That’s a really good excuse.
Before Carson Flores could speak, the tall Duke Reid said coldly, "You are a newcomer who understands nothing. You probably haven’t even started cultivating yet. If you exchange your cave dwelling to us, we’ll look after you in the future, so you won’t get bullied by others."
Carson Flores laughed.
"Not get bullied by others, just specifically by you?"
Being a newcomer, Carson Flores didn’t want to start trouble in principle, but that didn’t mean he was afraid of trouble.
His nickname as a professional exterminator didn’t come from nowhere; it was carved out by the blood of one family after another!
Short and chubby Gregory Pearson’s eyes widened in discontent, "What kind of way is that to speak? We saw you were new from the outside, not understanding anything, and wanted to help you. If you exchange your cave dwelling with us, won’t we still look after you and lead you in cultivation? You, all alone, without even a mentor to guide you, how slow that would be by yourself."
Duke Reid sneered, "Exactly, don’t reject a face-saving offer. Maybe you were somebody important on the outside, but here, you’re nothing, just a newcomer. What are you acting so superior for?"
Carson Flores replied with a light smile, "I’m not exchanging."
Duke Reid and Gregory Pearson looked at each other, and Duke Reid sneered, "Pretty bold, aren’t you? Then let’s have a senior brother come to weigh you up and see just how formidable you actually are."
Duke Reid didn’t use his flying sword, but reached out directly to grab Carson Flores.
A rush of dense spiritual energy surged out instantly. With Duke Reid’s motion, it expanded into a spiritual energy hand several meters in diameter, resembling a giant dragon claw that reached out directly towards Carson Flores.
Just before the Dragon Claw was about to reach him, Carson Flores finally made his move, sending out a light palm stroke.
A massive spiritual energy palm imprint shot out instantly, colliding with the immense spiritual energy claw and shattering it.
Duke Reid’s complexion turned slightly pale as he stepped back, his eyes filled with shock and uncertainty.
This kid was somewhat formidable.
After all, he was at the Foundation Establishment Stage, yet the other party casually neutralized his attack?
Gregory Pearson was eager to try, "I’ll put it to the test."
Gregory Pearson stepped forward, and without any fancy maneuvers, he directly threw a punch at Carson Flores. Spiritual energy converged like a flood, its formidable might astonishing.
It must be said, within the Blessed Land of Cave Heavens, the abundance of spiritual energy was many times higher than that of the mortal world, making even a display of force in a fight much grander. Carson Flores felt a thrilling pleasure as if swimming in a sea of spiritual energy, much like he had been living in a desert all these years, struggling to find water, and now suddenly arriving beside an inland lake with an inexhaustible water supply, filling him with a sense of joy.
With a simple gesture, Carson Flores created a spiritual energy claw that, although not particularly large, was much more substantial in quality than Duke Reid’s earlier grab.
If Duke Reid’s grab looked more like a plastic claw, then Carson Flores’ grip was like one made of refined steel, indestructible.
The storm brought up by Gregory Pearson’s punch dissipated like a burst soap bubble under Carson Flores’ casual gesture.
Gregory Pearson’s expression changed, his eyes filled with apprehension.
This punch was not his full strength or the extent of his techniques, but Carson Flores’ casual handling of his attack put pressure on him.
This newcomer from the mortal realm seemed not as simple as he had thought.
His strength didn’t seem inferior!
"You’re young, but your strength isn’t bad. You must be considered a proper genius in the mortal realm, no wonder you’re so arrogant... What realm are you in?"
Carson Flores found it amusing, his words dripping with sarcasm, "You’ve already made your move, and now you’re asking me my realm. What, if I’m a higher realm, you’ll stop your bullying, and if I’m a lower realm, you’ll keep at it?"
Carson Flores’ words were like a resounding slap across the faces of Duke Reid and Gregory Pearson, their faces suddenly flushed red.
"Draw your flying sword, stop wasting words with him!"
Duke Reid gave a cold snort and casually revealed his own flying sword, which soared like a rainbow, dancing around in front of him with dazzling movements, emitting bursts of cold light that seemed impressive.
Carson Flores did not draw a flying sword. As he had cultivated the flying sword technique for a short time, he was obviously not as flexible in his control as they were.
Carson Flores pulled out the Three Provinces Sword, standing with it ready.
Seeing this scene, Duke Reid laughed with scorn.
So he was a newcomer from the mortal realm after all, not even possessing a flying sword but still using a worn sword. Which cultivator uses a worn sword?
A flying sword can kill from a distance, its control agile, and it supplies endlessly; the flying sword is their main offensive weapon.
Duke Reid scoffed, "Junior brother, you don’t even have a flying sword, do you? How about you let me have the cave dwelling, and I’ll give you a flying sword and teach you how to wield it?"
Carson Flores replied calmly, "I don’t need a flying sword to deal with you guys."
The smile on Duke Reid’s face froze instantly, his gaze turning furious.
"Fine, insolent boy, let’s see what you’ve got to belittle my flying sword !"
With a sweep of Duke Reid’s sword finger, the flying sword took off like a startled swan, slicing through the air to pierce directly at Carson Flores’ chest at an extreme speed.
Watching Duke Reid’s sword move, Carson Flores’ mind was suddenly filled with the image of Shirley Miller wielding her own sword finger in an ethereal manner, and he had a sudden realization.
Shirley Miller had previously used her sword technique to transform into a sword finger to confront the enemy; her sword wielding skills must be quite formidable, right?