The Man's Decree

Zordey’s mind was buzzing as he stared at Fayzon, whose survival was still unknown. How could Jared launch Fayzon, a
Tribulator cultivator, away with a single punch? This is ridiculous!
The elders of the Demon Seal Alliance were unsure of what to say, their mouths agape. Zordey gulped and didn’t dare to look
straight at Jared. For a moment, no one dared to lay their eyes on Jared or speak.
Suddenly, Fayzon coughed, proving that he was still alive. Seeing that he was alive, the disciples of the Demon Seal Alliance
rushed over to him and helped him up.
Fayzon’s face was pale, and there was a dent in his chest. He appeared so weak that he seemed he would die at any moment.
The Demon Seal Alliance’s disciples helped Fayzon as he walked over. Rage and confusion filled Fayzon’s eyes as he glowered
at Jared.
“Kill him! Everyone kill him!” he roared with all his might before coughing out blood, becoming even weaker.
The four elders of Demon Seal Alliance had no choice but to obey Fayzon’s command and arrived before Jared in a fighting
stance.
Even though four of them were against Jared, a single person, the arrogance that once dominated their eyes had been replaced
by wariness.
When Renault and Montane Daemon noticed Jared was surrounded by four Demon Seal Alliance elders, they joined in as well.
Though it was three against four, Jared’s group wasn’t afraid. After all, the four elders were only First or Second Level Tribulator
cultivators. Jared’s group could handle them.
Seeing that even Renault and Montane Daemon had participated in the battle, the four elders grimaced. They were well aware
that there was no chance of them winning against Jared’s group.
Upon witnessing that situation, Fayzon could also tell his elders were destined to fail. Thus, he set his sights on Zordey. “Aren’t
you going to command your family’s expert to help out, Zordey?”
Zordey swiftly shook his head. “Mr. Leaveden, this is a matter between the Demon Seal Alliance and Jared. The Zupakie family
has nothing to do with this. Besides, wiping out Demonic Cultivators is the Demon Seal Alliance’s thing. I’m not getting involved
in this.”

The scene of Jared punching Fayzon earlier had spooked Zordey. Fayzon was naturally enraged by Zordey’s words. “If you
aren’t joining, what are you and your family’s Tribulator cultivators here for?”
“Can’t I bring my people here to watch the show? Is it illegal for me to do so?” Zordey no longer feared Fayzon when the latter
appeared to be on the verge of death.
Fayzon was so p*ssed off by Zordey that he coughed out another mouthful of blood.
“Jared, I only brought my people here to watch the show. I’ve no interest in standing in your way. Just forget what I said on the
spirit ship.” Zordey retreated with his family’s Tribulator cultivators and stood with the other cultivators.
The wandering cultivators, who had planned to eliminate the Demonic Cultivators with the Demon Seal Alliance, also retreated.
Fayzon had summoned over a hundred cultivators to help him. Yet, at that moment, only a dozen people from the Demon Seal
Alliance were left to face Jared’s group.
Jared smirked at Zordey’s attitude. It seems he’s not an idiot and knows how to read the situation. I know strength is what
matters in Ethereal Realm. If I hadn’t displayed my overwhelming strength, those one-hundred-plus cultivators would’ve
slaughtered us.
Fayzon was somewhat dumbfounded. There was no way his small Demon Seal Alliance group could defeat Jared’s party. After
all, Montane Daemon was a Third Level Tribulator cultivator, making him the most powerful among all.