The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5986

Pillars of Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice jutted up from the center, each streaked with old, dark blood.

Breath misted around Jared, tasting of iron and frost, this was the Execution Platform.

Jared edged closer to the wooden railing, the rough grain biting his palms as he looked down. Thousands of robed cultivators jammed the plaza, locals, drifters, people with nowhere else to stare at someone else‘s doom.

Directly ahead, the Ice-Jade Throne shimmered on its dais, its surface sweating cold light, and yet the seat, sharp, arrogant, waited empty.

The absence told Jared the City Lord had not arrived; the plaza held its breath around that single, glittering vacancy.