The Man's Decree

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Chapter 764 Vanquish Evil

“Are you from the Bloodmage Sect or the Darklight Sect?” Curtis questioned as he eyed Jared

cautiously.

If Jared were from either of the two sects, he wouldn’t dare kill him as he pleased. After all, the two sects

were vicious. If he really made an enemy of them, he would be in great trouble. When his mentor learned

about it, he would certainly be torn a new strip.

He was presently a renowned figure in Turcoln, so he had to be exceedingly careful in his deeds, lest he

wrecked his future.

“I’m neither from the Bloodmage Sect nor the Darklight Sect. If you’re afraid, get down on your knees

obediently. Perhaps I’ll take mercy on you,” Jared drawled with a faint smile.

“Hmph! How arrogant! So what even if you’re truly a Demonic Cultivator? Turcoln is a righteous

organization, and we specialize in dealing with Demonic Cultivators like you!” Curtis snorted.

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He then removed the Dragon Crushing Formation and drew a sword instead. The sword was ancient and

black, so its material was unascertained at a single glance. Nonetheless, charms were drawn onto its

body with a red cinnabar rosary.

“This is the Sword of Evil, used specially to vanquish Demonic Cultivators like you!”

While saying that, he lifted the sword to chest level. Condensing his energy, he swung it through the air.

Whoosh!

It was as though a tear opened in the air, and a whistling sound of a blade cutting through air rang out.

An intense burst of energy shot out from the body of the sword. In concert, its charms seeming came

alive right that moment. They all left the sword and blended into the energy, streaking toward Jared.

As the energy zapped through, everything was split in half. Even the hard marble floor had a deep crack

on it right then.

Crack!

The energy slashed right at Jared, and a crisp crack split the air. Nevertheless, he remained unharmed

despite a tear on his clothes.

While the energy didn’t hurt him, the charms mixed in there swirled around him, incessantly flashing red.

“The heaven and earth are the fundament and origin of all things. Everything in this world is from the

same source. We practice our way through hundreds of millions of trails to prove our powerful and

sacred beliefs. Ghosts and demons shall be terrorized. Spirits and monsters shall disintegrate. We slay

monsters and wipe out demons, destroying their bodies and shattering their souls…” Curtis kept

chanting, veins popping up on his forehead, even as sweat started dripping down his face.

Since the burst of energy earlier couldn’t hurt Jared, he could only depend on the charms.

Following his increased speed of incantation, the charms circled Jared all the faster, and the red glow

grew all the brighter.

“Vanquish evil!”

He gave a roar, upon which the charms suddenly attached themselves to Jared.

Jared was enveloped in the red light, and the charms affixed themselves to him like tattoos.

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Glancing at the man, Curtis saw that the charm seemingly had no effect on him despite having attached

themselves to his body. There’s no reaction from him. Logically speaking, this isn’t possible!

He frowned and quickly started chanting once more.

At the sight of him sweating profusely, Jared sneered, “What an idiot!”

With a slight shake of his body, the charms on him scattered in an instant, fluttering on the wind and

causing a crack on the ground around him.

Curtis’ pupils constricted, and he swung the Sword of Evil in his hand. Those scattered charms promptly

returned to the sword once more. However, their color had dulled significantly.

He gaped at Jared incredulously. He blocked the burst of energy from my sword earlier, and he has now

broken free from the charms effortlessly. Isn’t this just too powerful?

The Sword of Evil was a treasured magical item of Turcoln. It was only because of Curtis’ extraordinary

talent that his mentor, Declan, passed the sword to him. Although he wasn’t at the Senior rank yet, the

average Demonic Cultivator wasn’t his match. Before that day, he had never once met any Demonic

Cultivator who wasn’t afraid of the Sword of Evil in his hands.

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