A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4077

“Just leave it to me…”

With a nonchalant smile, Jared’s spiritual energy exploded all at once, and then, he clenched his fist tightly.

The fist shimmered with a golden light, reminiscent of a blinding sun.

“Sacred Light Fist…”

With a single punch thrown, a massive fist shadow was headed straight toward Tiberius.

With a single punch, Jared had astonishingly shattered Tiberius’ palm strike.

Tiberius was slightly taken aback. Only after their true engagement did he realize that Jared, a Fifth Level Tribulator, was not as he appeared in terms of strength.

“Brat, with your Tribulator Realm, you managed to slay Mr. Talbot and that Berthold. You certainly do have some real skills. However, the ones you’ve killed were all members of my Ghost Mask Sect. Therefore, you owe me an explanation…”

After Tiberius finished speaking, a hum echoed through the sky. Following this, a void materialized from thin air, rapidly forming into a massive ghost mask.

The ghost mask was as large as a small mountain, constantly contorting. The pair of eyes on the ghost mask seemed to be alive, ceaselessly staring at Jared as if trying to see right through him.

Under the scrutiny of these eyes, everyone else lowered their heads, as if they had been completely seen through, with no secrets left to tell.

An invisible pressure was constantly emanating from that ghost mask.

Every cultivator felt as though they were being crushed under the weight of mountains and rivers, making it incredibly difficult for them to even breathe.

Some of the less powerful cultivators had already started to falter, collapsing to the ground one after another.

Even Dario and the others were visibly distressed, struggling to hold on. The appearance of this ghost mask cast a pall of intimidation over the entire Violet Flame Sect.

That formidable, domineering, and terrifying aura made everyone dare not make the slightest move.

The expression on Gael’s face was also incredibly unpleasant.

Everyone’s eyes were filled with terror, and not a single person dared to look directly at that ghost mask.

Only Jared was there, looking up, his eyes devoid of even a trace of fear.

“Brat, you’ve got quite the backbone…”

Within the confines of a sealed space, or within the consciousness field, the lingering soul remnant of the Vermilion Demon Lord could roam freely.

Upon seeing Jared lift his head high without a trace of fear, Tiberius continued to exert his dominance, controlling that ghost mask.

Boom!

Jared could only feel his breath quickening, his body stiffening slightly. It felt as if the entire sky was bearing down on him.

This indescribable force caused Jared’s entire skeleton to creak, yet Jared remained standing!

Jared was seen gritting his teeth, his eyes burning with a fierce red glow. The physical endurance he had gained from his past trials and tribulations was evident in this moment.

The various spiritual energies within him were constantly in motion, and the flame aura from the Divine Flame Seal was incessantly erupting, shielding Jared from this oppressive force!

“Brat,” he said, “The flame aura within this Divine Flame Seal can aid your cultivation. Don’t waste it here. Let me go out and handle it for you.” Vermilion Demon Lord followed Jared, and spoke.

Vermilion Demon Lord was yearning to leave Jared’s consciousness field at that moment. He longed to gallivant freely in the realm between heaven and earth.