Upon his return, he wanted to fool around with Gael’s daughter immediately.
That wasn’t a good thing. If things escalate, the internal conflict in the Violet Flame Sect could spiral out of control.
“Hahaha, a Ninth Level Tribulator? What a joke!” Berthold laughed heartily, an intense aura suddenly bursting forth from him. Dark flames danced and flickered relentlessly around his body!
“Demonic Fire of the demon spirits?”
Everyone was shocked, except Harlan who remained expressionless. He seemed to have long known about Berthold practicing demonic techniques.
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