A Man Like None Other

The fear emanating from the passengers was palpable, each one trembling in the face of the group’s overwhelming aura.

Among the passengers, the majority were young cultivators bound for Lunarius Palace, driven by curiosity and the hope of finding romantic partners among the palace’s renowned beauties.

However, most of them were relatively weak, with the majority only Second or Third Level Tribulators, lacking the strength to confront such a formidable threat.

Suddenly confronted by such formidable cultivators, the young passengers were naturally gripped by fear.

Dillon, attempting to maintain his composure despite the tension, addressed the group, his voice tinged with a hint of suppressed anger. “My friends, surely you understand the strength of Pathfinder Sect since you had the audacity to get in our airship’s way. Do you think you can dismiss us so easily?”

If possible, he wanted to avoid conflict. Considering the group’s frequent ventures into the treacherous depths of Demonia Mountain, Dillon weighed the potential repercussions of engaging in a deadly feud. It was clear that any altercation would only invite relentless harassment upon Pathfinder Sect in the future, creating needless complications.

disrespecting your sect. However, today, I only have one demand. Surrender one individual to me, and the rest of you may depart unharmed,

Dillon was taken aback. He hadn’t anticipated that these rogues weren’t after mere material possessions

named

“Mr. Chance?”

Chance and your group? Why are

Jared Chance has been marked for execution by the Demon Seal Alliance. Killing him would earn me a handsome reward from the alliance. I find it hard to believe that you’re unaware.

left Dillon stunned; he

in the luxurious private room, Jared’s heart tightened when he heard One- Eyed’s words. He hadn’t anticipated

the airship. Many cultivators, upon hearing

Execution issued by the Demon Seal Alliance, but they didn’t know Jared. Thus, they didn’t even

as One-Eyed mentioned that Jared was on board the airship, the

Level Tribulator, deemed powerful among the young cultivators, rose to his feet, scanning the crowd

to speak up, as none of them

wouldn’t be sitting among us. He’s likely in the

first-class cabin. That guy must be Jared,” someone else