Bertholas was shocked and angry when looking at James. He waved his hand and shouted, “Wait, let’s clarify things before resorting to violence.”

“What are we waiting for?” asked James impatiently. “Do you have any last words?”

“James Caden...” Bertholas roared, “Are you sure you’re doing this under the orders of Gladwin?”

“Of course,” James sighed softly. “This is the command we’ve received. Given our relationship, I’ll grant you the time to make your final arrangements and organize your army. Then, we’ll initiate our attack to usher you into reincarnation.”

“You... you’re simply...” Bertholas’ words were cut off as he saw a Truett rising behind James. A Sword Energy descended from the sky towards him.

Bertholas immediately recoiled in fear.

Seeing this, Truett burst into laughter. “So, this is the successor of the Javerigh Sect, known as the top talent. Seems quite underwhelming, doesn’t he?”

“He’s not scared by your Sword Energy, but rather by the terrifying power of the three