A Man Like None Other

In the entire Ethereal Realm, self-interest was paramount. No one would take them in, so there was nowhere for them to obtain the resources.

Without resources, cultivation would be impossible, and one’s strength would remain stagnant. In this way, they would gradually be eliminated.

“Harlan, I’ve already acknowledged you as the sect leader. Are you still determined to wipe us all out?” asked Gael, his eyes widening.

“Mr. Ortiz, you’re accusing me. Didn’t I spare both you and your daughter? As for the others, they conspired with the Demonic Cultivators. The Violet Flame Sect simply cannot tolerate such actions. Moreover, this rule has been established since the inception of the Violet Flame Sect. Our ancestors from the Violet Flame Sect were known for being the greatest hater of the Demonic Cultivators. I didn’t do anything wrong by acting this way, did I?” replied Harlan nonchalantly.

At this point, Gael found himself at a loss for words. After all, he didn’t know what was going on.

Although he trusted that Dario and his group wouldn’t possibly conspire with the Ghost Mask Sect, Harlan had slandered them. They were unable to prove their innocence.

“Harlan, the truth is as clear as day and night. Who exactly colluded with the Ghost Mask Sect? Do you dare to swear on it?” scolded an elder from Gael’s faction furiously.

in his hand suddenly erupted with a

impudent little

the flame aura surged

fleeting moment, the elder was sent flying backward, blood spilling from his mouth. His body was covered

“Harlan…”

laden with murderous intent. His fists were

with evidence.

“Evidence?”

the proof. If I

that they would definitely be chased

shame that his spiritual sense never fully recovered. Otherwise, he might have

he knew that if both sides were to clash, the

Other sects would certainly take

with his bullying. We should just go all

was bullying them. This was an affront they

You think you can compete with me?