"Did your captain ask you to safely escort her to our Illusory Moon Sect?"
"Yes!"
"It was a chance encounter. Why did you help him?"
"It was on the way, so we lent a hand casually."
Magnus Flores stared intently at Carson Flores’ face, his expression darkening: "Did you do anything to Cirelle Moonshadow on the way?"
Carson Flores frowned: "You suspect ?"
Magnus Flores said coldly, "Answer my question."
Carson Flores replied in a cold voice, "I promised Fellow Foster to deliver Miss Moonshadow safely and intact. Naturally, I would do so without resorting to despicable acts. Besides, Miss Moonshadow is right here. If you doubt , you can confirm with her directly."
Magnus Flores glanced at Cirelle Moonshadow and said coldly, "She didn’t co here willingly. She dislikes , even hates . Now, on the road, she ets a kind-hearted, handso man. Do you think she might have thoughts, wouldn’t want to cheapen herself by liking , don’t you think so?"
Carson Flores suddenly understood, so that’s how it is!
Magnus Flores was not tall, rather short, and looked quite ordinary. His triangular eyes added a touch of malice. Overall, he was very plain, even a bit ugly.
This guy deliberately ntioned "good-looking," it seems he lacks confidence in his looks.
No wonder earlier, outside the mountain gate, when he thought the two of us were disciples of the Wind Snow Sect, he had no reaction. But when he heard we were just passing travelers, his expression changed montarily. He’s suspicious sothing happened between Cirelle Moonshadow and .
A woman in despair ets a warm-hearted, handso man, traveling alone together. Is it normal for sothing to happen?
Indeed, it’s quite normal!
Carson Flores couldn’t be bothered to put on an act with him and simply said, "I’ve already delivered the person. If you don’t believe , I’ll just leave."
"Thinking of leaving?"
Magnus Flores sneered, "I don’t mind if a woman has been with soone else, but knowing she’s about to be mine, you dare to get involved with her? Do you think I’ll let you go?"
Carson Flores asked gravely, "What do you intend?"
Magnus Flores’ gaze was cold and cruel: "I have a demonic beast that hasn’t eaten for days, and it’s hungry. I’ll use your flesh to fill its belly."
Carson Flores raged, "You plan to kill without grounds? Is there no justice?"
Magnus Flores laughed wildly, "If I weren’t worried you might escape, I wouldn’t have bothered calling you in. Now that you’re in, just accept your fate. Don’t struggle. Mr. Jas is a Peak Great Land Profound Immortal. If you resist, you’ll die a worse death."
Carson Flores coldly stated, "No negotiation. You must kill us?"
Magnus Flores said domineeringly, "Who told you to be loose cultivators? If you were disciples of a prestigious family, I might consider the consequences of killing you. But are there any consequences to killing you? No one will know you died here. Even if soone does, so what?"
Flowing Cloud, who was watching the scene, suddenly spoke: "I was just traveling with him. The escorting of Cirelle Moonshadow is unrelated to . Are you going to kill too?"
Magnus Flores, elbows on his knees, hands crossed, said arrogantly, "Bla your poor fortune for traveling with soone dood. It’s better to die early and reincarnate more favorably in your next life!"
Magnus Flores gave them no chance to speak further and turned his head, "Mr. Jas, take them down and feed my black wolf."
The middle-aged man, who had been silent behind Magnus Flores, nodded and stepped before him, with domain power spreading rapidly like a tide.
Carson Flores, naturally no match for a Peak Great Land Profound Immortal, stepped back quickly and shielded himself behind Flowing Cloud.
He had completed what he promised Oberon Foster, and now it was up to Flowing Cloud to perform.
Magnus Flores, understanding matters, conveniently gave Flowing Cloud an excuse to erupt.
Although Flowing Cloud, by sheer strength, could easily suppress the Illusory Moon Sect, having a justified reason made the confrontation more satisfying.
"Such a domineering Illusory Moon Sect, humph!"
Flowing Cloud sneered and lifted his gaze to the middle-aged man opposite. Without doing anything noticeable, the man’s expression changed drastically, eyes filled with horror as if he’d seen a ghost.
"You..."
Before the middle-aged man could finish a word, his body suddenly beca incredibly stiff. His skin displayed nurous patterns, which surfaced rapidly and turned increasingly distinct until they transford into coarse bark.
Yes, this middle-aged man, in the blink of an eye, had transford from a living person into a treant!
His entire blood and bone beca coarse, sturdy, aged wood fibers, with countless roots extending from beneath him, dripping red liquid.
Blood!
The middle-aged man’s body collapsed with a thud, lifeless.
Faustus Flores’ eyes widened, deeply shocked.
That was a Peak Great Land Profound Immortal. With just a glance, without moving your limbs, you turned him into a lifeless tree?
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