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.”
Taking in Jared’s confident mien, Dalton and Rosetta retreated. Fayzon uttered maliciously, “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 you back on the Night Sea, but now that we are ashore, I can think of a hundred ways to end you!”
“Is 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 nonchalant expression on Jared’s countenance.
He couldn’t help but be reminded of the crew member’s words earlier and the other. personnel’s collective attitude.
He also recalled how Jared had previously lured 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 he can really summon a golden dragon or do something to that extent, I’ll be in grave danger.
“Hmph! You deserve to be executed for siding with Demonic Cultivators. Even if I don’t make a move, the crowd here is more than capable of flaying you alive!” After saying that, Fayzon turned to Montane 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, you may get hurt too!”
Montane Daemon yanked the black robe off him and 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 fears the strong. I’ve admitted that I’m a Demonic Cultivator now, so come at me, all of you!”
Colors drained from Fayzon’s face. In fact, he had long figured out Montane Daemon’s identity, but due to the latter’s formidable capabilities, he had been feigning ignorance, not daring to provoke him.
Little did Fayzon anticipate Montane Daemon to personally disclose that information, exposing and embarrassing him in public.
“What nonsense are you talking about, Montane Daemon? 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 today!” Fayzon uttered pretentiously.
“I don’t plan on leaving anyway. If any of you dare to lay a finger on Mr. Chance, I’ll do my best to take you all down, even if it means we’ll perish together.” Malice filled Montane Daemon’s face as he unleashed his demonic aura without holding back. He looked as if he was ready to go all out.
The majority of the cultivators present were scared out of their wits. After all, most of them were only there to join in the fun of capturing a Demonic Cultivator.
They hadn’t expected a Tribulator Demonic Cultivator like Montane Daemon to suggest mutual destruction before the fight even started.
Many cultivators discreetly retreated, fearing they would be dragged into the mess when Montane Daemon made his move. Survival of the fittest prevailed in Ethereal Realm, so unity among the cultivators was hard to come by.
Most were driven only by their personal motivations. Fayzon was similarly startled by Montane Daemon’s shocking proclamation.
