“Who are you?” Upon witnessing the sudden appearance of a stranger, the members of Nethersky Sect were immediately taken aback.
“Pablo…” The newcomer began to speak slowly.
“Pablo?” The middle-aged man furrowed his eyebrows slightly, then glanced at Pablo and said, “I’ve never heard of you. Since you’re also a Demonic Cultivator, leave immediately. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude.”
“Do you think you’re capable?” Pablo smirked as the aura of his Eighth Level Tribulator cultivation level burst forth from his body in an instant.
The members of Nethersky Sect were instantly overwhelmed by the oppressive aura, struggling to catch their breath. Some even collapsed onto the ground.
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