No 1 Supreme Warrior

The sound of their insults echoed through the air. All of them were looking at Zeph with derision in their eyes. Suddenly, a shout could be heard amongst the din of the crowd. Instantly, they all went silent for they all knew there was only one thing that could elicit a response like this.

must be getting bad. Did the fifth light just light up? This can’t be

the eye. There’s

dropped to the ground. Jack really did it-he really lit up the fifth light by a far margin. They were quietly counting

highest score amongst them all. The crowd had to pinch themselves to check if they were dreaming. How was it possible for a nobody to achieve something that even Morton and Gerald could not do? Even the informal disciples of the Dual Sovereign Pavilion could not achieve such a result. Where did Jack White

previously standing in front of Jack, was manually pushing his jaws close with his hand. “Someone pinch me quick! I must be dreaming. Is he really

was wide open as he stared at the obsidian with disbelief. It was a long while before he recovered himself. He had a rousing suspicion that the obsidian had gone haywire if not, how was it possible for the fifth light to light up? He wished vehemently for his suspicion to be true. After all, this would not bode well

on him. “Your result is certainly impressive. Even amongst the informal disciples, you will be in the top three hundred rankings.” His evaluation shocked Jack for there were a total of three thousand informal disciples in the Dual Sovereign Pavilion and each of the three thousand was a handpicked elite from all of West