The Man's Decree

Cameron leaped into the air and shot his hand out at Phaethon. That blow carried infinite power, for he intended to take the
latter’s life.
The sudden attack took all the Five Slayers by surprise. Typhon was the first to react. He promptly shot his hand out and met
Cameron’s blow.
Bang! As the two hands collided, a terrifying aura burst forth and swiftly spread in all directions. Like a sickle, it harvested the
lives of the cultivators around them.
One could only imagine the force produced by two Ninth Level Body Fusion Realm cultivators at their peaks when they battled
on that cramped altar. Jared, Sunny, and the others hastily released their spiritual energy and formed a shield to block off the
terrifying force.
The other cultivators likewise used various methods to protect themselves. Unfortunately, some injured and dying cultivators had
no ability to protect themselves. The aura swept over them. They were instantly crushed and turned into a pile of powder.
Several rays of white light again rose and shot up into the sky before disappearing into thin air. Jared had been keeping an eye
on things, so he noticed that the capabilities of any cultivator who died would turn into a ray of white light before getting
absorbed.
Following that exchange of blows, Cameron stumbled back two steps while Typhon went flying. Injured in the first place, Typhon
was on the losing end to fight Cameron head-on.
“Typhon!”
The others quickly helped Typhon up. “How audacious of you to attack someone from the Demon Seal Alliance, Cameron! You
must be sick of living!”
With a roar, Woodley geared up to make a move against Cameron.
“Stop!” Typhon stopped Woodley from doing so. Then, he turned to Cameron with puzzlement and asked, “What’s the meaning
of this, Mr. Nesser? Why did you suddenly attack us?”
“You’ve still got the nerve to ask me that? Ask your companions what they have done!”

Cameron glared at Phaethon with fury blazing in his eyes. Shifting his gaze to Phaethon, Typhon questioned, “What did you do,
Phaethon?”
“Nothing. That kid of the Nesser family dared to fight me for a mystical herb, so I burned him to death,” Phaethon answered
nonchalantly. The instant Typhon heard that, his brows creased.
When Cameron saw that Phaethon was still acting blithe despite killing his son, his wrath blazed even hotter.
“I want you to pay for my son’s life with yours!”
Cameron bellowed.
“I hope you can calm down, Mr. Nesser,” Typhon urged. “Calm down? Could you calm down if I were to kill your son?” Cameron
barked.
“If you insist on making a move, Mr. Nesser, do you think you and your worthless subordinates are our match?” Typhon asked,
his expression going cold.
Cameron stared at him without saying anything. With all Five Slayers there then, the few men of the Nesser family he had
brought were not their match.
He was utterly livid right then. He could not defeat them, yet he could not allow his son to die unavenged either. For a moment,
he plunged into a dilemma.
Meanwhile, Jared was over the moon upon seeing that the Nesser family had fallen out with the Five Slayers, Since he injured
Typhon, the Five Slayers would never let him off the hook. Regretfully, he, Sunny, and those of the Tall family alone were not
their match.
But if they were to join hands with the Nesser family and the rest of the wandering cultivators, they would not have to fear
Typhon’s revenge.
“You Five Slayers are downright despicable to throw your weight around and kill other cultivators at will!” Jared stepped forward
with his men just then. “If you want to take revenge, Mr. Nesser, we can work together. Then, you’ll stand a chance.”
His words stunned Cameron. Even Typhon was taken aback, for he had never expected Jared to propose a collaboration with
Cameron.

After all, he had join forces with the latter to deal with Jared just an hour ago. In the blink of an eye, things had changed.
Nonetheless, there were no eternal friends in the Ethereal Realm. All that existed was perpetual interests. The enemy of one’s
enemy is a friend.