The middle-aged man gave Dalton a cold glance before snorting. An indescribable aura quietly emerged, causing Dalton to collapse to his knees.
“You ignorant child, how dare you speak to me in such a manner? In the past, you would have been reduced to a pool of blood by now,” the middle-aged man scoffed.
Igor’s face instantly turned grim as he witnessed the situation. His body shuddered slightly, and a surge of energy rose within him as he confronted the middle-aged man.
“This is Blood Spirit Valley, not a place for you to behave with impunity. If you’re looking for someone, speak respectfully. If you wish to fight, I’m ready to oblige!”
Igor spoke with a cold expression, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
The middle-aged man looked at Igor, who was brimming with murderous intent, yet he showed no fear. Instead, a faint smile played on his lips. “Indeed, while the cat’s away, the mice will play…”
After finishing his statement, the aura around the middle-aged man surged dramatically, sending Igor flying backward!
“Insolence…”
Upon witnessing the situation, Montane Daemon launched his palm at the middle-aged man!
He felt that the man was too arrogant, and he was certain that he needed to teach him a lesson.
In response to Montane Daemon’s strike, the middle-aged man casually countered with a punch.
A flash of white light streaked across the sky, its immense aura akin to a cannonball, fiercely colliding with Montane Daemon’s palm strike.
Montane Daemon was unexpectedly sent flying backward, backpedaling dozens of steps before finally managing to steady himself.
“Not bad at all. Despite being a new Seventh Level Tribulator, you have encountered the demonic tribulation cloud and even managed to withstand it.”
The middle-aged man looked at Montane Daemon with a hint of admiration as he spoke. Montane Daemon was utterly shocked, his mouth agape as he exclaimed, “Who exactly are you? Why do you know the Sacred Light Fist?”
From the eyes of Montane Daemon and his companions, this person was brimming with the aura of the beast race and was clearly a member of the beast race. Thus, they were surprised to see him wield the Sacred Light Fist of Whalreth Descent.
This seemed impossible. One must know that even Montane Daemon didn’t know the Sacred Light Fist. The technique was a unique skill belonging to Whalreth, who would never casually teach it to others.
The only time Montane Daemon had ever witnessed the Sacred Light Fist was when Jared used it. Could it be that this person was also personally taught by Whalreth?
“You don’t need to concern yourself with why I can use the Sacred Light Fist. All you need to do is tell Jared to come out,” the middle-aged man said flatly.
“Mr. Chance is indeed not here. If you’re looking for him urgently, you can wait here for the time being. He should be back soon.”
Montane Daemon stepped forward, his demeanor becoming significantly more respectful.
Setting aside how this middle-aged man learned the Sacred Light Fist, the fact that he knows it proves that he had a connection with Whalreth Descent.
Since there was a connection, Montane Daemon had to be polite and respectful. He was well aware of the status of someone who could wield the Sacred Light Fist among those in Whalreth Descent.
Upon seeing Montane Daemon’s respectful demeanor and accepting that Jared was not in Blood Spirit Valley, the middle-aged man nodded and said, “Alright, I will wait here for his return…”
After speaking, the middle-aged man walked straight into the Blood Spirit Valley. As he passed by Dalton, Dalton carefully scrutinized him. Then, his eyes widened in realization, “Oh, I remember now. I know who you are…”
Upon hearing Dalton’s words, both Montane Daemon and Igor turned their gazes toward him.
“He was the robust man who had set up a stall at Creston Sect. Mr. Chance had even purchased an item from him, which appeared to be a timepiece carved out of a gem,” Dalton exclaimed, suddenly realizing the significance.
Upon hearing this, both Montane Daemon and Igor were momentarily at a loss for words. What does this information imply? We now know that he used to run a street stall, but what does it matter? He possesses immense power. If he insists on entering Blood Spirit Valley, no one can prevent him!
Dalton turned to the middle-aged man and inquired, “Are you seeking Mr. Chance because you’ve had a change of heart and wish to reclaim what you sold?”
However, the middle-aged man merely smirked, said nothing, and proceeded to enter Blood Spirit Valley directly.
