No 1 Supreme Warrior

“Young man, I…I’m the young master of a third-class aristocratic family! You can’t kill me!” Dylan’s legs turned into jelly in his bone-chilling fright. He wanted to escape but both his legs did not cooperate.

Jack flipped his hand and the black sword in his hand was nowhere to be seen. It had disappeared into thin air.

“I won’t kill you,” commented the indifferent Jack with a tight smile.

Dylan relaxed and smiled when he heard this. “And that’s a wise choice, my brother. It’s always better to have a friend than an enemy, right? From today onward, you are my brother, and we’ll be best friends. You should know that being friends with a third-class aristocratic family’s young master would only benefit you!”

Dylan finished, Jack lifted his heel and slammed it against Dylan, breaking his

pain. The veins on his forehead popped due to the excruciating

but I didn’t say that I won’t turn you into a eunuch!” Jack smiled coldly and loathingly added, “Now scram, you eunuch. You should stop

regret this! Do you t—think our family is j—just an ordinary one?” On the verge of fainting, Dylan gritted his teeth as cold sweat kept

laughed. He

whatever you want. If I, Walter Lamington, frown, I’ll give up my surname!” The elder’s name was Walter Lamington. He laid on the ground and had

you eat it. The favor you owed them has been paid. While you aided

of War and he thought that Jack would