“That’s right. They may be Demonic Cultivators, but they will honor their promise. You will be fine as long as you cooperate,” Rostom said shamelessly.
“F*ck that! I will never work with Demonic Cultivators!” Hamish shouted angrily and tried to attack Rostom again. Despite being wounded, Hamish was still incredibly fast and powerful.
“Don’t think I can’t kill you simply because I’m injured, you piece of sh*t! I’ll do your family a favor by helping them clean their house!” Hamish roared, unleashing a potent burst of aura at Rostom. To evade Hamish’s attack, Rostom had to step back and roll on the ground three times.
“I’m going to die if you don’t help me out here, Mr. Goeckner!” Rostom screamed in terror. Hyrum then led his men into the open upon hearing that. Standing beside Hyrum was Xanthus.
Hamish instinctively retreated as he saw the group of people before him.
Meanwhile, Rostom regained his footing and approached Hyrum, stating, “Hamish is wounded, Mr. Goeckner. He poses no threat to you.”
“Rostom, you b*stard!” Kiara screamed furiously, her face flushed.
“Mr. Goeckner won’t hurt you two as long as you cooperate, Kiara,” the man added with a touch of smugness.
“F*ck you!” Kiara spat at the ground in disgust.
“We meet again, Mr. Chevalier,” Hyrum sneered at Hamish. Hamish eyed Hyrum cautiously as he retorted, “You Demonic Cultivators dare reveal yourselves? Aren’t you afraid someone will spot you and wipe you all out?”
“Hahaha! No one can wipe us out here in Mount Crimson. This place is my turf now. Don’t expect to stroll through without paying!” Hyrum motioned at two Demonic Cultivators on the side.
The two immediately charged at Hamish in response. Hamish’s aura continued to surge as it was challenging for him to control it while wounded.
“Mere Demonic Cultivators like you don’t stand a chance against me!” Hamish shouted through clenched teeth, grabbing at the air in front of him.
Suddenly, a red magic sword materialized in Hamish’s hand. With a slash, a bright light illuminated the night sky like the sun. The two Demonic Cultivators were instantly slain with no means to resist. However, after the attack, Hamish’s face turned pale, and he began coughing up blood once again.
“Dad!” Kiara called out to him, her tone tinged with worry.
“Get out of here, Kia! Whatever you do, don’t stop running!” Hamish said. Kiara shook her head with tears in her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, Dad!”
“Go now while I can still protect you!” Hamish shouted, giving his daughter a forceful shove.
“Ha! None of you are going anywhere!” Rostom said with a vicious leer.
“You b*stard! I’ll kill you even if I die doing so!” Hamish erupted with anger, activating all of his aura. He funneled all of it into the red magic sword, causing it to glow brighter and emit a terrifying aura in all directions.
“Hamish truly is a living treasure! That magic sword of his is no ordinary magic item. Looks like I really do have a good eye for treasure!” Hyrum’s eyes glinted with greed as he gently waved his arms, enveloping Hamish and Kiara in a mist.
