The Man’s Decree

CHAPTER 2159 THIS IS THE RULE

Jared sat cross-legged in his room as he refined the energy he had just absorbed.

Meanwhile, Archer stood at the entrance of Luminous Sect and puffed glumly on a cigarette.

There was no denying that Jared's appearance had dealt a heavy blow to his ego, especially since he kept getting crushed by the former.

It was bad enough that Archer lost to Garthor because of Luminous Sect's lack of resources, but it was even worse that he couldn't beat a mere Martial Arts Saint like Jared!

Just then, Emiliano led a handful of men to Luminous Sect and smirked when he saw Archer sulking away. “Oh, my. Why is Luminous Sect's top disciple smoking all alone here? Is something bothering you?”

Archer stared at the group before him with undisguised contempt, his gaze cold and menacing. “What are you doing here at Luminous Sect, Emiliano? We don't have any dealings with Stormwind Sect, do we?”

Argh! The members of Stormwind Sect disgust me!

“That's right. However, I heard you guys have taken in a Demonic Cultivator, so I brought some other clans to check it out! By the way, wasn't it said that Luminous Sect doesn't dabble in Demonic Cultivation? Why would you still embrace a Demonic Cultivator, then? Are you not aware that they're the public enemies of the martial arts world?” Emiliano scoffed.

“F*ck you! You guys are the ones who took in a Demonic Cultivator. Don't try to pin this on Luminous Sect!” Archer fumed.

Emiliano didn't lose his temper, but a middle-aged man beside him was boiling with rage as he slapped Archer hard.

No one had anticipated the man's move, so by the time they realized what was happening, Archer's cheek had turned red and swollen.

“Watch your words, kid. I don't want you cursing and swearing. Understood?” the man warned as he glared at Archer.

Having felt the aura emanating from the middle-aged man, Archer was so scared that he didn't dare utter a sound.

“Don't bother yourself with this brat, Mr. Westwood. So what if he's Luminous Sect's top disciple? In my eyes, he's nothing but trash!” Emiliano said, an ugly sneer on his face.

Needless to say, Archer was furious. However, with such a formidable fighter on Emiliano's side, he knew better than to do anything reckless.

The next second, an elderly man stepped forward and glowered at Archer. “Where's Matthew? Get him here to explain the situation to us. Does he really expect a small fry like you to receive us?”

“My master isn't here, Mr. Preston. He has gone out...” Archer said politely.

As it turned out, the elderly man was one of Purple Wind Sect's elders, Nedley Preston, which meant he was far more powerful and influential than Archer. Therefore, the latter was most courteous and respectful toward him.