However, Jared simply waved his hand, then turned to gaze into the void, speaking softly, “No need to say more. They’re here…”
The void trembled momentarily, followed by the gradual emergence of Octavion’s figure with Lorelei by his side.
They were trailed by twelve black-robed figures, each of them at least at Ultimate Realm Level Five. Every one of them held a sword, radiating murderous intent.
Talcott was following behind the cultivators in black. Even though he couldn’t leave, it was prudent for him to keep a considerable distance.
Jared locked eyes with Octavion, both of them simultaneously furrowing their brows slightly.
Octavion, with a furrowed brow, remarked, “Ultimate Realm Level Two?”
I was previously told that Jared was merely a Ninth Level Tribulator. How on earth did he suddenly become an Ultimate Realm Level Two cultivator?
Octavion even thought he had gotten the wrong person, for he had never met Jared before.
Meanwhile, Bernard, too, was taken aback. He hadn’t noticed before, but now, he realized that in just a few days, Jared had actually advanced to Ultimate Realm Level Two. The speed of this advancement was simply beyond comprehension.
Talcott, who was trailing at the end, was equally shocked, his mouth agape.
Pointing at Jared, he stuttered, “Jared, how… how did you suddenly become an Ultimate Realm Level Two cultivator?”
Jared, however, did not pay any attention to Talcott. Instead, he turned to Octavion and asked, “Are you looking for me?”
At that point, Jared couldn’t care less about Talcott.
Octavion gave a slight nod. “I am Octavion form Tenth Hall…”
Octavion courteously gestured towards Jared.
Upon witnessing this scene, everyone was somewhat taken aback, wondering if Octavion was no longer seeking revenge on Jared.
He seemed polite, showing no hints of hostility.
Jared responded with a respectful gesture, saying, “I’m Jared…”
“Jared, could we perhaps speak in private?”
Octavion suggested.
He wants to talk privately with Jared? What in the world in going on?
Bernard and the others were all somewhat bewildered.
In truth, even Jared himself was a little baffled.
He couldn’t figure out what Octavion was really up to.
Could it be that he isn’t looking to cause me trouble?
“Alright!” Jared nodded in agreement.
“Mr. Chance…”
Bernard was quick to voice his objection.
No matter what, the enemy was an Ultimate Realm Level Nine cultivator. Even with Jared’s recent advancement to Ultimate Realm Level Two, it was quite a challenge to face someone of such caliber.
Moreover, they were clueless about Octavion’s true intentions. If there was a trap, Jared would very well be in danger.
Jared, however, waved his hand, signaling Bernard to not interfere. He then turned toward Octavion, inviting the latter forward.
The figures of the two individuals quickly vanished.
At that moment, the remaining individuals from Allardland and the men from Tenth Hall exchanged bewildered glances.
Both leaders had left, leaving them with no choice but to wait. Hence, no one dared to make a move.
At that moment, Jared was walking side by side with Octavion. There was no sign of animosity between the two. Instead, they appeared as if they were old friends who had known each other for years.
“Aren’t you going to kill me?” Jared was the first to speak.
“Why should I want to kill you?” Octavion said with a slight smile.
“I killed Tavon…”
Jared spoke candidly. He knew that Tavon was a significant figure within Tenth Hall.
“So what?” Octavion still wore a faint smile on his face.
“I’ve killed someone from Tenth Hall. If you’re not here to seek revenge, then what do you want from me?”
Jared’s curiosity had gotten the better of him.
What on earth is this guy up to? He should just spit it out and stop beating around the bush!
“I sought you out merely out of curiosity,” Octavion stated, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Jared. “You carry the aura of three races within you. Do you also possess the demonic fire wielded by the demons?”
“Are you referring to this?”
A flicker of demonic fire began to pulse in Jared’s palm.
Upon seeing a demon, Octavion’s usually impassive demeanor finally revealed a hint of shock. At the same time, the blade in his hand began to tremble upon sensing the demonic aura.
