The Man’s Decree

Upon hearing this, Montane Daemon spat and sneered, “Who do you think you are, sparing my life?” “You should inquire about me, Montane Daemon, in the vicinity of Demonia Mountain!” Montane Daemon hoped that his reputation alone would be enough to scare off those three people.

After all, they were here to save people. If those three individuals were scared off, it couldn’t have been better.

Surprisingly, when Montane Daemon announced his name, the other party merely responded with a cold laugh, “Who is Montane Daemon? We have no idea.” “Enough with the idle talk. Let’s fight!” Jared knew that the more time they wasted, the more disadvantageous it would be for them.

“Mr. Chance, you go ahead and save the people. We can handle these three individuals!” Montane Daemon exclaimed.

He had just endured the demonic tribulation cloud, his strength rapidly increasing, and he was even capable of battling beyond his level. Hence, Montane Daemon sought to take on two opponents single-handedly.

“Let’s go together. It would be best if we could settle this quickly. If not, you all hold them off. I have a way to escape,” Jared said to Montane Daemon.

“Understood!” Montane Daemon nodded.

“Be careful!” Jared cautioned as he looked at Catina. Catina was taken aback by Jared’s concern, a feeling she had never experienced from him before. He had always treated me as a bodyguard!

Jared wasn’t heartless. Even if Catina had joined him to improve her own bloodline,

for Catina were also gradually changing. This could probably be what

yourself. Being a First Level Tribulator, it’s always challenging when you encounter Seventh or Eighth Level Tribulators.” “Don’t worry, I have the Demon Flogger…” Jared drew out

cultivators would end up in

lightning flashing and thunder roaring. Without any hesitation, the

an instant, the entire sky

faced Jared, a

Flogger, and I can promise

is a Seventh Level Tribulator? Believe it or not, I could take

the higher the cultivation level, the greater the gap between each

cultivation levels behind his opponent. He could have been crushed by

first before you say

Since you’re courting death, I’ll grant your wish…” With a swift motion, the Demonic Cultivator conjured a sphere of dark energy in his palm. In an instant, the sphere transformed into a blazing