“I don’t know.” Octavion shook his head.
Jared was taken aback, but then he asked again, “Who is the overlord of Celestial Palace? Aside from the Tenth Hall, where are the other nine located?”
“I don’t know…”
Octavion still shook his head.
Jared looked at Octavion, his eyes filled with confusion.
Could it be that this guy is deliberately imitating me, claiming to know nothing about anything? But I really have no idea who Mr. Sanders really is. I wasn’t lying at all…
“You should at least know the strength of your overlord, right?”
Jared continued to inquire, but Octavion continued to shake his head.
“I don’t know. I think even my father doesn’t know. It’s not that I don’t want to answer your questions, it’s just that I can’t!”
“I understand.” Jared, observing Octavion’s expression, knew that the latter wasn’t lying.
The hierarchy within Celestial Palace was likely to be strict, making it virtually impossible for those at the bottom to understand or even begin to comprehend the happenings at the top.
After all, within Celestial Palace, Tenth Hall was considered to be at the bottom of the hierarchy.
“Now that we’ve gotten to know each other, and you’ve achieved what you came for, isn’t it time for you to leave?” Jared questioned.
Octavion had said he simply wanted to meet Jared, to see who the latter really was.
Now that they’ve met and gotten to know each other, Jared felt that Octavion should go.
“All of a sudden, I felt a bit restless. I thought maybe we could spar a little. We can restrict it to touch sparring.”
Octavion was eager to find out if Jared could really defeat a Top Level Ultimate Realm Level Nine cultivator.
However, if they were to fight for real, Octavion was really worried about signing his own death warrant.
That was why he suggested a friendly spar with Jared, one that was just enough to test Jared’s abilities, without putting himself in any danger.
Jared looked at Octavion and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He had seen through Octavion’s little schemes from the start.
However, Jared was not afraid, so he nodded and said, “Alright! But I have one condition.”
Jared wouldn’t allow Octavion to take advantage of him for nothing, for the latter was crafty and Jared was no fool.
“What are your terms?” Octavion asked.
“Let’s wager some resources. Otherwise, a duel alone would be utterly pointless,” Jared proposed.
“Sure, it’s just that I left in a rush and didn’t bring much resources with me. In my item pouch, I only have ten thousand celestial crystals, I wonder if that would be enough?”
Octavion took out an item pouch and spoke.
“D*mn it!” Upon hearing the remark, Jared immediately cursed under his breath, labeling Octavion a nouveau riche. Then he looked at Octavion and said, “Ten thousand celestial crystals aren’t much, but I guess it will do.”
Though Jared was utterly shocked by the amount of celestial crystals, he couldn’t let it show.
“Since you’re agreeable, let’s get started. But remember, it’s touch sparring. If you end up hurting me, you won’t receive a single celestial crystal,” Octavion reminded once again.
Jared was undoubtedly taken aback. Octavion, despite being a Top Level Ultimate Realm Level Nine cultivator, was repeatedly urging him to hold back, to only spar lightly and not to harm him.
What is going on?
“Don’t worry. I know when to stop.”
Jared gave a nod.
As Jared’s words fell, the two figures moved, instantly creating a distance between them.
The atmosphere suddenly grew tense, as if the air around them had frozen solid. Even the faintest breeze had ceased, waiting for the extraordinary duel that was about to unfold.
Jared took a deep breath, his gaze becoming as sharp as an eagle’s. The spiritual energy within him surged forward in an unstoppable manner.
He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward. Accompanied by a soft chant, a majestic and ancient longsword gradually materialized from the void. It was none other than Jared’s Dragonslayer Sword.
The sword shimmered with a subtle azure gleam, a faint echo of a dragon’s roar reverberating from it, exuding an aura of dominance that suggested it could vanquish anything and triumph over all.
Upon witnessing the scene, Octavion narrowed his eyes, his face revealing an expression of disbelief.
As the son of the Tenth Hall overlord, he was worldly and knowledgeable. Naturally, he recognized the extraordinary nature of Dragonslayer Sword.
“Is… is this your magic sword?” Octavion’s voice quivered slightly, evidently taken aback by Jared’s unveiling of Dragonslayer Sword.
