“Just leave it to me…”


    With a nonchnt smile, Jared’s spiritual energy exploded all at once, and then, he clenched his fist tightly.


    The fist shimmered with a golden light, reminiscent of a blinding sun.


    “Sacred Light Fist…”


    With a single punch thrown, a massive fist shadow was headed straight toward Tiberius.


    With a single punch, Jared had astonishingly shattered Tiberius’ palm strike.


    Tiberius was slightly taken aback. Only after their true engagement did he realize that Jared, a Fifth Level Tribtor, was not as he appeared in terms of strength.


    “Brat, with your Tribtor Realm, you managed to y Mr. Talbot and that Berthold. You certainly do have some real skills. However, the ones you’ve killed were all members of my Ghost Mask Sect. Therefore, you owe me an exnation…”


    After Tiberius finished speaking, a hum echoed through the sky. Following this, a void materialized from thin air, rapidly forming into a massive ghost mask.


    The ghost mask was asrge as a small mountain, constantly contorting. The pair of eyes on the ghost mask seemed to be alive, ceaselessly staring at Jared as if trying to see right through him.


    Under the scrutiny of these eyes, everyone else lowered their heads, as if they had beenpletely seen through, with no secrets left to tell.


    An invisible pressure was constantly emanating from that ghost mask.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    Every cultivator felt as though they were being crushed under the weight of mountains and rivers, making it incredibly difficult for them to even breathe.


    Some of the less powerful cultivators had already started to falter, copsing to the ground one after another.


    Even Dario and the others were visibly distressed, struggling to hold on. The appearance of this ghost mask cast a pall of intimidation over the entire Violet me Sect.


    That formidable, domineering, and terrifying aura made everyone dare not make the slightest move.


    The expression on Gael’s face was also incredibly unpleasant.


    Everyone’s eyes were filled with terror, and not a single person dared to look directly at that ghost mask.


    Only Jared was there, looking up, his eyes devoid of even a trace of fear.


    “Brat, you’ve got quite the backbone…”


    After Tiberius had spoken, an overwhelming pressure surged directly toward Jared.


    The vast expanse of houses and ground around them couldn’t withstand such pressure, and they all sumbed one after another.


    Jared stood upright, not a hint of slouch in his posture, and he didn’t even flinch or avert his gaze.


    At the same time, the Divine me Seal in Jared’s hand was exuding bursts of me aura, resisting this oppressive force.


    Jared had the Divine me Seal in his hand, which was why he remained soposed.


    In reality, Jared had another trump card-the Vermilion Demon Lord.


    If it truly came to a matter of life and death, he was prepared to throw caution to the wind, even if it meant allowing the Vermilion Demon Lord to take control of his body again.


    Now, Jared possessed the Divine me Seal, along with the soul remnant of the Vermilion Demon Lord, which enabled him to appear in this world under the protection of the Divine me Seal.


    There was no need for it to remain hidden within Jared’s consciousness field anymore, but it could only manifest within the me aura of the Divine me Seal’s mes.


    Otherwise, the soul remnant of Vermilion Demon Lord exposed to this world would likely be reduced to nothingness.


    Within the confines of a sealed space, or within the consciousness field, the lingering soul remnant of the Vermilion Demon Lord could roam freely.


    Upon seeing Jared lift his head high without a trace of fear, Tiberius continued to exert his dominance, controlling that ghost mask.


    Boom!


    Jared could only feel his breath quickening, his body stiffening slightly. It felt as if the entire sky was bearing down on him.


    This indescribable force caused Jared’s entire skeleton to creak, yet Jared remained standing!


    Jared was seen gritting his teeth, his eyes burning with a fierce red glow. The physical endurance he had gained from his past trials and tribtions was evident in this moment.


    The various spiritual energies within him were constantly in motion, and the me aura from the Divine me Seal was incessantly erupting, shielding Jared from this oppressive force!


    “Brat,” he said, “The me aura within this Divine me Seal can aid your cultivation. Don’t waste it here. Let me go out and handle it for you.” Vermilion Demon Lord followed Jared, and spoke.


    Vermilion Demon Lord was yearning to leave Jared’s consciousness field at that moment. He longed to gallivant freely in the realm between heaven and earth.