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 mock us? You’re too full of

but now that we are ashore, I can think

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 looked at the

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

wary that Jared had some ultimate techniques up his sleeve. If he can really summon a golden dragon

Demonic Cultivators. Even if I don’t make a move, the

you leave now and not get involved with these Demonic Cultivators, Mr. Daemon, Old Mr. Seizon. Otherwise, once the

declared, “Cut the cr*p, Fayzon. I’m also a Demonic Cultivator, so why aren’t you targeting me? You’re just someone who bullies the weak and

Montane Daemon’s identity, but due to the latter’s formidable capabilities, he had been feigning ignorance, not daring

personally disclose that

to be a Demonic Cultivator too. You’ve disguised yourself adeptly. Since you’re also a Demonic Cultivator, you can forget about leaving this

Fayzon uttered pretentiously.