“Mr. Cunningham!”
As Gael called out, Rohan instantly understood the implication. With a swift gesture of his hands, a massive arcane array gradually formed, enclosing Jared and Berthold within it.
At the same time, both Gael and Harlan acted simultaneously. A light curtain shot up into the sky, creating a barrier that isolated everyone else on the outside.
Even though their political views differed, none of them wished for the downfall of the Violet Flame Sect.
By isolating the rest like this, they could prevent the fight’s repercussions from harming the numerous disciples of the sect.
“Jared, I have no idea how you can have such guts to make audacious claims like these, but rest assured, I’ll show you just how powerful I can be!”
After Berthold finished speaking, an aura of darkness began to emerge from him. In an instant, the dark aura transformed into a longsword, which he then held in his hand.
At the same time, his face began to contort, a faintly discernible ghost mask surfacing over his features.
With this, there was no need for further words.
Even a fool could tell who was colluding with the Ghost Mask Sect.
The accusations Harlan had thrown at the elders were now falling apart on their own.
“Harlan, your son is actually a member of the Ghost Mark Sect, and yet you dare slander others! You really have no shame.”
Gael’s face flushed with rage as he berated Harlan.
The latter remained silent, his expression grave as he watched the battlefield.
If there were signs of Berthold being overpowered, he wouldn’t hesitate to toss the Divine Flame Seal over to him.
The Divine Flame Seal had already accepted its master. Since Berthold shared the same bloodline with Harlan, there was absolutely no issue with the former using the seal.
“Look at you, neither human nor ghost. Just the thought of fighting you makes me feel sick!”
With a dismissive smirk, Jared casually drew out his Dragonslayer Sword.
“Let’s see how long you can keep up this stubborn act…”
With a furious roar, Berthold released a surge of dark energy, causing their entire surroundings to be shrouded in thick, ominous fog.
Meanwhile, the man himself had transformed into a giant black beast. Wielding his longsword, he charged toward Jared.
The towering figure that stood several tens of feet tall, appeared like a mountain in front of Jared.
It seemed as though the entire group of black mist consisted of Berthold’s shadow clone.
His longsword was over thirty feet long. In an instant, it tore through the void, emitting a wild roar.
As Berthold launched his attack, an icy gaze flickered in Jared’s eyes.
The latter always held an air of superiority over his enemies, yet he was strategic in his approach towards them. He never truly underestimated any of his opponents.
The Dragonslayer Sword radiated a brilliant light as an enchanting aura of profound mystique emanated from it.
“Sword technique: Nine Shadows.”
Jared’s eyes gleamed, accompanied by a swift swing of the Dragonslayer Sword.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a burst of white light flashed on either side of Jared, and identical replicas of himself appeared one after another.
There were now a total of six Jareds, each wielding the Dragonslayer Sword.
They all bore the same aura and appearance.
Six swords simultaneously pointed at the giant beast that Berthold had transformed into.
Upon seeing six identical Jared appear out of nowhere, everyone was left dumbfounded.
“What… What’s going on? Why are there six Jareds?”
Juliet was utterly baffled.
She was fond of Jared, but now that there were so many versions of him, which one did she truly like?
Which one is the real Jared?
If all of them were real, I don’t think I’d be able to handle it…
At that thought, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Looking at Juliet’s scarlet face, the Gael seemed to have understood what she was thinking. “Silly girl, these are merely illusions. There is only one real Jared!”
Harlan also smiled frostily after a brief moment of surprise.
Using such illusions to intimidate others is simply futile!
In the face of sheer power, all illusions are nothing but in vain!
Just as he sneered coldly, all six Jared sprang into action.
Swish, swish, swish.
Six streams of sword energy surged forth, momentarily shimmering with a golden light. They clashed relentlessly with the imposing black longsword, resulting in a spectacular explosion.
