“It… It’s them!” From a distance, a white-haired wandering cultivator suddenly let out a piercing scream, his voice filled with fear that stemmed from disbelief. “That’s Lefwald from Destiny Sect, Orestes, the Barbaric King from Barbaric Clan, and Mdm. Cordelia from Bloodshadow Palace!”
“Oh my gosh! Why did the three of them appear at the same time? Each of them is at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine, a force to be reckoned with, even on level three!”
“Oh no, Jared is done for! I can’t believe the magical items from the ancient ruins have actually attracted these three bringers of doom!”
“I heard Lefwald is the most skilled at divination. He probably divined long ago that Jared had magical items on him. Orestes is bloodthirsty by nature, always eager to rob others of their magical items. As for Mdm. Cordelia, methods are strange. Countless experts have died under bell…”
Murmurs spread across the area like a tide, with everyone casting looks of sympathy and fear toward Jared and Jemima, as if the duo were doomed to be the trio’s prey.
Jared listened to their chatter, the crease between his brows deepening. He hadn’t expected that the news of possessing magical items from the ancient ruins would attract the top experts on level three here.
Jemima trembled slightly. She could distinctly feel that the trio’s auras far surpassed Aelnod’s.
Unconsciously, moved closer behind Jared, fingertips tightly clutching the hem of his clothes.
Her eyes were filled with worry as uttered, “Jared…”
Jared took a deep breath and moved Jemima behind before positioning the Dragonslayer Sword horizontally across his chest. The blade shimmered with a chilly glint under the sunlight.
Looking at the trio in front of him, knew a battle was inevitable.
Lefwald was the first to speak. His voice was raspy, yet it reached everyone’s ears clearly. “Hand over the magical items from the ancient ruins, and i can grant you a painless death.”
He cast his gaze on Jared, regarding the latter as nothing more than a corpse. His indifferent demeanor seemed to suggest that any resistance from Jared was simply futile.
Orestes growled impatiently, his voice so booming that the air buzzed in response. “Enough with the pointless chatter! Just snatch them from him! I’d like to see what a measly cultivator like him, who’s only at Wandering Immortal Realm Level Four, can do!”
The scars on his body began to glow red, and his muscles bulged one by one. Clearly, was ready to spring into action.
Cordelia, on the other hand, gave a coquettish giggle. Her voice was so sweet it could melt bones, but words carried a chilling undertone. “Why must you be so stubborn? Give me the magical items, and I’ll take good care of you…”
As spoke, lightly shook the crimson bell in hand. Invisible sound waves radiated toward Jared, attempting to discompose him.
Jared’s gaze hardened, and instantly summoned the spiritual energy in his body to shield himself from the sound waves.
With an expressionless face, looked at the trio and said in a low voice, “You guys must be mistaken. I don’t have magical items from the ancient ruins. I’m just a wandering cultivator, so why are you going out of your way to make things difficult for me?”
Lefwald snorted coldly, his eyes gleaming maliciously. “Trying to pull tricks before me? Do you think we can’t see through your antics? Your picture has long been spread across level three, so do you take me for a blind man?”
Orestes was straightforward. He took a step forward, the impact from his feet causing the entire space to tremble violently. He bellowed, “Enough talk! Hand them over, or I’ll smash you into pulp!”
Smiling flirtatiously, Cordelia shook head. “It seems that you really are stubborn… Well, in that case, I will have to search you myself…”
As spoke, figure flickered, transforming into a red silhouette.
In an instant, appeared before Jared and made to tap on the forehead with a finger that carried an overly sweet scent.
