No 1 Supreme Warrior

The fighters who attacked the Nine Armies were all eliminated. Those who managed to escape were nothing but lowly minions. What would be Master Loador’s and Master Mackenzie’s expressions once they heard the news?

At that moment, Master Loador and Master Mackenzie were having drinks together in the Alliance Guard’s base camp. They had received news of the victory and how Pavilion Billow Cloud was left with no survivors. It was good news for the Alliance Guard as if a clan stronger than the Nine Armies were eliminated, it was logical for them to think that they were able to eliminate the Nine Armies too.

After picturing Jack White dying at their hands, Master Loador could not help but laugh gleefully. He raised his glass and clinked against Master Mackenzie’s.

I say? That brat would surely die at our hands. There was no need to worry after all. He’s only at the ultimate god level. No matter how strong he is, he

nothing. I don’t care how much of a talented master he is. He is a useless junk in my eyes as

there still

obstruction hence the delay in the

gently put down his glass and said with resignation in his voice, “It’s not that I want to worry but I cannot get rid of this sudden anxious

to get your knickers in a twist. I’ve already specially instructed the men from Blood Stalwart Pavilion to make sure Jack White is eliminated from the face of this

glass and his cheeks started to flush red. “The Nine Armies are small fries compared to the

himself for needlessly worrying even though

the sound of footsteps could be heard and a small-eyed disciple crashed in. It was evident something big had happened based on his panicked look. Master Loador furiously slammed down his glass on the octagonal table. “How dare you behave like this? What happened?!” he shouted