"Jared... You can't kill me..." His voice shook. "I'm the Hall Master of the Tribunal. I'm the celestials' representative in the Fifteenth Firmament. If you kill me, the celestials will never let you go."
Jared looked at him and said nothing for a moment. There was nothing in his eyes but cold stillness. It hit so hard that the Tribunal Venerable's body jolted.
"The celestials won't let me go?" Jared's voice stayed even. "When have your celestials ever let me go?"
He raised the Dragonslayer Sword and leveled the tip at the Tribunal Venerable. "From the moment you oppressed the Ghost Clan in the Pyre Chasm, from the moment you enslaved the Frost Deity Branch in the northern mine, from the moment you sent an army to besiege the Skywolf Tribe, and from the moment you started killing so many innocent people, you should've known this day was coming."
The Tribunal Venerable's face turned paper-white.
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