A Man Like None Other novel Chapter 4080

Is this a joke? Am I really battling against the demon lord of the celestial realm?

Forget about dealing with his soul remnant, even if there was just a sliver of his spiritual sense left, it was beyond what he, a cultivator in the Ultimate Realm, could handle.

At last, Tiberius understood why Jared, a mere Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator was so extraordinary. Yet, Maurice and Berthold, both Ultimate Realm cultivators, had all met their deaths at the hands of Jared.

It was because a demon lord was living in his consciousness field. What was there for him to be afraid of then?

However, Tiberius was unaware that Jared wasn’t solely reliant on Vermilion Demon Lord.

Aside from his bloodline’s ability, Jared had many other weapons, items, and techniques at his disposal, such as the demonic fire soul essence, Dragon Bell, Divine Bow, and the Celestial Devourer who only knew how to eat but hardly did any work.

If the Celestial Devourer were to wake up, it would surely cause widespread devastation.

Meanwhile, the cosmos was the nascence space within Jared. Countless nascence star were awaiting for Jared to ignite them.

Those were all the things Jared relied on. The soul remnant of Vermilion Demon Lord wasn’t the only card up Jared’s sleeve.

Tiberius was oblivious to that. All he knew at that moment was Vermilion Demon Lord’s soul remnant, a celestial realm demon lord, had scared him witless.

“I was wrong, My Lord. I didn’t realize it was your divine soul and spoke disrespectfully thereby offending you,” Tiberius cried, pleading for mercy.

The impressive Tiberius, Ultimate Realm cultivator and sect leader of the Ghost Mask Sect with unmatched glory was weeping.

Seeing Tiberius’ cowardly demeanor, Vermilion Demon Lord instantly lost interest.

When Jared encountered him and found out about his identity, he didn’t burst into tears.

I can’t believe a f*cking coward like him is the sect leader!

“Coward, you bring f*cking shame to the demons! Get lost!”

Vermilion Demon Lord had lost interest in toying with Tiberius. With a simple wave of his hand, Tiberius’ illusory shadow vanished instantly.

Meanwhile, Tiberius opened his eyes, his forehead drenched in a cold sweat in the main hall of the Ghost Mask Sect.

Looking down, he noticed his pants were soaked.