The Man's Decree

Alastair, on the other hand, was standing off to the side, watching Jared with a cold sweat covering his entire body!

He was well aware of what Jared was capable of. He’s only a Third Level Tribulator cultivator, yet he has the gall to speak to a Ninth Level Tribulator cultivator like that! Is he courting death?

Suppressing the anger welling up within him, Leighton addressed Jared. “Brat, show me what you’ve got. Let’s see if you have the chops to back up your words!”

If Jared truly possessed the cultivation level of a Ninth Level Tribulator cultivator, perhaps Leighton would have been more restrained.

“Why should I show off my abilities? Flaunting my wealth is enough. If you’re capable, outbid me. If you’re out of money, then stop chattering away here!” Jared stated bluntly!

He had nearly been killed by Selma, so naturally, he would not be polite when dealing with the Mueller family!

“Brat, you’re asking for trouble…” Unable to hold back any longer, Leighton instantly moved toward Jared, his claw slashing through the air.

He was trying to push Jared into action. In doing so, Jared’s aura would be exposed, revealing the latter’s true strength!

about to make his move,

collided in an instant, causing the void to tremble. The

that everyone had put up vanished. Their true selves, including their appearances, were laid bare for all to

people were all cultivators, so the collapse of the house didn’t result

only possessed the power of a Third Level Tribulator cultivator, they were all

could utter such arrogant words and stand his ground against a Ninth Level Tribulator

they wondered if Jared had a powerful

aback when

mask of rage. He couldn’t believe he had been played by a

addressed Leighton. “Mr. Mueller, I hope you can do

fiercely at Jared. “Brat, I’ll be waiting for you outside.

face, he was

Third Level Tribulator cultivator could be squashed like a bug with just

had to show respect to Wilson. After all, Wilson was a

of his sleeve, Leighton turned around

hand fan to Jared,