The fear emanating from the passengers was palpable, each one trembling in the face of the group’s


    overwhelming aura.


    Among the passengers, the majority were young cultivators bound for Lunarius Pce, driven by


    curiosity and the hope of finding romantic partners among the pce’s renowned beauties.


    However, most of them were rtively weak, with the majority only Second or Third Level Tribtors,


    lacking the strength to confront such a formidable threat.


    Suddenly confronted by such formidable cultivators, the young passengers were naturally gripped by


    fear.


    Dillon, attempting to maintain hisposure despite the tension, addressed the group, his voice tinged


    with a hint of suppressed anger. “My friends, surely you understand the strength of Pathfinder Sect


    since you had the audacity to get in our airship’s way. Do you think you can dismiss us so easily?”


    If possible, he wanted to avoid conflict. Considering the group’s frequent ventures into the treacherous


    depths of Demonia Mountain, Dillon weighed the potential repercussions of engaging in a deadly feud.


    It was clear that any altercation would only invite relentless harassment upon Pathfinder Sect in the


    future, creating needlessplications.


    “Mr. Sawyer,” One-Eyed retorted coldly, “I harbor no, intentions of disrespecting your sect. However,


    today, I only have one demand. Surrender one individual to me, and the rest of you may depart


    unharmed, with all your resources intact.”


    “Who?” Dillon was taken aback. He hadn’t anticipated that these rogues weren’t after mere material


    possessions but rather a person.


    “Hand over a guy named Jared Chance!” One- Eyed dered.


    “Mr. Chance?”


    Dillon frowned. “Is there some history between Mr. Chance and your group? Why are you looking for


    him?”


    One-Eyedughed in response. “Mr. Sawyer, do you truly not know, or are you feigning ignorance?


    Jared Chance has been marked for execution by the Demon Seal Alliance. Killing him would earn me a


    handsome reward from the alliance. I find it hard to believe that you’re unaware. You’re clearly nning


    to monopolize the bounty that the Demon Seal Alliance offers, aren’t you?”


    One-Eyed’s usation left Dillon stunned; he was indeed oblivious to this matter!


    Meanwhile, in the luxurious private room, Jared’s heart tightened when he heard One- Eyed’s words.


    He hadn’t anticipated that news of his voyage to Lunarius Pce on an airship would be known to


    others.


    A wave ofmotion erupted in the airship. Many cultivators, upon hearing One-Eyed’s words, were


    utterly astonished.


    Many of them were aware of the Decree of Execution issued by the Demon Seal Alliance, but they


    didn’t know Jared. Thus, they didn’t even know Jared had boarded the airship.


    As soon as One-Eyed mentioned that Jared was on board the airship, the cultivators were instantly


    thrown into a frenzy.


    “Who’s Jared? Which one is Jared?” A Fifth Level Tribtor, deemed powerful among the young


    cultivators, rose to his feet, scanning the crowd for answers.


    But silence greeted his inquiry. None dared to speak up, as none of them were Jared.


    “This Jared is worth a handsome bounty. Surely he wouldn’t be sitting among us. He’s likely in the


    luxurious first-ss cabin,” someone spected aloud.


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    “I saw Mr. Sawyer personally escort someone to the first-ss cabin. That guy must be Jared,”


    someone else confirmed.


    Hearing that, the Fifth Level Tribtor wasted no time and sprinted toward the first-ss cabin.


    By now, Dillon had led everyone outside the airship, leaving the interior unguarded. The Fifth Level


    Tribtor hurried to the first-ss cabin. As he was about to kick the door down, the door opened on


    its own.


    Jared emerged from within, fixing a cold gaze on the Fifth Level Tribtor.


    Realizing that Jared was only a Third Level Tribtor, the Fifth Level Tribtor was filled with


    excitement.


    If he acted swiftly and eliminated Jared, the bounty would be his.


    The Fifth Level Tribtor turned to Jared, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Is your name Jared?”


    he asked eagerly.


    Jared affirmed with a nod. “Yes, that’s correct.”


    The Fifth Level Tribtor’s excitement surged. He was ready to pounce on Jared when a voice from


    the crowd interjected, casting doubt. “Не must be a fake. It’s unlikely that the Demon Seal Alliance


    would offer such a generous bounty for a mere Third Level Tribtor! They could easily send a few


    random people to handle someone like him. Is a Decree of Execution really necessary?”