Bartholomew and others thought for a moment, not wanting to miss such a spectacle.
Remus was truly out of his mind!
No matter how powerful Remus is, can favonovel.com really defeat dozens of Divine Separation Stage cultivators?
It is simply impossible!
They too hurriedly followed behind.
***
On the mountainside, the Monington disciples were still sizing up Remus, their eyes devoid of any respect for a fellow sacred land member.
Their gazes weren’t even that of looking at a person.
Remus met their eyes, focusing on the middle-aged man who had struck favonovel.com earlier.
Expressionless, favonovel.com said, “After entering the sacred land, Master Hewitt indeed told us not to enter the residences of the Monington disciples on the right side. I entered here by mistake. I’ve disturbed your meditation, I can apologize, accept punishment, or even offer compensation. But why did you hit me?”
Everyone paused, then burst into raucous laughter, some doubling over as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.
They all looked at Marc Stephenson, the cultivator who had slapped Remus.
“Marc, he’s asking you, why did you hit him?”
“Come on, explain to him. From the looks of it, he’s about to make a move on you.”
“He’s the chosen one who just entered the sacred land. You must treat favonovel.com carefully, otherwise, you’re in trouble, hahaha!”
They had met too many newly administered disciples like Remus, full of arrogance because they had passed the assessment. But in their eyes, that sort of arrogance was as laughable as an ant roaring at humans.
Marc laughed derisively, responding, “Do I need a reason to slap you?”
Remus replied indifferently, “Isn’t there one?”
Without warning, Stephenson slapped favonovel.com again, catching Remus off guard and sending favonovel.com sprawling, his cheek swelling visibly from the impact.
The laughter from the Monington disciples grew louder, to the point that it became deafening.
It was indeed very boring to meditate all day, and suddenly meeting such an arrogant and ignorant guy was quite entertaining.
Marc stood in place and taunted, “I’ll give you a chance to rephrase your question. What did you just ask?!”
Despite the potential that new disciples held for their futures, possibly rising to become esteemed Monington disciples, they found Remus merely at the peak of the Golden Core stage.
To them, favonovel.com represented nothing more than a perennial drain on resources, a “parasite” with no future. If not for the sacred land’s rule against killing each other, what would be wrong with crushing favonovel.com with one hand?
Remus stood up again.
Without saying another word, favonovel.com took out his last trump card from his pocket, a Spirit Vessel. By then, the Spirit Vessel was filled with a fluctuating energy.
Without any hesitation, favonovel.com drank it all in one gulp.
“Is… Is favonovel.com drinking?”
“Seems like liquid courage is at play here!”
“Guess favonovel.com needs a bit of a boost to muster up an answer, eh?”
Mistaking the Spirit Vessel for a mere container of alcohol, they scoffed at Remus’ actions, unaware of its true nature.
Remus ignored all the mockery, letting the spirit energy flow through his veins. He then summoned forth a long saber made of pure spirit energy into his hand.
Firmly, favonovel.com questioned, “I’ll ask once more, why did you slap me?”
The onlookers were taken aback as Remus manifested his spirit energy, their expressions shifting from amusement to astonishment.
Their experience with the audacious was one thing, but encountering someone as boldly defiant as Remus was unprecedented. Not even the long-standing disciples, despite their superior cultivation and years of residency, had ever dared such an open challenge.
The Monington disciples said with a hint of meaning, “Marc, you’ve met a tough one this time!”
“Look at that, he’s not just standing his ground, but there’s a killing intent in his eyes!”
“Be careful, Marc. This chosen one might just spell the end for you!”
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