“Who exactly are you? Why are you not afraid of my Sword of Evil?”
Actually, Curtis couldn’t figure out if Jared was a Demonic Cultivator since the man wasn’t afraid of his Sword of Evil.
“Why should I be afraid?” Jared placidly asked in return.
Curtis glowered at Jared, clenching his teeth so hard that one could hear cracking sounds. He seemingly made a decision of some sort.
Without warning, he swiftly launched several bursts of energy from his sword. Clutching the sword in his hand, he gave a low bellow before forcefully slashing it across his palm.
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