A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

Dalton and Rosetta grew anxious. Nonetheless, after exchanging glances, they braced themselves and stepped forward.

“We are Demonic Cultivators, but this has nothing to do with Mr. Chance. It’s the two of us you’re after, so just come at us,” Dalton said to Fayzon.

Although they were scared out of their wits, Dalton and Rosetta didn’t want

Jared to risk himself for their sake.

“Step back, both of you,” Jared instructed Dalton and Rosetta.

“Mr. Chance, we appreciate your kindness, but today-”

“Do as I say. Even if you two sacrifice yourselves, they still won’t let me off the hook. Accusing me of associating with Demonic Cultivators is just an excuse. Besides, they are just a motley crew. There’s nothing to fear.”

Fusion Realm cultivator, yet you dare mock us? You’re too full of

that we are ashore, I can think of a hundred ways

it a try?” Jared replied provocatively. Inexplicably, a sense of foreboding crept into Fayzon’s heart as he looked at the nonchalant

crew member’s

on the island. Coupled with the latter’s current undaunted appearance, Fayzon was genuinely wary that Jared had

I don’t make a move, the crowd here is more than capable of flaying

if both of you leave now and not

off him and declared, “Cut the cr*p, Fayzon. I’m also a Demonic Cultivator, so why aren’t you targeting me? You’re just someone who bullies the

from Fayzon’s face. In fact, he had long figured out Montane Daemon’s identity, but due to the latter’s formidable capabilities, he had been feigning ignorance, not daring to provoke

disclose that information, exposing

talking about, Montane Daemon? I didn’t expect you to be a Demonic Cultivator too. You’ve

Fayzon uttered pretentiously.