The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5850

"Bloodshed?" Celladin's mouth curved in a blade-thin smile. "To my people, outsiders are insects, crushed beneath a heel without remorse. Killing a handful of insects is no burden on my conscience..."

"Surrender that sword, seal your cultivation, and accompany me to the palace for judgment. Do so, and I may spare the two behind you. Refuse..."

He snapped his wrist. The crystal sword hummed, and frost crawled across the ground in a heartbeat, racing toward Jared and his companions. "And this place will become your grave!"

Power detonated from Celladin's body. A deep bass note thrummed through heaven and earth.

Within a three-thousand-meter radius, the world lost all color, plunging into absolute silence and unbearable cold.