Only Pei Ze remained perfectly calm and composed.
He scanned the crowd of Demon Cultivators, a faint, unexpected smile on his face.
"Three at their peak, two high-level, three mid-level, and four low-level, plus more than a dozen Demonized. A total of 426 merit points."
"Not bad. More than I expected."
"Looks like tonight will be a bountiful harvest."
At Pei Ze's words, not only Su Ya and Peng Yan but even the heretics were taken aback.
Soon enough, though, the heretics snapped out of it. Their faces darkened, and their gazes turned utterly vicious.
'This damned brat! Where does he get off acting so confident, like he's already got us in the bag?'
Su Ya's expression was a sight to behold.
'She didn't understand how Pei Ze could still be so composed. Could he have another ace up his sleeve?'
"For a mere Third-level Wizard Apprentice, you talk awfully big."
A cold glint flashed in the scar-faced Demon Cultivator's eyes, his killing intent now completely unconcealed.
