These three would always go looking for trouble with the third-generation disciples. Relying on their considerable strength, and with the tacit approval of Henry Bolton and Matthew Bolton, they were truly unstoppable. There weren’t many third-generation disciples in the Wuji Demon Sect to begin with, and after their antics, even more went into seclusion! As a result, the Wuji Demon Sect became even more deserted!

Last time, when they heard that Brian Carter had joined the sect, the three of them were already prepared to give him a hard time. But after they learned of it, Brian Carter had already gone into seclusion, so they assumed he was afraid of them and let it go!

Recently, feeling bored with their cultivation, they discovered someone was barbecuing food in the Wuji Demon Sect. The three found it odd and followed the aroma of meat, only to see it was coming from Brian Carter’s room. They found an excuse about disturbing the sect’s peace to come and teach him a lesson!

Having figured out the whole story, Brian Carter looked down on them a bit. Relying on their elders and bullying the weak while fearing the strong—what kind of people were they? Judging by their cultivation, all three were a notch above him. Not to mention Richard Bolton, even just Charles Foster and Stephen Grant were both at the late stage of the Fasting Realm, while Brian Carter was only at the mid-stage. But Brian Carter believed that with the strength of his body and the secret techniques of the Wuji Demon Arts, he wouldn’t suffer too much against Charles Foster and Stephen Grant. It was just Richard Bolton that would be difficult, since there was a whole realm’s difference!

“You think you can just let this go with a word? What about the dignity of the sect? You’re a newcomer and already so rude. The three of us are your senior brothers, and you dare not even stand up and salute? You treat the sect rules as nothing! Looks like if we don’t teach you a lesson, you’ll be completely out of control!” Charles Foster said in a sinister, harsh voice, while Richard Bolton and Stephen Grant both stared at him, sneering coldly.

Brian Carter thought it over. The three probably wouldn’t kill him, but a beating was inevitable. Although Brian Carter’s body was strong and such a beating wouldn’t do him much harm, letting himself be bullied was not in his nature. Moreover, in the Demon Sect, strength was respected. If he let them get away with it today, wouldn’t they always be riding on his neck in the future?

“So… what exactly do the three senior brothers mean by ‘teaching a lesson’? Heh, I’ll take it, but I hope you’ll go easy on me!” Brian Carter said with a fake smile. The pork on the rack was already roasted, and he had put out the fire. Brian Carter stood up smoothly.

The three were a bit surprised. Usually, new disciples would avoid them like the plague—no one had ever dared to resist!

“Good, good, you’ve got some backbone. I don’t know what you’re relying on, but just for that, I see you in a new light. Stephen Grant, why don’t you get close and see what he’s got?” Richard Bolton ordered.

“Heh, very well. Let me see what powerful techniques you’ve mastered in your year since joining the sect!” Stephen Grant grinned viciously as he slowly approached Brian Carter.

Brian Carter said nothing, his body already adjusting, preparing for his first real fight since starting cultivation. Stephen Grant’s cultivation method was unknown, but before he even reached him, a faint dark red smoke emanated from his hand and swept toward Brian Carter. The smoke radiated intense heat, making Brian Carter feel a bit uncomfortable.

But Brian Carter had always cultivated with the help of the Eight-Winged Purple Python’s inner core, which was itself an extremely hot object. Brian Carter’s tolerance for high temperatures had long surpassed ordinary people’s imagination. This level of heat had no effect on him at all.

Suddenly, Stephen Grant’s steps shifted from slow to fast, and in an instant, he was like a whirlwind in front of Brian Carter. His short, stout body seemed to have no hindrance to his speed. A red-hot fist, radiating heat, grew larger before Brian Carter’s eyes, the air around it hissing from the friction caused by the heat. Brian Carter narrowed his eyes, focusing intently on the fist’s movement.

Just as the fist was about to reach his face, Brian Carter activated the Nine Nether Ghost Phantom Technique, and without warning, his body shifted a zhang to the right. Stephen Grant, carried by his own momentum, brushed past Brian Carter and continued forward. A cold glint flashed in Brian Carter’s eyes, and in the next instant, he swept a leg at Stephen Grant’s waist. Before Stephen Grant even hit the ground, Brian Carter closed in again like a ghost and landed a solid punch to Stephen Grant’s stomach.

When Stephen Grant landed, blood was already trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, staring at Brian Carter like a starving wolf. Brian Carter’s moves were fast and ruthless. By the time Richard Bolton and Charles Foster wanted to help, it was already too late. Brian Carter knew that although his strength was impressive, someone at the late Fasting Realm could still barely withstand it.

He walked toward Stephen Grant again, swinging another kick at him. Suddenly, a sound of something slicing through the air came from behind. Brian Carter sneered, knowing someone had finally lost patience and was launching a sneak attack.

His expression unchanged, Brian Carter began to consider whether he should kill the two of them here. But thinking that he still needed to stay in the Wuji Demon Sect for a while, such an action would be unwise. If he used the Wuji Demon Arts to devour their true energy, it would certainly benefit him greatly, given their late Fasting Realm cultivation. But in reality, he absolutely couldn’t act so recklessly.

Suppressing this tempting thought, Brian Carter had already come up with a solution!