No 1 Supreme Warrior

Master Zeller stared at the devastating scene before him; the once prosperous and powerful Pavilion Billow Cloud had fallen just like that. “Do you think we should go to the Nine Armies and take a look at the situation? I want to go, what if there are some survivors?” he sighed aloud.

At this point, Master Zeller ran out of ideas; he simply did not know what to do anymore. He was one of the important figures of the Anti-Alliance Guard, but he was helpless this time.

Master Yarbrough’s eyebrows snapped together, then he slapped his thighs and announced, his voice determined, “Let’s go! We must go and have a look! If there are survivors, we must rescue them! Perhaps some of them were not killed, who knows?”

Master Zeller bobbed his head in agreement. Master Yarbrough’s point of view was reasonable and logical. Although the Pavilion Billow Cloud had become nothing, the spirit of unity and saving the others shall not die. Hence, they should at least go and take a look at the situation.

After the two made the decision, they traveled together toward the Nine Armies. They were mentally prepared for what they were going to see in the Nine Armies.

Armies in their heads- the bloody scene of corpses, shattered fleshes,

the Nine Armies, both of them almost had their jaws drop to the ground. Although there were traces of battle left behind, they could still see crowds moving around within the Nine Armies

and in good spirits as if they were full of hope and confidence about the

name; it was no longer the Nine Armies but the Nine Gods Clan, and their clan

pulled over a short-bearded disciple and asked with a surprised expression, “Did the Alliance Guard not send anyone to attack here? Or

Billow Cloud left a deep impression on Master Zeller and Master Yarbrough but the Nine

of these two men in front of him, he knew that they were not ordinary men from the strong aura that they were

truth. After all, none

master is way more superb and

just say? Those people that Alliance Guard sent were all killed

Yarbrough who was in shock, Master Zeller who stood

and stared at the short-bearded disciples with a pair of stern