Seeing that a crowd had arrived, Atlas could not settle the score with Jared anymore and said, “I’m going to order for a banquet to be prepared as an apology to Mr. Chance. It was all on me for believing that Demonic Cultivator’s lies.”
Victor likewise turned his gaze to Jared. He uttered apologetically, “I didn’t expect your medical skills to be so incredible. I’m truly impressed.”
“I hope you don’t forget our deal, Mr. Victor,” Jared said.
“No, of course not,” Victor replied with a chuckle.
“This way, please, Mr. Chance.”
Atlas ushered Jared to attend the banquet.
“Mr. Jablonski, I only saved your daughter because I had a deal with Mr. Victor. So, you don’t heed to stand on ceremony with me. I would like to see that Demonic Cultivator now. I have a few questions for him,” Jared said to Atlas.
He did not bother taking the latter up on it, for Atlas had wanted to kill him earlier yet was hosting a banquet to entertain him at present. He would never attend it.
If it were not for Victor’s celestial tree, perhaps he would not have intervened in the matter either.
“All right, then. I’ll bring you to him.” Atlas nodded in assent.
Jared walked past Atlas, and the latter murmured, “I hope you’ll forever keep your mouth zipped on my daughter’s treatment process.”
Jared merely glanced at him before ignoring him outright. They arrived at the main hall. Xanthus and Hyrum were kneeling on the ground with men standing guard on both sides. At the sight of Jared, Xanthus and Hyrum started trembling uncontrollably.
“Mr. Jablonski, do you mind handing these two men over to me to deal with?” Jared asked.
“Sure!” Atlas agreed with a wave of his hand. Jared walked up to Xanthus and Hyrum. At that moment, Hyrum’s cultivation had been destroyed, and he was no different from an ordinary person.
“Don’t kill me. I’m willing to acknowledge you as my master. Please spare me,” Hyrum begged incessantly with his gaze fixed on Jared. Conversely, Xanthus gritted his teeth hard. His body trembled slightly, but he did not plead for mercy.
“Are you not going to beg me?” Jared asked, looking at Xanthus.
Xanthus said nothing, merely casting a cold glance at him.
Jared waved his hand casually with a chuckle.
Bam!
In a flash, Hyrum’s head exploded like a watermelon, and blood splattered all over Xanthus.
“I don’t fancy having someone who’s been stripped of his cultivation by my side,” Jared sneered. The sight of Hyrum’s tragic death beside him and the coppery smell of blood had fear begin to grip Xanthus.
“P-Please don’t kill me! I can tell you a secret!” Xanthus exclaimed.
“What secret?” Jared asked.
“Promise not to kill me, and I’ll tell you the secret,” Xanthus bargained. At once, displeasure showed on Jared’s face, and he reached out to strike Xanthus. “I don’t want to know the secret anymore. Just go and meet your maker.”
“No! The son of the president of the Demon Seal Alliance, Xavion Lefterov, went with the alliance’s elders to Demonia Mountain,” Xanthus hastily revealed.
“This is no secret. What use is it to me?” Jared countered nonchalantly.
“You can seize Xavion and use him to threaten the Demon Seal Alliance. Then, you won’t be hunted down by the alliance anymore,” Xanthus hurriedly explained.
“That’s a good idea, but it seemingly has nothing to do with you, no?” Jared drawled.
“I can help you capture Xavion. Otherwise, you can’t possibly achieve it with Mr. Cabeza there. The members of the Demon Seal Alliance won’t suspect me. I can lend you a hand as long as you don’t kill me.”
Xanthus showcased his worth to the best of his ability to avoid having his head shattered by a blow from Jared. Jared retracted his hand at long last.
“That’s quite a good idea. But how can I believe you?” Jared asked Xanthus, staring straight at him.
