a devastating blow before the Fifth Level
Tribtor could react.
Thwack!
The force of Jared’s counterattack was overwhelming. With a thunderous impact, the Fifth Level
Tribtor was propelled backward, hurtling through the air until he crashed heavily onto the ground
before the stunned onlookers.
His body convulsed momentarily before he spat out a mouthful of blood, his life extinguished in an
instant.
After his physical demise, a remnant of his soul attempted to flee the confines of the airship.
With a mere flick of Jared’s finger, a sinister ze of demonic fire erupted, ensnaring the soul remnant
in its merciless grasp.
The chilling wails echoed through the air as the mes devoured the remnants, leaving nothing behind
but smoldering ashes.
In a cruel twist of fate, not only did his mortal form meet its end, but even his soul was consumed by
the relentless inferno, extinguishing any hope of redemption or reincarnation.
As the horrifying spectacle unfolded before their eyes, the other cultivators aboard the airship stood
frozen in shock, their disbelief palpable in the stunned silence that permeated the atmosphere.
Never in their wildest dreams could they have envisioned such a scene: a mere Third Level Tribtor
effortlessly killing a formidable Fifth Level adversary with a single, devastating blow.
That’s just ridiculous!
Jared’s gaze swept over the hushed crowd, his demeanor unyielding and cold. “If any of you still desire
to im the Demon Seal Alliance’s bounty, make your move now,” he dered, his voice cutting
through the tense silence like a de.
Under the weight of Jared’s stern stare, many of the cultivators lowered their heads uneasily.
In that moment, theyprehended why the Demon Seal Alliance had set such a generous reward for
Jared’s demise, despite hisparatively modest cultivation level.
Knowing he had managed to intimidate the cultivators into submission, Jared made his way out.
He understood that he couldn’t evade the confrontation any longer, these people hade seeking
him, and he was prepared to confront them head-on.
Dillon and his group were probably no match for these people.
Outside, One-Eyed’s patience had worn thin. His voice carried a chilling edge as he said to Dillon,
“Hand him over, or I’ll kill everyone on board.”
“If you guys fail to guarantee the safety of your passengers, let’s see how many would dare to board
your airships again…” One-Eyed’s words dripped with malice, his imposing aura weighing heavily on
the airship.
Around him, a cadre of about ten Demonic Cultivators bristled with hostility, their readiness to strike
palpable in the air.
The young cultivators aboard the airship shivered involuntarily as they felt the malevolent aura
emanating from the group. They had embarked on this journey with hopes of enjoying themselves at
Lunarius Pce, but now, they found themselves facing death halfway through their journey.
“My friend, think it through. If it reallyes down to a fight, you might not get what you want.” Dillon’s
voice carried a warning edge, his gaze piercing.
Despite his shock at Jared’s true identity, Dillon couldn’t fathom betraying him.
Jared had provided him with invaluablemunication devices and, more importantly, had saved
Moses’ daughter.
Even if Jared were merely an ordinary passenger, Dillon wouldn’t have surrendered him.
Doing so would jeopardize Pathfinder Sect’s reputation. How are we going to do business in the future?
“You’re the one who wants a fight. All I asked was for you to surrender Jared. Why won’t you do it? Are
you also after the bounty?” One-Eyed asked.