Although he hoped that a miracle would happen, Nicolas's heart still sank when he saw Carson Montgomery's response.
Could he only snatch it?
Nicolas couldn't help but look at the black-robed cultivator standing next to Carson Montgomery with the withered heart of frost.
Until now, the other party had not spoken, nor had he shown his figure.
But Nicolas felt extremely dangerous from him.
The black robe was like a black hole. If he stared at it for a long time, he would feel desperate.
"This guy... is definitely not simple..." Nicolas gritted his teeth and thought to himself.
At this time, the voice of Caspian sounded again.
"Are you really not going to give it to me?"
"Impossible!" Carson Montgomery said firmly.
A faint smile appeared on Caspian's face.
His expression made Carson Montgomery's heart skip a beat. He had a bad feeling.
The next moment, Caspian said slowly, "Carson Montgomery, what are you afraid of?"
What are you afraid of? This question stunned Carson Montgomery.
"Am I afraid?"
Before Carson Montgomery could think it through, the voice of Caspian sounded again.
"Don't you always think that you can surpass me? Since that's the case, are you worried that you won't be able to surpass me after giving me the withered heart of frost?"
He had to kill someone by killing his heart.
Caspian's words were nothing more than provocation in the ears of the others.
But in the ears of Carson Montgomery, it was like throwing a piece of red-hot iron into the calm lake.
"Caspian!" Carson Montgomery's nails instantly pierced through his palm.
He gritted his teeth and spat out this name, which made him want to grind his bones to ashes.
"It seems that you are still afraid." Caspian sneered. "It's not enough that you framed me and locked me up in hellhole prison. You are afraid that I can make a comeback, so you poisoned me and destroyed my cultivation.
In the final analysis, you are afraid.
You're afraid that I'll get all the resources I want and trample you again one day.
That's because you know that your current achievement is your unexpected innate constitution.
If there was no Demon Phyton Form, you would be an ordinary person. Not only would you not be favored by the sect, but you would not even have the most basic cultivation qualification.
I'm different from you.
I've always been a genius far beyond you.
I can even become a cultivator after falling into hellhole prison for a year.
What about you?"
The corners of Caspian's mouth curled into a contemptuous smile.
At this moment, every word he said was like a sharp knife stabbing into Carson Montgomery's heart.
Carson Montgomery's breathing became rapid.
His pupils constricted violently.
Because of extreme shame and anger, his body under the cloak was shaking wildly.
How could it be like this?
"Shouldn't I humiliate this guy with my current identity, status, realm, and resources?"
“Why did the other party say that I was afraid and make me feel that the past was insignificant again?”
“Why!”
“Why!”
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