The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5975

Jared's gaze hardened to flint. He lifted two fingers, aligned them, and traced a single, indifferent line through the air.

The hiss of severed flesh out the wind, a wet whistle that still rang in his ears as the sword completed its arc.

Malcolm's head spun upward, haloed by his own blood, while the torso dropped like a stone through the misted air. Even in death that face clung to its deranged grin, as if refusing to accept the verdict Jared had just pronounced.

A High Immortal Level Three, Lord of the Malevolent Path Hall, gone, severed by a single stroke that still trembled in Jared's wrist.

The mountain gate hovered inside a silence so thick Jared almost mistook it for deafness, nothing moved, nothing breathed, as if the world waited to see whether its own heart still beat.