Before long, Jared’s attention locked onto one individual in the group. A man clad entirely in white sat at the center, his sharp features accentuated by two horns on his head. The other beast race cultivators kept their distance, clearly wary of him.

“Who’s the guy with the horns?” Jared asked, pointing toward the man in the middle.

“That’s Claude Barretta,” Ezio whispered. “He likes to claim he’s a descendant of the Draconians, but he’s just a python. He’s strong, though, so nobody messes with him.”

“Descendant of the Draconians?” Jared asked, scrutinizing Claude.

The horns did resemble those of a dragon. If a sea serpent grew horns, it could transform into a true dragon. Perhaps this Claude wasn’t bluffing after all.

“How did he end up here?” Jared pressed.

let out, he

a prison, not his territory. What gives him the right

how strong he is, or

off Ezio’s grip and continued. Their brief tug-of-war caught Claude’s attention. He lifted his head, his piercing gaze locking onto Jared’s. In that

stood, sensing the tension. Claude made a subtle gesture, and within moments, a dozen of them

of Jared and retreated a safe distance. Self-preservation was his priority, and he

Jared were all of Ultimate Realm Level One or Two. Jared

one of them,

shot back, unfazed. “I’ll go wherever I please. What are you going to do about

his arms, his tone sharp with defiance. “And by the way, you’re locked up just like the

the group momentarily stunned. None of them had expected such boldness from a

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