At the Cultist Captain's furious roar, the remaining Cultists finally snapped out of their daze.
They immediately brandished their bloodstained weapons and slowly closed in on Jiahao, who stood alone.
In their eyes, this ragged country commoner who had just fallen off his horse was nothing more than a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Faced with the Cultists pressing ever closer.
Jiahao simply stood there, leisurely straightening the collar of his tattered robe.
He even had the leisure to brush his slightly tousled bangs back.
"I wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but all I got in return was even more brazen abuse!"
"You foolish villains! You forced me to break the seal!"
The instant Jiahao finished speaking!
The air around him began to warp violently. Great clouds of black ash appeared out of nowhere and swirled madly around his body.
Jiahao abruptly raised his head and clenched his right hand in midair.
An Ash Spear several meters long, pitch-black from end to end, with wild sparks dancing around its tip, instantly formed in his palm!
Jiahao held the spear horizontally behind him and planted one foot on the Cultist's corpse before him.
He swept a disdainful gaze over the completely stunned Cultists from his elevated position and sneered:
"I regret to inform you all..."
"From this moment on, your life valuation... has been forcibly reduced to zero."
A deathly silence fell over the scene.
The Cultists who had been howling about skinning Jiahao alive just moments before now looked as though someone had seized them by the throat.
Their eyes widened as they stared in terror at the man whose aura had suddenly surged.
"S-second tier?!"
The Cultist Captain looked as though he had seen a ghost, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets!
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