The Story Never Ends
Chapter 155 - Jared Falls Into Trouble

In the sky, outside the territory of the Thunderbolt Sect, Jared was flying in full speed towards the Demonic Beast Sect.

"How could she fall? I even gave her two puppets at the Nascent Soul Stage." He had been thinking about this the whole time.

"Did she try to enter that island?" He remembered entering that island when he was young. He had teamed up with Liliana and the other elders during that period.

However, they had to run back immediately with their tails between their legs since the guardians there were too strong for them to handle. Thus, they labeled that island as a restricted region and nobody dared to enter thereafter.

"But I had reminded her about this." His mind was in a mess as he couldn't understand anything.

"Haiz, it's useless to think about it." He shook his head and continued on his journey. But all of sudden he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Pfft-"

"Damn, someone destroyed the imprint I left on my staff. I had thought of deploying someone to search for it the next time the Secret Realm opened. Yet, it seems like I have to forget about it." He cursed and couldn't believe that there was someone capable of doing it.

"Who did it? The same person should be responsible for my daughter too." He was furious. Earlier he was guessing that she might have fallen to some guardians. But now he was sure it was a person.

"I think I should return back and check everyone that will come out from the Secret Realm." He made up his mind and was about to return when suddenly the sky darkened.

"This…" He spread his divine sense immediately but didn't sense anyone.

"Who could have thought that I would run into an elder of the Thunderbolt Sect while I'm on the way?"

A hoarse voice sounded in the air, and he was finally able to see who it was when he looked in that direction.

"Devil Emperor Conard," he muttered and had beads of sweat on his forehead.

"How do I kill you?" Conard didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"What?" Jarden exclaimed. He felt that he had heard wrong. How can someone say this straight away? Didn't he know that he was a Domain Realm Cultivator and it was difficult to take him down?

"Humph!" Conard didn't bother to reply and made his move first. His right hand became bigger in the blink of an eye, and he threw a punch straight towards him. Although the fist looked plain and simple, it contained a tremendous amount of power.

Seeing this, Jarden's expression became solemn. He knew that Conard didn't seem to be joking. So, in response, he took out his higher-grade spiritual artifact.

It was a staff. Nonetheless, it was far weaker when compared to the one he lent to Nora.

"Storm bringer"

The flame energy in hundreds of meters radius gathered around his staff and he swept it towards the fist.

"BOOM"

A huge pillar of flames collided with the fist causing a terrifying explosion to take place. The sky which has been darkened also lit up as a result.

"Weak." A disdainful voice was heard, and the flames immediately disappeared with it.

"My flames are suppressed. His devil essence is too strong." Jarden muttered as he saw the brown-colored aura being released from the fist.

"I have to escape." He was now sure that he wasn't a match against him.

"Flame Confinement"

This time he went all out and the flames around a kilometer radius mustered together into a ball that completely sealed off Conard. Taking this opportunity, he slapped his staff.

The staff became twice as large, and he leaped onto it. Then he dashed off into the distance on his staff. Not only this, but he even took out a talisman from his spirit ring and burnt it.

"You think you can run?"

He heard it clearly, but he didn't dare to turn back. Or else he would definitely be scared of his wits.

The ball of flames that was confining Conard had turned completely brown and was sucked into a huge mouth. Indeed, he had transformed into his devil form. After transforming, he flapped his wings and chased after Jarden.

"Fuck. Faster, faster." He yelled and increased his speed. He could feel a dangerous aura coming after him.

"If only I had that staff." Right now, he was deeply missing it as he could have easily isolated Conard with it. Hence, he would definitely have enough time to escape. But it was all his wishful thinking.

"I spoiled her too much." He began having these thoughts now.

"Got you." This voice disrupted him and brought him back to his senses.

"Bang" Yet, he didn't get the opportunity to react. He suffered a huge blow on his back and got smashed into the ground along with his staff.

"Ahh.." he felt devastating energy wrecking his body from inside.

"Damn, when will the sect Master come?" The talisman he burnt earlier was for this purpose. A signal must have been received by the Sect Master.

"Tell me what you did to Julia?" Conard came into his vision and asked. While he was busy with his tasks in the devil world, he sensed her soul locket broken.

As a result, he couldn't contain his anger and rushed straight towards the Thunderbolt Sect. He was prepared to turn the sect upside down today as to how dare they kill another one of his subordinates?

But he couldn't imagine that he would run into one of the elders on the way. So, why not ask him and beat him up too?

However, Jared didn't reply to him. He had become terrified after seeing the true form of Conard. Even though he was the elder of the sect and had lived for hundreds of years, he had never seen him in this form. This was because he was simply not qualified enough to face him. As for fighting, he was too weak to even think about it.

Despite some information about Conard from the Sect Master, looking at him closely was a completely different matter. Conard was at least a hundred feet tall with two long wings made from bones. With the horns and those red pupils, everyone would feel intimidated when gazing at him.

"You won't speak?" Conard caught his head and lifted him up with his two fingers.

"Who is she?" Jared finally spoke.

"Trying to act innocent?" Conard tore one of his arms like paper.

"NO…" Jared cried out in pain.

"I really don't know."

"Humph, then what about the devil king your sect killed a month ago?" Conard asked again.

"Oh! Are you talking about that incident?" Jared understood what he meant by.

"Tell me." Conard threw him to the ground and coldly looked at him.

Jared nodded and began speaking about the masked disciple. He even paused frequently in the middle, buying some time for the Sect Master to come and rescue him.

After listening to everything, Conard's expression changed and didn't dare to believe it. How could an inner court disciple be this strong? Not only that, nobody knew his identity. Wasn't he making a fool of him here?

"You are lying to me," Conard replied and raised his hand in the air.

"It's true," Jared said in a shaky voice. He was sure that he would turn into a pulp if his hand landed on him.

Conard shook his head and was about to smash him when suddenly an old voice was heard from above.

"Stop!"

He glanced in that direction and saw a blue beam of light approaching him.

"Old man Solomon. So, it's you." Conard finally became serious. He knew that this old foggy was a tough opponent.

"Conard, leave him." The light halted and a bald man could be seen.

"As you say," Conard kicked Jared and he was flung who knows where.

"You.." Solomon had an ugly look on his face. This devil was as arrogant as ever.

"Old man, it's been a long time since we fought. Why didn't we have a go at it?" Conard fully released his cultivation base causing the sky to change colors.

Solomon also followed and didn't want to lose out to him. As a result, the battle looked imminent.

***

While the intense battle was going out over there, Davion the perpetrator of all this was unknown to it and was innocently watching the bald man do some tricks.

A projection of a hammer was formed in the air, and it would frequently strike the staff in the center. With the heavy lightning and due to these constant hammerings, the imprint inside the staff was being steadily erased.

"Senior, I'm sorry to doubt your abilities," Davion apologized.

"No problem." The bald man smiled and opened the palm of his hands. Then the staff flew back to him.

"It's done." He passed it to Davion.

"Thank you, Senior. Can you help me with these too?" Davion requested while taking out two golden-colored skulls from his spirit ring.

"Damn." The bald man nearly passed out from anger. How shameless could one be to request this?