Everyone was stunned, not understanding what had just happened. Even Dimas looked bewildered, his


    eyes filled with disbelief.


    At this moment, Dimas felt a numbness in his arm. He didn’t manage to injure Jared. Instead, his own


    arm seemed to be slightly sore from the impact. However, under the scrutinizing gazes of the


    surrounding people, Dimas couldn’t afford to lose face.


    “Kid, hand over the item. I only used thirty percent of my strength this time. If you don’t give it up, you


    won’t be so lucky next time.”


    Dimas deliberately imed to have used only thirty percent of his strength. This rification helped


    others understand why a Fourth Level Tribtor cultivator couldn’t overpower a First Level Tribtor


    cultivator.


    It was because he hadn’t used his full strength. As Dimas was about to retract his hand, Jared grabbed


    his wrist firmly.


    “You think you can just attack me and run away? That’s not how it works.”


    As Jared spoke, he suddenly exerted force, breaking Dimas’ wrist with a twist.


    Dimas screamed in pain, staggering backward.


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    The disciples from Bloodroot Peak who had tagged along quickly steadied Dimas.


    Staring at the broken wrist in shock, Dimas felt a stab of anger. “How dare you ambush me and break


    my arm? I swear I’ll tear you into pieces. Kill him!” Dimas roared, instructing the disciples from


    Bloodroot Peak to kill Jared.


    Hearing that, the disciples from Bloodroot Peak immediately prepared to attack Jared. Dalton, Rosetta,


    Cloud, and Feenix also prepared to retaliate.


    “Stop! How dare you disregard the rules and attempt to fight in Creston Sect?


    As they were about to fight, an elderly man wearing a robe suddenly approached them. He was an


    elder of Creston Sect, in charge of maintaining order.


    Seeing him, Dimas quickly yed the victim and eximed, “Mr. Lunawick, this man broke my arm.


    You need to provide me with an exnation!”


    Proclus Lunawick took one nce at Dimas arm and frowned immediately. He turned to Jared and


    demanded, “Don’t you know the rules of Creston Sect? How dare you beat someone up?”


    “He attacked me first,” Jared countered.


    “He attacked you first?” Proclus looked at Jared. “Are you injured?”


    “No!” Jared shook his head.


    “If you aren’t injured, how can you prove he attacked you first? Keep in mind that he is a Fourth Level


    Tribtor cultivator, and you are only a First Level Tribtor cultivator. With such a disparity, if he


    attacked first, would you still be standing and talking now?”


    Proclus didn’t believe Jared’s words at all.


    “Mr. Lunawick, it’s indeed Dimas who initiated the attack. I can testify to that.”


    “Me, too.”


    Both Dalton and Rosetta spoke up.


    “Both of you are lying! If I had attacked first, this kid would be either dead or crippled. I just wanted to


    retrieve what rightfully belongs to me,” Dimas eximed.


    “ording to the rules, anyone who acts within Creston Sect will be kicked out, never to step foot


    inside again. Come with me. You will be temporarily detained until our head finishes his meeting and


    makes a decision!” Proclus instructed Jared to follow him.


    At once, Dalton and Rosetta stood in front of Jared, stopping him from leaving. “No, Mr. Chance can’t


    leave with you.”


    Igor had told them to bring Jared around this area. If someone from Creston Sect took Jared away,


    they wouldn’t know what to say to him. As both Dalton and Rosetta tried to stop him from taking action,


    Proclus scowled unhappily.


    “Just because you’re from Blood Spirit Valley doesn’t mean that you can disregard the rules of Creston


    Sect. If you insist on stopping me, you shall get locked up together with this human cultivator and await


    your punishment!” Proclus warned.