Chapter 366


    The torrential river of blood surged forward, roaring over the wilderness, forcefully advancing three


    thousand meters.


    Lord Viperbane, in a fury of strikes, tore through the swathes of blood mist but was still forced back


    step by step until, atst, the blood dissipated. He finally managed to stop. Looking disheveled and


    panting heavily, he stood defiantly in mid-air, ring at the distant horizon. "Stop messing with me,


    old man!"


    "An old man, yet I''ve pushed you back three thousand meters. Where do you find the audacity to


    im kingship?"


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    "Insolence! Do you think I fear you?!" Lord Viperbane bellowed in rage. The audacity of being


    publicly humiliated boiled within him.


    "I indeed believe so, care to test me again?" Jarad scoffed. His eyes suddenly narrowed into


    predatory slits, sinister and evil. In an instant, a fierce wind howled, whipping his hair and clothes


    wildly, as the scent of blood returned, carried by the wind sweeping across the vast wilderness.


    Many hidden warriors felt their blood course violently as if threatening to burst from their bodies.


    Lord Viperbane braced for battle, with a stern expression on his face. His fists creaked as he


    clenched them tight, and his cold gaze locked on Jarad.


    From three thousand meters away, Jarad stood in cold confrontation, his vertical pupils seeming to


    house thunderclouds in turmoil, his killing intent palpable. His aura continued to rise, burning like


    mes, warping the space around him, while the clouds above once again churned, turning into


    swathes of blood red, enveloping the evening sky like a vast crimson river, and threatening to drown


    the world.


    The stunning scene and terrifying divine might made all bear witness anew to the formidable power


    of the Bloodlore Commander.


    "Archmage... Stage VIII..." Lord Viperbane''s face twisted into an ugly grimace. Had that old


    curmudgeon broken through again?


    Even the Commander of Cobalt Strike stood aghast, his face nching. Was that the energy of


    Archmage Stage VIII? Was Jarad now on par with the realm of the Ster Precepts Commander?


    When had the breakthrough urred, and why was there no forewarning?


    Tobin lurked in the shadows, and his teeth clenched as he whispered venomously, "Damnation, he''s


    targeted Lord Viperbane right upon arrival. Could he be after the Kings'' eptance?"


    In the blink of an eye, high above, Jarad suddenly transformed into five blood-red afterimages,


    shooting toward five different directions.


    Color drained from everyone’s face. Lord Viperbane, the Grand Elder, the Floral Enchantress


    Commander, the Cobalt Strike Commander, and even the whispering Tobin all braced themselves,


    tense and alert, none understanding Jarad''s true purpose for being there.


    Whoosh!


    The five afterimages split and reformed, converging deep in the wilderness at the very location


    where Tobin hid.


    "Commander Jarad..." Tobin''s pupils contracted, his heart skipping a beat in terror.


    "Do you think you can meddle in the affairs of the Eight Orders and the Five Lords, you mangy cur?


    Begone!" Jarad''s hand struck Tobin''s face with a sudden, fierce, and savage blow.


    With a sickening crunch, Tobin''s head snapped around. His right cheek looked like a mangled mess


    of flesh and bone, and his teeth, mixed with blood, sttered in the air. His gaunt body was hurled


    from the ground, whirling through the air like a leaf caught in a tempest, spinning with rming


    speed. Jarad''s wrathful p had nearly shattered Tobin''s skull, and the tremendous force carried


    him screaming across the deste wilderness.


    "Halt!" Lord Viperbane bellowed in rage, his feet pounding the void as he lunged toward Jarad.


    "Save me!" Tumbling through the air, Tobin managed to rouse himself, calling out in desperation. As


    an Archmage, he unleashed his energy in a furious cascade, regaining control over his body, his


    plea for help piercing the air. But just as Tobin halted and cried out, his body froze in ce, his heart


    pounded, and he spun around abruptly.


    Jarad was right behind him, hair flowing, vertical pupils gleaming with a demonic light, an aura of


    malevolence about him. In the moment of Tobin''s horrified turn, Jarad''s fist exploded forward, a


    direct hit to Tobin''s head. Enveloped in a whirl of bloody energy, the fist drilled into Tobin''s skull with


    the ferocity of a terrifying auger, solidly pulverizing his head.