“Aren’t you going to run?” Pablo asked, looking at Jared with mockery written all over his face.
“Why should I run?” Jared countered calmly.
“Haha, it seems that your advancement to Second Level Tribulator has greatly boosted your confidence. Do you feel that it gives you the ability to contend with me now? Without anyone helping you, I can easily kill you in a matter of minutes.”
A cruel smirk tugged at the corner of Pablo’s mouth. He looked at Jared as if he were looking at a dead man.
“You couldn’t kill me on the Celestial Battlefield, and you can’t kill me now either. Do you know why?” Jared said with a laugh.
“Why?” Pablo was taken aback.
“Because your capabilities are yet sufficient to kill me. Do you think that after having a fortuitous encounter in the Demon Devouring Cave and learning some techniques, you can do as you please? You were merely lucky,” Jared sneered.
“Haha… you can say whatever you want, but it won’t change your fate of dying today. If you don’t wish to die, you can choose to sever your own limbs. I’ll take you to Demon Seal Alliance to claim my reward. As for how Demon Seal Alliance deals with you, that’s none of my business. However, there’s a chance you might be spared.”
Pablo laughed heartily.
“You’re unworthy of me severing my own limbs.”
Jared’s gaze hardened, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
Although he lacked confidence in winning Pablo, he was not at all afraid as he was capable of protecting himself.
Moreover, Vermilion Demon Lord resided in his consciousness field. No matter how formidable Pablo was, his techniques and cultivation were all from Vermilion Demon Lord.
As long as the Red Cloud Demon Lord could lend him a hand when the time came, there was a chance of him slaying Pablo.
“Since you don’t know what’s good for you, you shall meet your end!”
Pablo grinning, baring a row of pearly white teeth.
Boom!
Immediately after, a cloud of black mist manifested around Pablo and began spreading incessantly.
The wild black mist kept expanding, causing the entire sky to darken in an instant.
Sensing the violent and blood-tinged aura, Norman retreated continuously.
Trystan and the others also backed away successively, fearful they might be swept away by the overwhelming aura.
Jared stared at the aura emanating from Pablo, his expression somewhat solemn. He then took a deep breath. A beam of golden light burst forth from his body. Immediately after, Golem Body covered him entirely.
Facing off Pablo, Jared dared not to be the slightest bit careless. After all, the man was an Eight Level Tribulator cultivator.
With Golem Body on him, various auras within him burst forth simultaneously. However, compared to Pablo, his aura still seemed significantly weaker.
Upon witnessing that scene, both Trystan and Faiyar broke into a cold sweat on Jared’s behalf.
After all, the disparity in strength between the two men was too great, discernible from the aura they exuded alone.
At the sight of Jared enveloped in golden light, Pablo stared at him indifferently. A mocking smile played at the corners of his mouth as he said, “You are not particularly powerful, yet you have countless magical items. Killing you won’t only secure me a hundred-year supply of resources from Demon Seal Alliance but also allow me to claim your treasures as my own. Verily, it’s killing two birds with one stone!”
After he had said that, he abruptly stomped his foot. The rolling black mist instantly transformed into a ferocious beast and charged at Jared with a roar.
Jared gazed at the approaching beast. Dragonslayer Sword materialized in his hand in an instant. With a swift swing, countless golden lights shot out. The golden lights transformed into a golden dragon that roared incessantly.
Seeing the golden and shimmering dragon, Norman was somewhat stunned. He hadn’t expected it to be unleashed by a Second Level Tribulator cultivator.
Meanwhile, Pablo merely looked at the golden dragon that burst forth from Jared with mockery in his eyes.
