“Sure. Speak up,” One-Eyed said.
“I want to know how you found out I was on Pathfinder Sect’s airship, and how you learned of my destination, the Lunarius Palace. Who betrayed me?” Jared had been wondering who
had disclosed his whereabouts. After all, only a handful of people knew about his journey to Lunarius Palace. There was no way those individuals would leak his whereabouts.
None of the cultivators on the airship knew who he was either, so there was no way they could have revealed it.
“Ha! Not only did you manage to offend the Demon Seal Alliance, but you’ve also crossed Mr. Mueller. He himself divulged your whereabouts to us. Now that you know, you can meet your end,” One-Eyed declared, his laughter echoing ominously.
“Keiran?” Jared’s narrowed his eyes as realization dawned on him.
He knew Moses would never harm Keiran, but he hadn’t expected Keiran to be released so quickly.
“Mr. Mueller? How did you manage to offend him, Mr. Chance?” Dillon’s expression was one of confusion, as he was unaware of Keiran’s actions at Pathfinder Sect.
Jared didn’t have time to delve into the details. with Dillon at that moment. “It’s a long story. I’ll explain later. I asked if you can handle this one- eyed guy just now, and you haven’t responded yet.”
“Mr. Chance, I’m confident I could defeat him, but he’s accompanied by a group of formidable underlings. The disciples I have with me wouldn’t stand a chance against them,” Dillon replied, his concern evident.
If it were just a one-on-one situation, he wouldn’t be worried, but he couldn’t possibly face so many of them alone.
“Mr. Sawyer, you focus on dealing with the one- eyed guy. Leave the rest to me,” Jared replied casually.
“What?” Dillon was surprised. “Mr. Chance, we’re talking about over a dozen Fifth and Sixth Level Tribulators. Even though there aren’t many Sixth Level ones, it’s still a challenge for you, a Third Level Tribulator.”
Dillon was well aware of Jared’s proficiency in charm spells, but the idea of a Third Level Tribulator taking on a dozen Fifth or Sixth Level Tribulators seemed utterly implausible.
That’s not funny at all!
As Jared prepared for the impending battle, seemingly unfazed by the odds stacked against him, One-Eyed erupted into laughter. “Have you lost your mind, kid? A Third Level Tribulator challenging me and my buddies?”
“There’s only one way to find out,” Jared retorted coolly.
With a smirk, he summoned the Dragonslayer Sword, his form enveloped by the shimmering golden scales of his Golem Body.
Jared’s sudden transformation startled One- Eyed, who frowned in concern.
Witnessing that, Dillon knew there was no avoiding the confrontation. Clenching his jaw, he addressed Jared, “Mr. Chance, team up with Pathfinder Sect’s disciples. Once I deal with the one-eyed fellow, I’ll join your side!”
“No need. Pathfinder Sect’s disciples are too weak. They shouldn’t risk their lives unnecessarily.” Jared shook his head.
The disciples were instantly provoked by Jared’s words.
Many among them were Third and Fourth Level Tribulators, some even surpassing Jared’s level. To be labeled as “weak” by someone like Jared was a blow to their pride.
Even Dillon couldn’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance at Jared’s apparent arrogance. He’s only a Third Level Tribulator himself, yet he’s calling others weak!
However, Dillon didn’t have the luxury to retort at that moment. “Fine. I’ll end this as quickly as possible and lend you my support.”
“I’ll make it quick and help you out,” Jared declared, his words barely escaping his lips before he vanished in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, a flash of white light streaked by, and suddenly, the head of a Fourth Level Tribulator soared into the air, severed by a single stroke of Jared’s sword.
