A Man Like None Other

After glaring at the men standing behind Patrick, Simon could not help but explode in rage. “You traitors! Have you forgotten what Mr. Vendzul taught us?”

“Mr. Lambert, we should just roll with the punches. Mr. Vendzul is no longer with us, and it would be wise to heed Mr. Sullivan's advice. Being stubborn will not benefit you in any way!” one of Demon Sect's leaders said while looking at Simon.

Simon scoffed. “Have you no shame? Demon Sect and Evil Heart Sect are archenemies. I'll never agree to merge the two sects.”

With that, he leaped up and slammed the leader who made that remark.

“How dare you!” Patrick exclaimed as he casually waved his hand, unleashing a tremendous force that hit Simon and sent him flying.

The power disparity between Simon and Patrick was evident.

Blood dripped from Simon's mouth, and his internal organs were churning.

That one strike had inflicted severe injuries on him.

Simon ran up to Patrick without any regard for their own safety, buying him

teeth and ran

waiting quietly. He knew Demon Sect would make the next move since he had found

tuber fleeceflower on the

a faint, almost imperceptible aura. It was clear that

excitement. That must be

black robe with a gloomy

person beneath the black robe was Skylar, who

saw the ten-thousand-year-old tuber fleeceflower casually

body uttered, “Did Jared really just place the tuber fleeceflower there without any care or consideration? How arrogant.”

ten-thousand-year-old tuber fleeceflower on the table,

Skylar knew Jared

such casual indifference suggested to Skylar that it was either an intentional action or that Jared had been well-prepared and was

with us too. Just make sure we don't hurt his body,” the spirit urged Skylar.

brows. “I have a bad feeling about this. Jared might be doing this on purpose.”