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.”

Body Fusion Realm cultivator, yet you

we are ashore, I can think of a hundred ways to end

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

reminded of the crew member’s words earlier and

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

siding with Demonic Cultivators. Even if I don’t make a move, the crowd here is more than capable of flaying you

leave now and not get involved with these Demonic Cultivators, Mr.

you targeting me? You’re just someone who bullies the weak and fears the strong. I’ve admitted that I’m

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

anticipate Montane Daemon to personally disclose that

you talking about, Montane Daemon? I didn’t expect you to be a Demonic Cultivator too. You’ve disguised yourself adeptly. Since you’re also a Demonic Cultivator, you can forget about leaving

Fayzon uttered pretentiously.