Chapter 2676: Has He Always Been This Arrogant?
Carson Flores turned his head in surprise. Who was so arrogant, stirring up hatred right at the first meeting?
The man speaking was at least two meters tall, with a burly physique. He wore a rugged vest, leaving two solid, muscular arms exposed, covered in tattoos. He appeared immensely majestic and towering, like a steel tower.
The man also had a tattoo on his forehead, marking his identity as part of the Southern Wilderness Tribe.
The Barbarian Tribe was organized by clans, and the forehead tattoo represented the clan’s totem symbol. His forehead had a Soaring Snake pattern, indicating his affiliation with the Soaring Snake Tribe.
Garlan Parrish glanced at the man coldly and said, "Phaedron Duncan, your mouth is as foul as ever."
Phaedron Duncan laughed heartily, his eyes scanning the disciples of the Illusory Snake Sect behind Garlan Parrish, shaking his head with a face full of regret. "Your Illusory Snake Sect was already short on people, and now you’ve pieced together a team. If all were to perish in the bloodshed, wouldn’t you suffer a great loss, leaving the sect without successors?"
Garlan Parrish replied calmly, "Killing isn’t about mere words. Your voice is so loud, it seems you’ve gained some power recently, your tone has also grown. Why don’t we spar a bit before the bloodshed begins?"
Phaedron Duncan laughed, "Just kidding, why so impatient? Now’s not the time for us to fight."
Phaedron Duncan looked around, "I heard that after you, someone else in the Illusory Snake Sect has comprehended the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique, becoming your Saint Heir. His strength should be at Great Land Immortal, right? Will he participate in this bloodshed?"
Garlan Parrish replied coldly, "He will participate."
Phaedron Duncan laughed, "That’s good, I heard about the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique, so a few warriors from my tribe want to witness it."
Garlan Parrish sneered, "They will see it, just hope they don’t regret it."
Phaedron Duncan shrugged indifferently, "Warriors are fearless of death for the tribe! On the other hand, you have finally found a successor, yet send him into a deadly situation, aren’t you afraid he might perish within?"
Garlan Parrish calmly responded, "The Immortal Path goes against the heavens, with relentless fighting. If he dies within, it’s his fate!"
Phaedron Duncan laughed, "Good, bold indeed!"
Carson Flores observed the conversation, again feeling the weakness of the Illusory Snake Sect.
Currently, the Illusory Snake Sect relies heavily on Sect Master Garlan Parrish to hold the fort. Facing external provocations, only Garlan Parrish can personally step up to maintain dignity.
If someday Garlan Parrish dies, the Illusory Snake Sect may become unsustainable, falling into complete decline.
Phaedron Duncan was obviously an old acquaintance of Garlan Parrish, holding some grudges. So upon seeing Garlan Parrish, he couldn’t help but mock a bit.
Garlan Parrish didn’t respond to Phaedron Duncan anymore, directly leading the group into the demon race camp situated in the north.
Soon enough, a temporary camp was established. Carson Flores was just about to go out for a stroll, when suddenly a chorus of greetings sounded.
"Brother Lorcan!"
"Brother Lorcan, you’re finally here, I was afraid you wouldn’t make it!"
"Hello, Brother Lorcan!"
Carson Flores turned his head and saw, at the camp entrance, a tall young man with a rather ordinary appearance stepping in, his face cold and arrogant. Despite many disciples greeting him, he merely nodded slightly, without speaking.
Holy Son Eolan Lorcan?
Eolan Lorcan entered, his gaze passing over Samir Coffey, then landing on Carson Flores with a slight frown. "Who are you? I haven’t seen you before."
Carson Flores calmly replied, "Battle Hall Disciple from Myriad Immortals Palace, Carson Flores."
Eolan Lorcan paused, the cold expression on his face relaxing slightly, "Battle Hall Disciple, why are you here?"
Samir Coffey answered, "They are my friends; they came to pay me a visit. Coincidentally running into this event, they wanted to give a hand, so they requested two spots from the sect to fight alongside us."
Eolan Lorcan nodded and gave Carson Flores a bow, then entered Sect Master Garlan Parrish’s residence.
Carson Flores transmitted his voice to Samir Coffey, "He’s very arrogant, huh? Is he always like this outside, doesn’t he fear getting beaten?"
Samir Coffey sneered, "Well, he’s the Holy Son, one of the two cultivators of the Sand Dragon Illusion God Technique. A different place aside, in this Illusory Snake Sect, the most important person apart from the Sect Master is him. As they say, the Sect Master is the past, currently, the Holy Son is the present and future."
"A star of the sect!"
Carson Flores joked, "Come on, let’s go for a stroll."
Outside the camp, disciples from various great sects walked around, creating a bustling scene.
Carson Flores asked curiously, "So many people, is everyone going into the bloodshed?"
Samir Coffey shook his head, "Of course not, sects send people based on strength, with varying numbers, totaling two hundred fifty per side, five hundred altogether. Many of these people came uninvited, joining in for the excitement, mostly to watch the battle projection within the bloodshed..."