"You're bragging without any consequences, huh? You claim to have killed the members of the Ghost Mask Sect! Take a good look at yourself and see what you're really capable of!"
"You‘re just a Fourth Level Tribulator. Even if you have some talent, how you possibly slay dozens of Demonic Cultivators from the Ghost Mask Sect? Besides, Maurice from the Ghost Mask Sect is in the Ultimate Realm. He could kill you with a single slap!" Berthold said to Jared disdainfully. He simply couldn't stand Jared's boastful demeanor.
"Berthold, have you already become a part of the Ghost Mask Sect? You seem to know a lot about them. Just now, you even accused us of colluding with them..."
"It seems to me like you're the ones in league with the Ghost Mask Sect. The demonic aura clings to you. It's been quite some time since you left the Violet Flame Sect. Now, you suddenly return with people from the Ghost Mask Sect. What excuses can you possibly have?" Dario rebuked Berthold.
"Which one of you saw me joining the Ghost Mask Sect? What evidence do you have? If I say that you're conspiring with them, I'm telling the truth. Don't forget that my father is now the sect leader. He holds the Divine Fire Seal." bragged Berthold.
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