“I’ll fulfill your conditions.” Wesley looked at James. “Now, it’s your turn.”

James acted decisively. He shot out an Innate Energy that trapped Xever within the Three Treasures Formation and threw him in front of Wesley.

“One more thing,” Wesley said impatiently. “Don’t try to deceive me.”

With a grunt, James tossed out Cyril, who had both arms and legs severed.

“You even want a cripple?” Wesley asked rhetorically. “You have seen the power of the sword within the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword. Being wounded by it takes a long time to heal, and even a severed limb requires recasting the Golden Body. You must use it cautiously.”

James exclaimed, “Are you leaving?”

“Do you want to invite me to drink at the Great Historial Land?” Wesley countered.

James replied, “Yes.”

Wesley spat. “You wish! I won’t fall for it. Remember our agreement, cunning kid.”

With that, he twisted both Xever and Cyril into a sacred radiation and soared into the sky. It was not until then that Zeux and Beatrice