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.”

Realm cultivator, yet you dare mock us? You’re too full of yourself! I couldn’t kill you

but now that we are ashore, I can think of a

try?” Jared replied provocatively. Inexplicably, a sense of foreboding crept into

the crew member’s words earlier

island. Coupled with the latter’s current undaunted appearance, Fayzon was genuinely wary that Jared had some ultimate techniques up his sleeve. If he can really summon a golden dragon or do something to that extent, I’ll be

Cultivators. Even if I don’t make a move,

that, Fayzon turned to Montane Daemon and Renault. “It would be best if both of you leave now and not get involved with these Demonic Cultivators, Mr. Daemon,

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

drained 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

to personally disclose

Demonic Cultivator too. You’ve disguised yourself adeptly.

Fayzon uttered pretentiously.