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.

here against their will. All I know is, every time we’re let out, he and his group are always under

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

no idea how strong he is, or

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

other beast race cultivators quickly stood, sensing the tension. Claude made a subtle gesture, and within moments, a dozen of them

face went pale. Panic set in, and without hesitation, he let go of Jared and retreated a safe distance. Self-preservation was his priority, and he wasn’t about to get

of Ultimate Realm Level One

of them, a man with snake-like eyes, hissed

territory?” Jared shot back, unfazed. “I’ll go wherever I please. What

crossed his arms, his tone sharp with defiance. “And by the way, you’re locked up just like the rest of us. What’s there to brag

None of them had expected

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