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!

Jared was about to make his move,

roar, two forces collided in an instant, causing the void to tremble.

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

the collapse of the house didn’t result in any casualties. However, the auction was definitely

realizing he only possessed the power

utter such arrogant words and stand

Jared

aback when

livid, his face a mask of rage. He couldn’t believe he had been

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

his somewhat numb arm, glaring fiercely at Jared. “Brat, I’ll be waiting for

Jared’s true face, he was not

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

respect to Wilson. After all, Wilson was a Top

of his sleeve, Leighton turned around

fan to Jared,