Wilbur laughed out loud before saying, "You sure know how to take advantage of the situation, but you made a big mistake if you think Chance Taft can protect you all."
"How outrageous. He's too reckless and arrogant."
"F*ck you! How dare you be so arrogant in front of Mister Taft? You're asking for death!"
"Please take him down, Mister Taft. Secure the pride of the powerful Saint level cultivators."
The crowd was agitated by Wilbur's attitude, and they shouted for Chance to punish Wilbur.
Maniac and Joel did not get along, but they had a common enemy at the moment. They both turned to glare at Wilbur.
Chance chuckled and shook his head. He said, "Youngsters nowadays don't know their place. I heard you're from Seechertown, so I'll start by making an example out of you, but I won't take your life. I'll spare you, so you can go back and tell your Seechertown comrades to bow down and surrender to me. That way, they can avoid unnecessary casualties. How does that sound?"
"Chance Taft, I'm giving you a chance to choose. You can choose to focus on your cultivation in a secluded area and avoid unnecessary casualties by minding your own business. Otherwise, I can play along with your little games. However, you might not be able to bear the consequences," said Wilbur nonchalantly.
"Wilbur, you're too arrogant!" Maniac shouted while glaring at Wilbur. He looked furious as if they had an irreconcilable grudge.
Joel clenched his jaw in anger. 'That asshole! He betrayed Wilbur at a crucial moment and switched to Mister Taft's side. I can't believe he also said he wanted to be his adopted son. Now he's acting like he can't stand Wilbur. He's stealing all the spotlight from me.'
Joel refused to back down. He instantly yelled, "You've gone too far, Wilbur Penn. It's a shame that I'm not a cultivator. Otherwise, I would be fighting you by now."
Maniac turned his head, feigning ignorance.
There was no way Joel would do that. Maniac fought Wilbur before and got his ass handed to him.
Joel noticed that Maniac did not take him seriously. He cursed him inside, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Chance's patience was at its limits. He looked at Wilbur and said coldly, "It looks like you don't understand what a Saint level cultivator represents. However, you're not worthy of fighting with me. Zachary!"
"Yes, sir." Zachary stood up and bowed.
Chance said, "You are both Ambience level cultivators. You'll be fighting this Wilbur guy in my stead, in case he tells other people that I'm bullying him. It will also show me how much you've improved over the years."
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