Maggie nodded obediently. "Alright. Got it, Laverne!"


    Ethel Weiz, who was standing beside them, giggled. "Look. They''re on their way out!"


    They immediately looked over and watched Das stride toward them with over half a dozen Mystique Loyalty Realm experts. Benedict''s chilly aura reached them before his person did. His cold-sounding voice soon rang out. "What are you here for this time?"


    Maggie immediately responded, "Hello, we''re here to borrow some tents!"


    "We don''t have any!"


    Benedict''s refusal came without even a moment''s hesitation.


    One of the youngsters from the Zen Heart Sect said quietly, "We''re all citizens of the same country. Is it too much to even ask for a couple of tents from you?"


    That made Benedictugh. "Fuck, you still remember that we have the same nationality? Did you think of that when you forced us out of those mountains?"


    Elistan Greene said calmly, "I''m sure you''ve noticed, but the deeper into the mountains you go, the more rural and dangerous everything bes. We asked you to stay near the outskirts to protect you. Yet, you''re ming us for removing you from such dangerous locations instead of thanking us?"


    Conrad Greene could not help grinning. Inwardly, he praised Elistan.


    That reasoning had sessfully put them on the moral high ground.


    "So, does that mean we should thank you?"


    Dous looked at Elistan as if he were an idiot.


    Elistan smiled a slight smile. "Indeed, you''re a clever man. There''s no need to thank us, though. We might be living in constant istion, but we''ll never forget that we''re from Drakonia." "Fuck, you truly are an embodiment of the word ''shameless''!"


    "Does the Zen Heart Sect specialize in cultivating shamelessness?"


    Benedict did not hesitate to mock them. He did not show them any mercy, nor did he care about offending them in the slightest.


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    Elistan narrowed his eyes as he said, "Let''s try to keep things civil. We won''t try to force it if things don''t work out, though!"


    That piqued Benedict''s interest. "So, are you going to throw hands if you can''t keep things civil?"


    Elistan merely nced at Benedict before saying haughtily, "You''ve got more people on your side, so we won''t throw hands. But that doesn''t mean our elder is just as even-tempered!" Basically, he was hinting that he would get the elder involved if they did not cooperate.


    The Zen Heart Sect had sent over


    two elders who had achieved peak Mystique Loyalty Realm. It was


    e


    these two elders who had driven et


    their forces away from the


    mountains filled with resources the


    day before yesterday.


    The two elders had terrible tempers, and they were also very haughty. Whenever things did not go their way, their solution was to get physical.


    Benedict crossed his arms across


    his chest and said brazenly, "Alright,


    how about Ipare notes with you? If you win, we''ll loan you our tents. However, if you lose, you''ll have to leave wherever you came from!"


    Elistan scoffed. "Are you sure you want to fight me?"


    He could not tell what Benedict''s cultivation level was, but he could observe what his bone age was. This young man was in his early 20s, and all the cultivation he had


    achieved still fell in the realm of


    being abstract energies.


    Even if Benedict had achieved the Mystique Loyalty Realm, he still would be no match for Elistan, who had cultivated a tangible gold core. Not to mention, Elistan had also achieved mid-Mystique Loyalty Realm. If he were defeated by this insignificant martial artist, he might as well go ahead and kill himself.


    Benedict rubbed his hands together as he said excitedly, "Yes, I''m sure!"


    He had long been pissed off at how the members of the Zen Heart Sect were acting and would not pass up the chance to teach them a lesson if the opportunity presented itself.


    Upon noticing the excited look on Benedict''s face, Conrad could not help but whisper, "Benedict, I think there''s something off about him. It might be a trick!"


    Elistan felt simr hesitation.


    The secr sects were powerful organizations that they did not dare brazenly challenge.


    Why did this youngster think he could challenge them without a second thought?


    What gave him the courage to want topare notes?