Such an effortless destruction of the formation made Drake‘s expression change on the spot.
He could see that Jared had used almost no spiritual energy at all, the feat was accomplished purely by overwhelming physical strength and the pressure of a divine soul.
“Body Sanctification? Are you from the Barbaric Clan?” Suspicion and surprise colored Drake’s voice.
He recognized the raw, brutal force as the work of the Barbarian Body-Refinement Manual, unique to that clan. The Barbaric Clan had never borne any grudges against Destiny Sect, in fact, their relations were rather cordial.
Why, then, would a clansman show up to wreak havoc?
Drake truly could not fathom it.
“The Barbaric Clan?” Jared’s lips curled into a mocking arc. “In this Third Heaven, the Barbaric Clan exists no more.”
“What do you mean by that?” Drake asked, utterly confused.
“Nothing complicated. Take it at the literal meaning, that’s all,” Jared responded with a faint, almost casual smile.
Drake’s brows drew together as questioned, “Are you claiming you wiped out the entire Barbaric Clan?”
“That’s correct,” Jared answered with a small nod.
“Drake, don’t let brag his way into your head,” the elder who had arranged the formation scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. “With the meager strength just showed, is it even possible could exterminate the Barbaric Clan? Even if our Destiny Sect mobilized its full force, taking that clan down would still cost us considerable time.”
Although Jared had unraveled the elder’s formation, that alone hardly proved possessed the power to annihilate the Barbaric Clan.
Jared turned to the elder and asked evenly, “So you don’t believe me?”
“Of course I don’t! A man like you destroying the Barbaric Clan? You…” The elder never finished his sentence, a flash of golden light exploded before his eyes.
No one had time to react. In the next heartbeat Jared, Dragonslayer Sword already in hand, unleashed a blade of sword energy.
The elder’s eyes went round as watched his own body split cleanly in two, both halves thudding heavily to the ground.
“How dare you! You killed an elder of our Destiny Sect…”
Seeing the scene, the remaining disciples sprang forward, ready to strike Jared down.
Drake hurried to block them, shouting, “Everyone, stand back!”
Jared had just slain a Destiny Sect elder as easily as snapping a twig, clearly, none of them possessed the strength to contend with him.
At least Drake had the sense to restrain the crowd, had not, most of them would already be corpses.
“Sir, you have repeatedly slain disciples of Destiny Sect. For what reason? As far as I know, we have no grudge between us,” Drake pressed, determined to learn why Jared was set on opposing their sect
“Because of him…”
With an almost lazy flick, Jared tossed something through the air, the severed head of Lefwald, Destiny Sect’s own sect leader, letting it roll across the stone floor.
“Mr. Lefwald!” The cry burst from every disciple’s throat at once, shock paralyzed them.
Their sect leader had stood at the Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine, how could have fallen so easily?
“Your sect leader joined forces with the Barbaric Clan and Bloodshadow Palace to ambush me, hoping to seize the magical items I took from the ancient ruins. The three of them were outmatched and paid with their lives,” Jared stated matter-of-factly. “If they could come after my treasures, am I not entitled to wipe their sects from the map?”
Drake’s face turned an ashen gray. The Barbaric Clan, Bloodshadow Palace, and their own Destiny Sect had fielded three Level Nine Wandering Immortals, yet Jared had slain them all.
The depth of his power was terrifying beyond measure, and Drake knew the people assembled here had no chance of stopping him.
“Mr. Fontane, I humbly request your presence, now!” Drake thrust out a stream of aura that shot straight into Destiny Peak.
A deafening rumble followed, the entire mountain shock as a Jagged fissure split the peak apart.
A moment later, a golden streak tore across the sky and landed before Jared.
The newcomer was an elderly man In a royal-purple robe embroidered with nine coiling dragons, a lustrous purple-gold crown upon his brow. It was the previous sect leader, Fontane, a cultivator at the Wandering Immortal Realm Top Level Nine.
