A Man Like None Other

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.”

Jared’s confident mien, Dalton and Rosetta retreated. Fayzon uttered maliciously, “Jared, you’re just a mere Body Fusion Realm cultivator, yet you dare mock us? You’re too full of yourself! I couldn’t kill you

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

so? Why don’t you give it a try?” Jared replied provocatively. Inexplicably, a sense of foreboding crept into Fayzon’s heart as he looked at the nonchalant expression on Jared’s

but be reminded of the crew member’s words earlier and the

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

siding with Demonic Cultivators. Even if I don’t make a move, the crowd here

both of you leave now and not get involved with these Demonic

You’re just someone who bullies the weak and fears the strong. I’ve admitted that I’m a Demonic

from Fayzon’s face. In fact, he had long figured out Montane Daemon’s identity, but due

anticipate Montane Daemon to personally disclose that information, exposing and embarrassing him

to be a Demonic Cultivator too.

Fayzon uttered pretentiously.