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.”

“Jared, you’re just a mere Body Fusion Realm cultivator, yet you dare mock us? You’re too full of yourself! I couldn’t kill

are ashore, I can think of a hundred ways to

replied provocatively. Inexplicably, a sense of foreboding crept into Fayzon’s

be reminded of the crew

Fayzon was genuinely wary that Jared had some ultimate techniques up his sleeve. If he can really summon a golden dragon or do something

for siding with Demonic Cultivators. Even if I don’t make a move, the crowd

Daemon and Renault. “It would be best if both of you leave now and not get involved with these Demonic Cultivators, Mr. Daemon, Old Mr. Seizon. Otherwise, once the fight breaks out,

the cr*p, Fayzon. I’m also a Demonic Cultivator, so why aren’t you targeting me? You’re just someone

from Fayzon’s face. In fact, he had long figured out Montane Daemon’s identity, but due to the

to personally disclose that information, exposing and embarrassing him

be a Demonic Cultivator too. You’ve disguised yourself adeptly. Since

Fayzon uttered pretentiously.