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Chapter 6190

Truett was stunned for a moment.

Then, he quickly walked over to James and said, “Sorry, James.

I stole your limelight.” James rolled his eyes at Truett, then ascended the stairs.

At that moment, a dozen powerhouses at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation flew out of the

palace.

They carried a red sedan chair covered with red gauze curtains.

A beautiful woman with heavy makeup and was wearing a colorful robe sat inside the sedan chair.

She had an enchanting and mesmerizing appearance.

Her every movement emitted elegance, and she was incredibly alluring.

Adair immediately became vigilant upon seeing her and reminded James, “That’s the Sanctum Sect's

Leader, Wylie Harriet.

Be careful, she’s proficient in Soul Art.” Xatial also whispered, “She’s at the peak of the Yuraeceon

Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation.

We better be on guard.” James raised his head and said smilingly, “Wylie, huh? She doesn’t look asnovelbin

stunning as you two.

Xachary has such a unique taste in women.” Xatial fell silent.

Truett said proudly, “Who cares about her appearance? In this world, my wife and Thea are the most

beautiful women.

Everyone else can’t compare.” As soon as Truett finished speaking, he felt two hostile glances from

behind him.

He quickly smiled and said, “Of course, you two are beautiful too.” Xatia and Adair snorted at him.

At that moment, a burst of seductive laughter came from within the sedan chair.

“You two men are pretty interesting.

One is good-looking, and the other is humorous.

If I can capture you two and have you as my slaves, my days will surely be full of entertainment.

The next second, a terrifying aura came from the golden palace and a middle-aged man wearing a gray

robe appeared.

Seeing the man, James frowned and said, “Another cultivator at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm

Rank’s Ninth Tribulation.” Truett said coldly, “That’s not just anybody.

He’s the Behaterm Sect’s Leader, Yancy Quaid.” Stunned, James asked, “Is that Salach’s father?”

Truett nodded and said, “Yeah.

Although he is only at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, he is close to the

Quasi Daeclon Rank.

He’s ranked second in the Ancient Genesis World.” James squinted and asked, “He's stronger than

Lyla?” Truett said solemnly, “They've never fought before.

I'm assuming the difference in strength isn’t that wide.” Suddenly, Yancy appeared in the sedan chair

with a flash.

He wrapped his arms around Wylie and chuckled lewdly.

“I like those two.

I want to make them my slaves.” James was immediately disgusted by the sight.

The high society was indeed a chaotic circle.

Wylie was supposedly Xachary and Gladwin’s partner.

However, she was also with the Behaterm Sect’s Leader.

The two made out intimately within the sedan chair as if nobody was around.

Just as Truett was about to take action, James stopped him.

Truett said coldly, “I’m fucking disgusted.” James said smilingly, ‘Even so, you have to endure it.”

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