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.

retorted coldly, “I harbor no, intentions of disrespecting your sect. However, today, I only have one

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

guy named Jared Chance!” One- Eyed

“Mr. Chance?”

some history between Mr. Chance and your group? Why are you looking

response. “Mr. Sawyer, do you truly not know, or are you feigning ignorance? 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

stunned; he was

he heard One- Eyed’s words. He hadn’t anticipated

the airship. Many cultivators, upon hearing One-Eyed’s words, were utterly

aware of the Decree of Execution issued by the Demon Seal Alliance, but they

mentioned that Jared was on board the airship, the cultivators were instantly thrown into a

among the young cultivators, rose to his feet, scanning the

silence greeted his inquiry. None dared to speak up, as none of them were

worth a handsome bounty. Surely he wouldn’t be sitting among us. He’s likely in the luxurious first-class

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