The Fifth Level Tribulator 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.
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 Tribulator among many formidable cultivators, his audacity seemed reckless.
“Very well, since you’ve admitted it, you’ve left me no choice,” the Fifth Level Tribulator declared 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 he launched 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 Tribulator could react.
Thwack!
The force of Jared’s counterattack was overwhelming. With a thunderous impact, the Fifth Level Tribulator 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 blaze of demonic fire erupted, ensnaring the soul remnant in its merciless grasp.
The chilling wails echoed through the air as the flames 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 Tribulator 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 claim the Demon Seal Alliance’s bounty, make your move now,” he declared, his voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade.
Under the weight of Jared’s stern stare, many of the cultivators lowered their heads uneasily.
In that moment, they comprehended why the Demon Seal Alliance had set such a generous reward for Jared’s demise, despite his comparatively 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 had come 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 Palace, but now, they found themselves facing death halfway through their journey.
“My friend, think it through. If it really comes 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 invaluable communication 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.
