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

due to the excruciating pain he was

that I won’t turn you into a eunuch!” Jack smiled coldly and loathingly

j—just an ordinary one?” On the verge of fainting, Dylan gritted his teeth

still dared threaten me after all that?” Jack laughed. He walked toward the elder and looked down at

surname!” The elder’s name was Walter Lamington. He laid on the ground and

a small pill instead and tossed it at him. “This is medication to cure your wound—your wound will heal speedily once you eat

Walter gazed at Jack, rather astounded yet perplexed. He never held back when he attacked him. After all, he was a seven-star King of War and he thought that Jack would kill him to prevent any troubles in the future. He never anticipated a merciful Jack instead who handed him