The Man's Decree

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.

harbor no, intentions of disrespecting your sect. However, today, I only have one demand.

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

named Jared Chance!”

“Mr. Chance?”

Chance and your group? Why are you

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 bounty that the Demon Seal Alliance offers, aren’t

left Dillon stunned; he was indeed oblivious to

room, Jared’s heart tightened when he heard One- Eyed’s words. He hadn’t anticipated that news of his voyage to Lunarius Palace on

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

Seal Alliance, but they didn’t know Jared.

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

Which one is Jared?” A Fifth Level Tribulator, deemed powerful among the young cultivators, rose to his feet, scanning the crowd for

dared to speak up, as none

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

Mr. Sawyer personally escort someone to the first-class cabin. That guy must be Jared,”