No 1 Supreme Warrior

Just as Jack turned and was about to close the door, he heard someone calling out, albeit rather mean spiritedly, “You’re Jack?”

Although this was a question, it seemed to be more like a jeer. Jack slowly turned around and saw a man with a short beard and a scary look in his eyes, standing not too far away.

While Jack did not recognize this man, he wore clothes that indicated that he was an informal disciple. This man must be an informal disciple who joined the sect via the usual recruitment process. According to seniority, they should call him their senior brother.

as such, seeing as he obviously did not come bearing kind intentions. In fact, Jack would have ignored him based on his temperament. Jack was new here and did not want

he responded. Wesley Sayer gave Jack a glance-over before he looked at the individual house behind

are only thirty private accommodations, and they actually gave it to

the disciples who just joined the sect surrounding them also realized that something was wrong with Wesley’s words. What did he mean,

“What do you mean? We’re both informal

eyes. He took a glance at all the newly joined disciples and crassly spoke, “I’m saying that you’re cannon fodder. Don’t you know how you were recruited? How is it possible for them to only put an

assessments. It isn’t as easy as the

battle with the Muddled Origin Clan

different from slapping everybody in their faces several times. Many of them were so angry that their faces turned purple

sneered disdainfully and looked at the new disciples like they were bedbugs. “Are you guys unconvinced? If you’re that unsure, let’s go have a fight at the wager battle arena. All