“Emiliano, our master has already said that Mr. Chance is not a Demonic Cultivator,” Skyler hurriedly explained upon noticing the situation had gone south.
“If I say he’s a Demonic Cultivator, then he’s a Demonic Cultivator. Stop trying to argue with me!” Emiliano was in no mood to listen to Skyler’s explanation.
She wanted to say something, but Jared stopped her from doing so. “Stop wasting your breath on him. It’s impossible to change the mind of someone who’s hellbent on making excuses to accuse me. If he wants to avenge his brother, then let him do it. I’d like to see what he’s made of.”
With a flick of his wrist, Dragonslayer Sword materialized in Jared’s palm. The blade shone with a dazzling golden glow.
“Hahaha! How dare a mere Martial Arts Saint utter such words. My brother underestimated you, resulting in him being bested. But today, I’ll show you the difference between a Martial Arts Saint and a Martial Arts God!” Emiliano pointed his sword at Jared, a broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
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