Jared cast a nce, realizing that all these individuals were Seventh or Eighth Level Tribtors. Their strength was certainly not to be underestimated.


    “Mr. Lorenzo, why are you seeking out Mr. Chance instead of hunting for treasures up in the mountains?”


    At that moment, Felipe stepped forward, addressing the gray-d alchemist.


    “Felipe, Freya, I can’t believe you two siblings are here too. I’d advise you two to mind your own business. We’re only after Jared. It has nothing to do with you siblings,” the alchemist in grey said.


    “Are you after the hundred-year offering of the Demon Seal Alliance?” asked Jared.


    “Indeed, once you’re out of the picture, we’ll retrieve the hundred-year offering of the Demon Seal Alliance. The resources will be more than enough to sustain our group’s cultivation for a hundred years,” the alchemist eximed.


    “Hmph, it’sughable that a group like you could even dream of killing me and seizing the hundred-year offering of the Demon-Sealing Alliance,” Jared said with a face full of disdain.


    “You, a Sixth Level Tribtor, dare to boast shamelessly. Don’t think for a second that we can’t handle you.” The alchemist in grey drew out a long sword.


    Others also drew their weapons, ready to strike at Jared at any moment.


    Upon observing the situation, Sigurd and Vi both assumed their stances.


    Felipe and Freya too, stood protectively in front of Jared.


    “Are you two siblings courting death as well?” The grey-robed alchemist furrowed his brow and asked.


    “Since we’ve chosen to join Mr. Chance, there’s no way we can just sit back and do nothing,” Felipe said.


    “All right, then today you both shall meet your end.”


    After the alchemist in grey finished speaking, he got ready to attack.


    “Stand back, everyone. I can handle a few cultivators in the Tribtion phase all by myself.” Jared instructed everyone, including Vi, to step aside.


    A seventh or eighth level tribtor wasn’t considered a threat to Jared.


    Upon seeing Jared’s tant disregard for the cultivators in the tribtion phase, Felipe and Freya couldn’t help but look visibly upset.


    Jared was merely a Sixth Level Tribtor, yet he had the audacity to utter such disrespectful words toward cultivators of the tribtor phase.


    “Mr. Chance, please be careful not to get sttered with blood…”


    After giving Jared a word of caution, Sigurd promptly retreated to the side.


    Upon seeing the situation, Vi also retreated.


    The abilities of the two of them, even if they wanted to help, wouldn’t make much of a difference. It could even possibly distract Jared.


    They were well aware of Jared’s capabilities. A few Seventh and Eighth Level Tribtors couldn’t possibly defeat Jared.


    However, Felipe and Freya appeared rather taken aback, unsure of what to do next.


    “Felipe, you and your sister shoulde over here too. Let Mr. Chance handle it by himself.” Sigurd waved the siblings over.


    Due to sharing the samest name, Sigurd felt a strong bond with these siblings.


    Upon seeing the situation, Felipe and Freya slowly stepped aside.


    Upon seeing everyone avoiding him, the alchemist in grey’s aura instantly filled the air. The remaining people also exuded an overwhelming presence, like a wild wind sweeping through.


    “Kid, if you’re going to me anyone, me it on your own worth, not us…”


    The alchemist in grey took the first swing at Jared.


    A faint smile tugged at Jared’s lips. Surprisingly, he didn’t dodge or draw any weapon. Instead, a soft golden glow began to radiate all around him.


    Seeing the situation, the others also sprang into action, charging toward Jared.


    As the group of men approached Jared, it was as if Jared’s body had exploded.


    Boom!


    Suddenly, a surge of fire erupted from Jared, with red mes reaching for the heavens.


    Caught off guard, those guys were instantly set aze.


    “Ah!”


    “Fire, there’s a fire!”


    “I’m burning up!”


    Several guys were engulfed in mes, desperately rolling on the ground, but the fire simply wouldn’t go out.


    Vi and Sigurd were not surprised.


    However, Felipe and Freya stared at the scene before them, their faces filled with astonishment.


    Several seventh and eighth level tribtors, each no less skilled than the siblings. Yet, they couldn’t even touch a single hair on Jared’s head before they were engulfed by a sudden eruption of the internal me.


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