Chapter - 3477

A frosty chill appeared on her charming face, swept by the wind, and a hint of nervousness crept into her heart.

With a clasp of her delicate hand, a pink hand fan appeared in her grasp.

The pink hand fan exuded an incredibly powerful aura, it was no ordinary magical object.

However, Wade was quite dismissive of this.

"Aretta, if it truly comes to blows, your defeat is certain. I wouldn't need more than the time it takes to burn an incense stick to best you. However, I have no desire to do so. Instead, I intend to torment you thoroughly until your demise, haha."

"Don't get too cocky, demon cultivator!" Aretta coldly retorted, "Who's stronger, who's weaker, we'll find out soon enough. Even if I can't beat you, I can still inflict serious damage. I'm curious to see just how capable you really are!"

A flicker of hesitation flashed deep within Wade's eyes.

Now wasn't the time to take action.

He didn't want to make a big fuss. If Aretta really dealt him a severe blow, he would be in a sticky situation.

With that thought in mind, he said nonchalantly, "I can leave if you want, just hand over Zeke to me. I don't want the Demonic Lotus petals anymore, how does that sound?"

With a smirk, Aretta scoffed, "You expect me to just hand over Zeke?"

"Zeke is an orthodox cultivator. We, the orthodox sect, stand united. We won't tolerate even the slightest infringement from you!"

"So, are you saying that there's no room for discussion?" Wade retorted, his eyes revealing a deadly intent that could shake the heavens.

Just then, the sound of Zeke's voice abruptly filled the air.

"Wade, do you dare to wager with me?!"

"A wager?" Wade looked at Zeke with disdain, bursting into hearty laughter. "Sure, why not? You tell me how you want to gamble. If I find it interesting, I'll accept the challenge!"

"All right!"

Zeke nodded. "If I win, you will let Vesper go! If I lose, I'll let you call the shots! The wager will be that I will go one-on-one with you, but you have to intentionally limit your abilities!"

No sooner had the words been spoken, than Aretta quickly turned to look at Zeke, letting out a gasp of surprise.

"Zeke, you can't do this! He is a formidable force. Even if he were to lower to your own strength, you'd still be no match for him. Those who practice dark arts are notorious for breaking promises. Even if you somehow managed to win, you'd end up gaining nothing in the end!"

Zeke looked at her with unwavering eyes, shaking his head seriously.

"No, I'd rather give it a try to save my friend."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of Elvis and the others drastically changed.

"What were you doing, Zeke?"

"With Aretta around, we still have a glimmer of hope. Even if Wade lowers his power, can your skills really compare to his? Stop talking now, let Aretta handle this!"

"Yeah, Zeke, you really should stop playing the hero. After all, Vesper is a demonic cultivator. What does her life or death have to do with you?"

Other orthodox cultivators, including the disciples of the Nimbus Sect, were all looking at Zeke with confusion.

Everyone's faces bore a rather unpleasant expression.

For the sake of saving a demonic cultivator, Zeke had to go as far as to face off against Wade himself.

In truth, what baffled everyone even more was why Wade demanded they hand over Zeke.

Could it be, all this was just a ploy to mess with the orthodox cultivators, to undermine their unity?

Thinking back, it seemed quite plausible.

Because, besides Aretta, the most eye-catching was undoubtedly Zeke.

At that moment, Zeke seemed more like an idiot.

Despite everyone's lack of knowledge regarding the specific relationship between Zeke and Vesper.

But since Zeke declared that Vesper was his friend, it should indeed be so.

After all, Zeke was not fond of telling lies.

During times like this, no one had the mental capacity to think about anything else.

Vesper stared at Zeke in surprise, not expecting that he would still be thinking of saving her at this moment. Tears began to roll down from her beautiful eyes, and her heart was filled with immense gratitude.

It had been a long time since she had received such care.

Being part of the demonic cultivators' camp, she was mostly cold and ruthless most of the time.

Now, surprisingly, she was sobbing.

Upon seeing her in such a state, Wade instantly grew impatient and hastily pushed her away.

"Silence her! Bind her up!" He ordered his subordinates.