The middle-aged man gave Dalton a cold nce before snorting. An indescribable aura quietly


    emerged, causing Dalton to copse to his knees.


    “You ignorant child, how dare you speak to me in such a manner? In the past, you would have been


    reduced to a pool of blood by now,” the middle-aged man scoffed.


    Igor’s face instantly turned grim as he witnessed the situation. His body shuddered slightly, and a surge


    of energy rose within him as he confronted the middle-aged man.


    “This is Blood Spirit Valley, not a ce for you to behave with impunity. If you’re looking for someone,


    speak respectfully. If you wish to fight, I’m ready to oblige!”


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    Igor spoke with a cold expression, his eyes filled with murderous intent.


    The middle-aged man looked at Igor, who was brimming with murderous intent, yet he showed no fear.


    Instead, a faint smile yed on his lips. “Indeed, while the cat’s away, the mice will y…”


    After finishing his statement, the aura around the middle-aged man surged dramatically, sending Igor


    flying backward!


    “Insolence…”


    Upon witnessing the situation, Montane Daemonunched his palm at the middle-aged man!


    He felt that the man was too arrogant, and he was certain that he needed to teach him a lesson.


    In response to Montane Daemon’s strike, the middle-aged man casually countered with a punch.


    A sh of white light streaked across the sky, its immense aura akin to a cannonball, fiercely colliding


    with Montane Daemon’s palm strike.


    Montane Daemon was unexpectedly sent flying backward, backpedaling dozens of steps before finally


    managing to steady himself.


    “Not bad at all. Despite being a new Seventh Level Tribtor, you have encountered the demonic


    tribtion cloud and even managed to withstand it.”


    The middle-aged man looked at Montane Daemon with a hint of admiration as he spoke. Montane


    Daemon was utterly shocked, his mouth agape as he eximed, “Who exactly are you? Why do you


    know the Sacred Light Fist?”


    From the eyes of Montane Daemon and hispanions, this person was brimming with the aura of the


    beast race and was clearly a member of the beast race. Thus, they were surprised to see him wield the


    Sacred Light Fist of Whalreth Descent.


    This seemed impossible. One must know that even Montane Daemon didn’t know the Sacred Light


    Fist. The technique was a unique skill belonging to Whalreth, who would never casually teach it to


    others.


    The only time Montane Daemon had ever witnessed the Sacred Light Fist was when Jared used it.


    Could it be that this person was also personally taught by Whalreth?


    “You don’t need to concern yourself with why I can use the Sacred Light Fist. All you need to do is tell


    Jared toe out,” the middle-aged man said tly.


    “Mr. Chance is indeed not here. If you’re looking for him urgently, you can wait here for the time being.


    He should be back soon.”


    Montane Daemon stepped forward, his demeanor bing significantly more respectful.


    Setting aside how this middle-aged man learned the Sacred Light Fist, the fact that he knows it proves


    that he had a connection with Whalreth Descent.


    Since there was a connection, Montane Daemon had to be polite and respectful. He was well aware of


    the status of someone who could wield the Sacred Light Fist among those in Whalreth Descent.


    Upon seeing Montane Daemon’s respectful demeanor and epting that Jared was not in Blood Spirit


    Valley, the middle-aged man nodded and said, “Alright, I will wait here for his return…”


    After speaking, the middle-aged man walked straight into the Blood Spirit Valley. As he passed by


    Dalton, Dalton carefully scrutinized him. Then, his eyes widened in realization, “Oh, I remember now. I


    know who you are…”


    Upon hearing Dalton’s words, both Montane Daemon and Igor turned their gazes toward him.


    “He was the robust man who had set up a stall at Creston Sect. Mr. Chance had even purchased an


    item from him, which appeared to be a timepiece carved out of a gem,” Dalton eximed, suddenly


    realizing the significance.


    Upon hearing this, both Montane Daemon and Igor were momentarily at a loss for words. What does


    this information imply? We now know that he used to run a street stall, but what does it matter? He


    possesses immense power. If he insists on entering Blood Spirit Valley, no one can prevent him!


    Dalton turned to the middle-aged man and inquired, “Are you seeking Mr. Chance because you’ve had


    a change of heart and wish to reim what you sold?”


    However, the middle-aged man merely smirked, said nothing, and proceeded to enter Blood Spirit


    Valley directly.