“Fate has brought us together, let us be friends!” the young man responded with a smile.
“Not interested!” Rakshasa interrupted, her tone dismissive. “We’re about to eat, so kindly leave if you have nothing to contribute.”
“Don’t be in such a rush to dismiss me, miss…” the young man continued, unfazed.
“Waiter!” Rakshasa called out, cutting him off, and signaled to a nearby waiter.
“What can I assist you with, Miss?” the waiter approached, attentive.
“He’s bothering us while we’re dining, we don’t know him, so kindly ask him to leave!” Rakshasa pointed at the young man.
“Of course!” The waiter nodded, then turned to the young man. “Sir, please refrain from disturbing our guests…”
Before the waiter could finish his sentence, a follower behind the young man raised his hand and struck.
Without warning, the waiter was sent flying, crashing to the ground, spewing out a mouthful of blood.
“You dare to cause trouble here? Do you have a death wish?” A burly man, who seemed to be in charge of the establishment, swiftly approached.
As he reached them, he pointed at the young man and continued speaking.
“Do you have any idea where you are? If you wish to avoid trouble, leave immediately!”
Before he could finish his warning, just like the waiter before, he was forcefully thrown back, crashing into a nearby table, unconscious with his eyes rolled back.
“This is outrageous!” a patron, unable to stand idly by, rose to his feet, speaking out in anger.
Soon, other customers joined in, demanding that the young man and his group vacate the premises.
“Is this truly outrageous?” the young man scanned the surrounding crowd, then turned to the patron. “Do you want to interfere in our affairs?”
“This is Demonrealm City. Consider the consequences, or…” the patron’s brow furrowed.
“Kill him!” the young man interrupted the patron’s words, as if discussing something utterly ordinary.
“Understood!” one of his followers responded, raising his hand to launch an attack.
His strength was that of a Half-Step Third-rank Saint, while the patron’s cultivation only reached the mid-late stage of a Sovereign. If struck by this blow, there would likely be nothing left of him.
“This is outrageous!” Harleen frowned, raising her hand and delivering a powerful palm strike.
With a muffled sound, Harleen blocked the opponent’s attack, causing a strong gust of wind that toppled nearby tables and chairs.
“Hmm?” the young man, taken aback by Harleen’s unexpected skill, hesitated briefly before saying, “Do you have a death wish? Allow me to grant your wish!”
Before he could finish his sentence, he abandoned the patron and turned to attack Harleen.
“Begone!” Elder Wood’s voice resonated as he unleashed his full strength, meeting the opponent head-on.
With a loud crash, the two exchanged blows, evenly matched, unable to inflict harm upon each other.
After a few rounds of intense combat, they both retreated several steps, creating some distance between them.
“It seems I underestimated all of you. You’ve been concealing your true strength!” the young man once again assessed Harleen and the others.
“Don’t waste time, reveal your purpose. What do you want?” Casey spoke with a deep voice.
“I’ve already mentioned it before, I simply wished to make friends with all of you!” the young man shrugged nonchalantly.
“Fool, we have no interest in being friends with you. Now depart!” Judge replied firmly.
“Outrageous! How dare you speak disrespectfully to Master Asher. Kneel down!” the Third-rank Saint, standing behind the young man, commanded with a stern tone.
After speaking, he made a move towards Judge.
“You best not bring trouble upon yourselves. Otherwise, you will regret it!” Night Orchid coldly retorted.
“Are you kidding me?” the young man smirked, waving his hand dismissively to his entourage.
“Casey, let’s make our way,” Harleen took a deep breath, her voice determined.
Casey nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.
Both of them were well aware of the formidable background of their opposition. While their current group had strength, there was no telling if the other party had reinforcements waiting in the shadows.
In Demonrealm City, they stood alone, without any backup. If things were to go awry, they would find themselves at a severe disadvantage. Hence, it was prudent for them to avoid unnecessary trouble and navigate the situation with caution.
With that in mind, the group proceeded towards the exit of the restaurant.
However, as they stepped out onto the open space in front, the young man trailed behind with a few companions, blocking their path.
“You’re leaving so soon? Are you disrespecting me?” the young man sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Harleen’s group disregarded his words and continued to forge ahead.
“Without my permission, you ain’t going anywhere.” The young man mocked, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture.
In an instant, a powerful force encompassed the entire square, ensnaring Harleen’s group within its grasp.
“Get lost!” Grand Ravenwood bellowed, blocking the attack with a swift palm strike.
Bang!
A loud crash echoed, and both parties staggered back several steps.
“Not bad, let me see if you can handle another move!” The man’s eyes narrowed as he unleashed his full strength, launching an attack towards Grand Ravenwood.
Grand Ravenwood’s pupils slightly constricted as he sensed the power behind the move. The man’s combat prowess was not inferior to his own. With little time to think, Grand swiftly raised his hand to meet the attack.
“Be careful, Elder Ravenwood!” Casey and the others shouted.
In the next instant, another thunderous crash resounded as Grand Ravenwood slid back dozens of meters before coming to a stop, his pent-up aura surging out. But it wasn’t over yet. The man clearly had no intention of giving up easily.
Just as Grand Ravenwood regained his footing, the man lunged towards him.
“I’ll assist you!” Casey shouted, wielding his battle blade and unleashing the Domineering Blade Art to strike at the man.
With his cultivation of a Third-rank Saint and the power of the Domineering Blade Art, Casey still struggled to match his opponent, but distracting him was a feasible strategy.
“You really want to die. I’ll grant it then!” The man didn’t expect Casey to unleash such a powerful strike, causing his eyes to narrow.
In response, he swiftly turned and launched a series of powerful palm strikes towards Casey, creating a roaring gust of wind.
Their attacks collided, and Casey was sent flying, coughing up a mouthful of blood mid-air. He crashed heavily onto the ground, tumbling several somersaults before finally coming to a stop, blood pouring from his mouth.
The three-rank difference was clearly not easy to overcome. In just one exchange, Casey was severely injured, with less than half of his combat strength remaining.
“Casey!” Harleen and the others shouted simultaneously, rushing towards him.
On the other hand, the young man, despite Casey’s full-powered Domineering Blade Art, was not unscathed! The powerful shock-wave pushed him back over a hundred meters, a hint of blood staining his lips as his face paled slightly.
However, that was the extent of his injuries, no other visible wounds.
But what startled him was that just as he regained his composure, a powerful palm strike from Grand Ravenwood came hurtling towards him. Caught off guard, he didn’t have time to dodge, his pupils shrinking in alarm.
“Master Asher, careful!” His followers shouted in unison.
Though they intended to help, their reaction speed fell short of their intentions.
“How dare you attack Master Asher? You’re seeking death!” A voice of an old man resounded just as the young man thought he was about to suffer severe damage.