Chapter 367


    The wilderness was silent, as still as death itself.


    All eyes were focused on Tobin''s shattered head, the shocking scene halting many a heartbeat in


    an instant. Even Lord Viperbane stood rooted to the spot on the path, staring fixedly at the ghastly


    sight a kilometer away.


    Was Tobin dead?!


    Had Jarad in the leader of Amber Valley with a single punch?!


    The assassins lurking in the shadows of Amber Valley nched as the invincible image of their


    leader shattered. They stood frozen, mouths agape in disbelief.


    The Floral Enchantress Commander furrowed her brows. The old rogue was getting crueler by the


    day, not even bothering to investigate or ask questions before killing Tobin. Poor Tobin, the once-


    renowned Assassin King of the Nortnds, met such an end without a chance to resist.


    The Cobalt Strike Commander''s expression was peculiar. While they had released a breath of


    malice, Jarad''s fierce surprise attack was still startling.


    "Fools overreach themselves," Jarad''s slit pupils were cold and cruel, flickering with a sinister,


    otherworldly light. He raised his hand, and a heavy mist of blood swirled from Tobin''s corpse,


    drawing out his life force to form a blood-red Gore Nectar in the blink of an eye. The size of a


    thumb, it pulsed with astonishing vitality. Though Tobin was aged, the flesh of an Archmage was still


    potent nourishment. This shall be a gift for his cherished granddaughter.


    "Jarad! You dare to craft Gore Nectar in public!" The Floral Enchantress Commander rebuked him.


    Such brutal dark magic was strictly forbidden in the Nortnds, but few interfered out of fear of


    Bloodlore''s might, so long as they didn''t overstep too grossly. Yet today, Jarad had refined the valley


    chieftain into Gore Nectar before everyone''s eyes, an act too cruel for the Floral Enchantress


    Commander to stomach.


    "He meddled in the affairs of the Eight Orders and Five Lords. I''ve been merciful in not grinding him


    to feed the hounds." Jarad swept a cold gaze across the distant wilderness. The Amber Valley


    assassins prostrated themselves, trembling and silent. They were usually proud, but at that


    moment, they were truly afraid.


    The onlookers from afar were equally shaken.


    "Truly, he''s the most fearsome man of the Nortnds; the show hasn''t even started, and he''s


    already in the chieftain of Amber Valley."


    "Best to give Bloodlore a wide berth from now on, a bunch of madmen."


    "Amber Valley won''t let this slide. They might not dare seek vengeance against Jarad, but they''ll


    surely try to assassinate other Bloodlore Protégés."


    "Has Bloodlore ever feared anyone?"


    "Jarad''s truly fierce! He killed Tobin right in front of Lord Viperbane!"


    "The Eight Orders unite againstmon foes. Some take the union lightly, like the Floral


    Enchantress Commander, while others take it seriously, like the Bloodlore Commander.”


    “The Floral Enchantress is made up of only women, so naturally they seek no quarrels."


    Lord Viperbane, irate, said, "Jarad, you ughtered the chieftain of Amber Valley without fear of


    their retribution?"


    "You interfered with the Cobalt Strike rebellion without fear of being devoured by the Eight Orders!"


    Jarad''s tone was icy, and his words were edged with lethal intent. He nced at the Grand Elder


    from afar. "Ambition of a great predator without the fate to match, pitiful wretch."


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    "We are all wolves. Drop your act. vin is in Stormcast. Do you desire it? It won''t be easy," the


    Grand Elder said impassively, not panicking over Tobin''s death, but his frown deepened with


    annoyance that their advantage had decreased significantly.


    Jarad sneered, "Shameless, with no regard for the Organization''s rules. It''s no wonder Cobalt Strike


    has produced so few outstanding talents in recent years."


    His words not only struck the Grand Elder''s face but also left Commander Kashann flushed with


    embarrassment.


    The Grand Elder retorted coldly, "If it''s a fight you want, then let’s fight! Spare us your babble! You,


    Jarad, are no saint either."


    "Commander Kashann, shall I cleanse your house for you, or will you do it yourself?"


    “There’s no need to trouble yourself, Commander Jarad. Give me a few days to recuperate, and I


    will personally y this traitor!” Commander Kashann was somewhat relieved. At least Jarad was


    not after vin.


    Jarad chuckled coolly, "Very well, we shall wait three to five days. When the champions of the


    Nortnds gather, we shall all witness the face of this rebellious, shameless man, and let all


    remember his visage."


    Even the Grand Elder, with his deep schemes, turned ashen with humiliation. Jarad’s words had cut


    deep into his heart.


    Lord Viperbane''s fighting spirit soared to the heavens, and he warned the Grand Elder, "Stop


    wasting words with him. I''ll hold him off while you break into Stormcast and seize vin!"


    They must seize vin before the other Organizations arrived. The longer they dyed, the more


    forces would gather, and taking vin would be increasingly difficult.


    The Grand Elder nced at Stormcast. What had be of the assassin they sent in? Why was


    there no word yet? Had they already taken vin and slipped away, or had some mishap urred?