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.”

Fusion Realm cultivator, yet you dare

can think of a

so? Why don’t you give it a try?” Jared replied provocatively. Inexplicably, a sense

couldn’t help but be reminded of the crew member’s words earlier

the silverfeather hawk 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

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

of you leave now and not

Cultivator, so why aren’t you targeting me? You’re just someone who bullies the weak and fears the

face. In fact, he had long figured out Montane Daemon’s identity, but due to the latter’s formidable capabilities, he

did Fayzon anticipate Montane Daemon to personally disclose

I didn’t expect you to be a Demonic Cultivator too. You’ve disguised yourself adeptly. Since you’re also a Demonic Cultivator, you can forget about leaving this place

Fayzon uttered pretentiously.