No 1 Supreme Warrior

Noel stared speechlessly at Jack before rolling his eyes at him. “Do you hear yourself? Going to war against the Muddled Origin Clan and going to war against the Corpse Pavilion is totally different, okay? One is on par with us and the other is a fourth-grade Clan association! By then, it’s not up to us to say whether we want to go to the battlefield because they will force us to go for sure!”

Jack arched his eyebrow and said defensively, “It’s not as if the Corpse Pavilion is specifically targeting us! There’ll be other Clan associations fighting against them too. Besides, their target is to get rid of the Thousand Leaves Pavilion first, meaning they would be the main force in this matter while we’ll only act as supporters.”

Thousand Leaves Pavilion would be the main force but do you think they would sacrifice their disciples to protect us? Don’t be surprised if they treat us like pawns. Whatever happens, we’ll be the unlucky ones. As an informal disciple, I might not be of great help in the

bitter feeling spread from Noel’s mouth to his entire body, making him feel deathly uncomfortable. Jack arched

so that you can mentally prepare yourself. When

right. But what can I do? How can I turn my back on my own Clan association in times of need? I might as well give up my identity as an informal disciple and be branded

usually not needed on the battlefield but even so, there was a high chance he would be sent there if the Clan association became desperate. Then, he would be nothing but cannon fodder. Thinking about this made

outrage. “What the hell are those bastards from the Corpse Pavilion thinking? Why

need to be confused and there’s no need to question their intelligence. There must be a reason for them to go through all this effort and my guess

of you know about the secret resource place? We need to exchange all the information we have so that we can figure out why the Corpse Pavilion is going through all this length