"What have you got up your sleeves? You damn old bastards! Do you think I'm an idiot?" Carey yelled at the two elders with his previously calm face now turned beastly and ferocious.
Obviously, Carey believed Darren's words over the elders'. 'Is that the consequence of being an active servant?' Darren thought. He had been helping and backing up Carey all this time, and he was driven by one purpose why he was such a loyal aid to him—that was to win Carey's undivided trust.
By this time, Darren was convinced that he had succeeded in doing that, for Carey had given him a hefty sum of life-protecting skills. It was the best proof that Carey had begun trusting Darren. 'While I was engaged in breaking through to a higher Spirit Power level, Kaleb didn't attack me. He didn't even do anything harmful to me. If he wanted to kill me in the first place, he would have seized the opportunity. Even though I have the life-protecting skills to save my life, my breakthrough would certainly be disrupted, ' Carey figured in his mind.
Given this consideration, he realized that he should put his trust on Kaleb rather than the elders of his sect.
From his nature, Carey was a man who was very suspicious but not that smart. Thus, he readily believed Darren's words without having second thoughts at all. In his eyes, Kaleb had proved himself to be loyal all this time.
Right now, he grew impatient, listening to the explanation of the two elders. He didn't want to hear any word from them because Darren had brainwashed his mind that the elders were just fabricating lies to inflict harm on him and wished him to be doomed and ill-fated.
"Go to hell, you old dogs!"
Cursing and shouting at the elders as if they were his mortal enemies, Carey started his attack towards the helpless elders.
In an instant, after conjuring his attack, numerous withered hands appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the two elders from all directions. The assault was the basic true rule that Carey had mastered from his recent breakthrough.
"Young Master, you must have misinterpreted us. Please don't kill us!" The two elders begged for their lives miserably. Fear and panic were visible on both their wrinkled faces as they sensed death looming around.
All this time, they had never imagined that welcoming their young master from his breakthrough would solicit them the deadliest attack.
Yet, before they figured out what was going on, and before they could beg further, the withered hands have torn them to pieces. Shreds of skin, bare bones, and a pool of blood paved the ground, such a horrible fate for the two elders of the Red Inferno Sect.
"My new cultivation skill is really awesome. It is called the Void Ghost Hands, have you ever heard of it? Even for superior cultivators stronger than the two old bastards, I can kill them in no time." While saying that, his eyes glowed with excitement.
Carey was delighted with the power of his basic true rule, the one that he had just acquired from his cultivation.
"But, before anything else, you have done a good job protecting me, Kaleb. I will reward you well. You can take whatever you want from the goods scattered on the ground here. It's all yours," motioning to Darren, Carey said with a haughty tone. Apparently, he regarded himself as Darren's young master—superior, demanding, and with some air of authority.
Sensing the boastful pride and overflowing confidence on what Carey said, Darren sneered secretly and thought, 'This guy was amiable when he was in danger. But now that the danger has gone, he's talking to me like he had some command over me.'
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