Stepping forward, Jared pushed Dalton and Rosetta aside before saying to Proclus, “Does Creston Sect take action before getting the facts straight? I told you that he attacked me first, and I was merely defending myself.”
Proclus let out an icy snort. “Do you take me for a kid? He’s a Forth Level Tribulator cultivator. If he had struck you first, you would be crippled by now.”
Jared argued, “I can withstand the attack of a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator like you, let alone him. That’s my own skill, and it doesn’t prove he didn’t attack me.”
His words instantly fueled Proclus’ anger. Claiming that a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator like Proclus couldn’t harm a First Level Tribulator cultivator was clearly an insult.
“Kid, your arrogance knows no bounds! Disparaging Mr. Lunawick like that?” Dimas, seizing the opportunity, further instigated, “Mr. Lunawick, teach this young one a lesson in humility. He’s underestimating us Demonic Cultivators. Despite the challenges we’ve faced from human cultivators in recent years, we haven’t fallen so low. How dare he boast about enduring an attack from a Fifth Level Tribulator cultivator?”
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