“Who are you? What right do you have to fight me?”

Eustace’s gaze was hostile as he stared at the man on the wine gourd. Although their cultivation levels were on par, Eustace was absolutely confident. He had the Umbrella of Destiny in his hand coupled with many trump cards. He could definitely take down this guy within five minutes.

‘A seed? Hmph. All of you fake seeds have to yield to me. When the time comes, all of you shall become my slaves.’

He envisaged a certain possibility on a whim. He would get all those so-called seeds from other sanctuaries over and sign Soul Contracts with them to make them into his henchmen. Then, his strength would rise greatly, and he would create an invincible team to sweep across America.

Even if those geezers beyond the sky were to descend, he would kill them to the point that they fled helter-skelter.

At that thought, Eustace was excited.

Looking at the man on the wine gourd, he felt he was looking at his livestock. He then immediately said, “