Chapter 1332 He Is Not A Demonic Cultivator


    “He is not a Demonic Cultivator,” Mr. Sanders suddenly said, dispelling Zion’s usation at once. “How


    did Jared prove he is not a Demonic Cultivator, Mr. Sanders?” Zion asked Mr. Sanders after bracing


    himself.


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    “Because no evil spirit has ever escaped my eyes.” Mr. Sanders waved his palm after he spoke.


    A mass of gentle white light enveloped Jared at once, who suddenly felt extremelyfortable as


    though he was submerged in a hot spring.


    The white light surrounded Jared and swirled incessantly before slowly dispersing.


    Everybody eximed as they watched the scene unfold as they finally obtained proof that Jared was


    not possessed by an evil spirit.


    Zion, on the other hand, fell into his chair.


    It appears that Jared is not possessed by an evil spirit after all. We have all seen Mr. Sanders’ moves,


    and the evil spirit within Jared would have materialized under the gentle light. How did his strength


    grow with such speed if he were not possessed?


    Zion could notprehend it, but Ryker, seated beside him, had been silent as he gazed at Jared with


    interest.


    Jared’s constitution and his cultivated techniques are exactly what I want.


    “All right, meeting adjourned. Keep your eyes peeled and report any sightings of men in ck at once.”


    Mr. Sanders waved his hand, and the biggest meeting in history ended as quickly as it began.


    The leaders of the many sects wore shocked expressions.


    They could not understand why Mr. Sanders had incurred much expense to summon them all there if


    he wanted to discuss the men in ck where all he had to do was circte a notice.


    Though the crowd appeared puzzled, nobody dared question Mr. Sanders. Instead, they rose to their


    feet and took their leave.


    Zion’s features twitched. “Doesn’t Jared owe me an exnation for killing my people in the Warriors


    Alliance, Mr. Sanders?” he asked Mr. Sanders through gritted teeth.


    The others stared at Zion in shock at his open defiance against Mr. Sanders.


    Zion, however, knew very well that it was the only thing he could do or he would risk losing his life.


    Mr. Sanders gazed at Zion coldly. “What sort of exnation are you expecting? Are you thinking of


    fighting him here?”


    Zion quickly lowered his head to avert Mr. Sanders’ cold gaze. “I wouldn’t dare!”


    “Then get the hell out of here! I said I will take care of it, and I will.”


    Zion shuddered. With onest venomous look at Jared, he swiftly led the members of the Warriors


    Alliance out of the Department of Justice.


    Mr. Sanders turned to Jared after Zion departed with his men. “You are bold, Jared. How dare you


    murder in the arena? Do you think I wouldn’t darey a finger on you? Or do you think of yourself as


    special?”


    Mr. Sanders’ aura frightened L and Howard, while Jared, who stood in front of them, remained


    unperturbed.


    “Isn’t that what you wish to see, Mr. Sanders?” Jared asked with a wry smile.


    Mr. Sanders scanned Jared, taken aback. “What do you mean?”


    “You turned upte, Mr. Sanders, and gave me so much time,” Jared exined calmly. “Didn’t you want


    me to cause trouble in the arena? Only when the waters are stirred will the fishes appear. Wasn’t that


    what you wanted?”


    “Hahaha. Why, you little…”


    Mr. Sanders boomed withughter, the coldness in his expression disappearing in an instant. “You


    stirred the waters, you clean it up. Get out of the Department of Justice. Your survival is no longer my


    concern.”