Chapter 2160


    Chapter2160 An Intentional Provocation


    “What if we insist on going in? What can you do about it, Archer? Not only did Matthew note out to


    greet us, but he''s also not letting us go inside. What could Luminous Sect possibly be hiding from all of


    us?” Emiliano taunted, a devious smirk tugging at his lips.


    “Your sect is the one that is harboring secrets from us all.”


    Having heard themotion, Skyler brought some people with her and instantly rushed to the scene.


    A glint shed past Emiliano''s eyes at the sight of the woman.


    “Ms. Lound, you really are getting prettier by the day. I didn''t know that body of yours could get any


    better,” he drawled, the sleaziness in his gaze unable to be concealed as he looked Skyler up and


    down.


    Archer felt rage coursing through his veins at the sight of Emiliano''s eyes on Skyler.


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    Everyone in Luminous Sect knew that Skyler and Archer were a match made in heaven. The two had


    been close since they were young, and Archer never managed to hide his pure affection for Skyler.


    Certainly, he wasn''t about to take Emiliano''s disgusting behavior sitting down.


    “Shut up, Emiliano, unless you want to know what it feels like to live with dentures for the rest of your


    life,” Archer barked angrily.


    Emiliano burst outughing at the man''s threat. “Hahaha! As if you would be able toy a finger on me.


    If you think you have that capability, go ahead and make a move. I''m standing right here.”


    Emiliano stretched his neck forward, so he was looking Archer dead in the eye and taunting thetter to


    start a fight.


    Skyler, on the other hand, tugged at the corner of Archer''s shirt, stating, “Don''t act rashly, Archer. He''s


    intentionally provoking you.”


    If Archer started a fight, he would automatically be in the wrong. Moreover, he would have a hard time


    defending himself if he were to make a move in front of so many people.


    Still, Archer went red in the face as he dug his nails into his palms and emanated a fiery aura.


    Emiliano smirked at the man''s inaction and said with a smile, “If you don''t have the guts to make a


    move, then get out of my way. Hand over the Demonic Cultivator, or let us go in and get him


    ourselves.”


    Emiliano''s cockiness was more than one could bear. Archer''s anger reached its boiling point, and his


    fist moved before he could think.


    In the blink of an eye, he was already sending a punch flying Emiliano''s way.


    Before the punch could touch Emiliano, however, he nimbly dodged the attack, and a heavy punch


    came swooping toward Archer right after.


    Archer hadn''t even had time to retract his arm when Emiliano''s fist appeared right in front of his face.


    Thetter was clearly prepared and was only waiting for Archer to strike.


    Bam!


    Emiliano''s fistnded squarely in the center of Archer''s chest, causing him to stagger backward.


    He only managed to stop himself when a fellow Luminous Sect member caught ahold of him.


    Archer looked up at Emiliano, anger zing in his eyes. He could not swallow the stinging humiliation


    of being punched by Emiliano in front of so many n elders.


    Archer was not afraid to admit that he was no match for Garthor. However, Emiliano was not stronger


    than his older brother. Hence, Archer and Emiliano should be equal in their abilities.


    The two of them should have been evenly matched, yet Archer was staggering backward after a single


    punch. This caused him great embarrassment.


    “I''m going to kill you, Emiliano!” Archer bellowed as he dashed toward his opponent.


    Just then, Jared calmly made his way out and arrived at the entrance. Facing people from numerous


    ns, he asked, “Are you all looking for me? Am I the Demonic Cultivator you speak of?”


    Emiliano tossed him a nce before questioning, "Are you Jared Chance?”


    “That''s me.” Jared nodded.


    “You''re the one, then. You''re the Demonic Cultivator and the person who injured my brother, correct?”


    An unruffled Jared merely nodded upon hearing the man''s statements. “You''re referring to Garthor


    Fairchild from Stormwind Sect, right? Indeed, I was the one who injured him. Do you have a problem


    with that?”


    “How dare you hurt my brother? You''re just a lowly Demonic Cultivator. A pest like you needs to be


    exterminated, and that is precisely what I am about to do!”


    Emiliano''s expression took on a darker hue as he flipped his palm. Soon, a sword appeared in his


    hand.


    The sharp and deadly de shone a dark, threatening crimson.