The Man’s Decree

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.”

uttered maliciously, “Jared, you’re just a mere Body Fusion Realm cultivator, yet you dare mock us? You’re too full of yourself!

I can think of a hundred ways to end

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

crew member’s words earlier and the

away on the island. Coupled with the latter’s current undaunted appearance, Fayzon was genuinely wary that Jared had some ultimate techniques up his sleeve. If he can really summon a golden dragon

don’t make a move, the crowd here is more than

not get involved with these Demonic Cultivators, Mr. Daemon, Old Mr. Seizon. Otherwise, once the fight breaks

a Demonic Cultivator, so why aren’t you targeting me? You’re just someone who bullies the weak and fears the strong. I’ve admitted that I’m a Demonic

but due to the latter’s formidable

personally disclose that

about, Montane Daemon? I didn’t expect you to be a Demonic Cultivator too. You’ve disguised yourself

Fayzon uttered pretentiously.