Chapter 1163 Demonic Cultivators Should Die
“If you’re pirates who had never harmed anyone, I would spare your lives. However, you’re Demonic Cultivators who have killed many people. Tell me, why should I spare your lives?” Jared declared icily.
“Mr. Chance, you’ve got it wrong. We’re not Demonic Cultivators. We were forced to flee from our enemies and settle on this deserted island. I’ve never killed any ordinary humans. Please spare my life, Mr. Chance,” Barton protested.
“Are you accusing me of framing you?” Jared narrowed his gaze. “Come with me. Let’s see how stiff-necked you can be.”
With that said, Jared strode toward the southwest side of the island.
Barton and his subordinates followed behind Jared. He grew increasingly anxious when he realized where Jared was headed.
There were many skeletons and skulls buried in that area they were heading.
Barton couldn’t understand how Jared knew about the place in the first place.
His heart was racing as he followed Jared to the spot where the skeletons were buried.
Jared waved his hand and sucked two pirates toward him.
“Here we are. Dig this spot,” he ordered the two pirates.
The pirates whipped their heads around to look at Barton, for they would only carry out his orders.
They were hesitating when Jared waved his arm.
Before the pirates realized what was going on, their heads had already exploded on impact.
The other pirates were dumbfounded to realize how merciless Jared could be.
“Two of you, come over here and dig this spot!” Jared pointed at two other pirates.
At once, the pirates he pointed at hurried over and started digging the spot as told.
Soon, many skeletons and skulls were exposed.
The increasing negative energy caused the surrounding temperature to drop drastically.
Cold sweat dripped down Barton’s forehead when he saw the skeletons that were dug out.
“What other excuse can you make up?” Jared glowered at Barton.
His dark obsidian eyes were cold and exuded a murderous glint.
Barton stammered, “I… I…” He was at a loss for words.
“Demonic Cultivators like you deserve to die. How many people have you killed? Look at the mountain of skeletons. There are even children among them,” Jared snarled.
Exuding immense murderous intent, he marched toward Barton slowly.
Barton staggered backward continuously. In the end, he grabbed Bloodhand, who was standing beside him, and threw him in Jared’s direction.
In response, Jared waved his hand.
Boom!
Bloodhand’s body erupted into a mist of blood in the sky.
Barton took the chance to leap into the ocean.
He had lived on the island for years and could swim well.
Jared watched as Barton jumped into the sea and didn’t go after him.
The ocean was vast, and he knew Barton wouldn’t be able to escape even after jumping into the sea.
Without a boat, there was no way Barton could reach land.
Jared spun on his heels to look at the remaining pirates.
They were terrified and wanted to escape.
Alas, the island was tiny, and there was nowhere for them to escape.
A golden glow enveloped Jared’s palms and accumulated until it covered the entire island.
Blood flowed out of the pirates’ nostrils and mouths at once before they dropped to the ground, dead.
There was no way they could stand Jared’s power.
Jared had slaughtered all the pirates on the island.
He then glanced at the sea and realized Barton had gone missing.
“Did he drown to his death?” Jared frowned.
A Senior Grandmaster wouldn’t drown to his death in the sea that easily.
Jared was wondering what happened when huge waves appeared on the ocean’s surface. The entire island shook under the force of the waves.
