“If you dare to disrespect Mr. Chance again, don’t blame me for what I’ll do, Dimas!” growled Rosetta.
Seeing that Rosetta was angry, Dimas held himself back a bit. “Why are you so afraid of a human cultivator, Rosetta? I can understand if you show this kind of fear in other places, but we’re on Demonia Mountain right now. This is our territory. Why are you shaking in your boots?”
He couldn’t understand why Rosetta and Dalton were fearful of Jared, a human cultivator who had only recently become a Tribulator cultivator.
“Let’s go, Dimas. It feels terrible standing close to a human cultivator.”
“Yeah. He’s only a puny cultivator who recently reached Tribulator, yet he has the nerve to fight over something with you.”
“I bet the people from Blood Spirit Valley took the wrong pills today. I can’t believe they’re referring to a human cultivator with such reverence.”
The other Demonic Cultivators tagging along Dimas mocked.
“Shut up! All of you! I will break you if you dare to speak any more nonsense!” Infuriated, Dalton pulled out his weapon.
Upon witnessing this, the Demonic Cultivators instantly adopted a combat-ready posture, prompting the surrounding crowd to instinctively give them space.
“Who do you think you are, Dalton? How dare you speak to us like that!” Dimas glared at Dalton with contempt.
“You!” Frowning, Dalton was eager to launch an attack. However, Jared stopped him. “Don’t be reckless! You’re no match for him!”
Jared could tell Dimas was a Fourth Level Tribulator cultivator. Dalton and Rosetta were not Dimas’ match. Dimas grinned. “It seems you got quite the sharp eye, brat. Hand the watch to me, and I’ll let this slide.”
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