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.

I only have one demand. Surrender one individual to me, and the rest

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

guy named Jared Chance!” One- Eyed

“Mr. Chance?”

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

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. You’re clearly planning to monopolize the

accusation left Dillon stunned; he was

hadn’t anticipated that news of his voyage to Lunarius Palace

of commotion erupted in the airship. Many cultivators, upon hearing One-Eyed’s words, were

issued by the Demon Seal Alliance, but they didn’t know

mentioned that Jared was on board

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

silence greeted his inquiry. None dared to speak up, as

handsome bounty. Surely he wouldn’t be sitting among us. He’s likely in the

saw Mr. Sawyer personally escort someone to the first-class cabin.

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