Hearing Wesley's words again, Violent Tiger trembled with rage. In all his life, he had never seen anyone so arrogant.
"Kid, you are dead meat today! No one can save you, I say so!"
The rest of the Beast God Cult members grew even more furious, wishing they could slice the young man in the air into a thousand pieces, and even that wouldn't satisfy their hatred.
If looks could kill, Wesley would have already been killed countless times by the people of the Beast God Cult.
"Quick, stop the Beast God Cult!" Director Ryan roared. Currently, he was entangled by several demonic beasts and simply couldn't make it in time to rescue them.
"Tsk, you all want to kill your grandpa. You Beast God Cult people are truly unfilial sons. Grandpa's heart is aching."
Wesley even feigned a heartbroken look, continuing to maximize the Beast God Cult's hatred toward him.
Meanwhile, the Kent Family Beast Master who had brought Wesley up into mid-air regretted his decision ten thousand times over.
