No 1 Supreme Warrior

The masked man’s imposing aura was a little more restrained after he landed on the ground again. “Do I need to say it again? Either get lost or die. None of you five will survive if you stay any longer!”

were dozens of yards away from him. Heath involuntarily took a half-step back, but then he forced himself to gain back that half-step as if he did not want to give the masked

across the Corpse Pavilion disciples. Then, he looked at the members of his group and finally said,” Brother Heath, don’t be impulsive. You very well know that none of the people in the Corpse Pavilion are easy to deal with. They don’t care about etiquette and morality. By the looks of it, they’re hellbent on getting their hands on the spirited

being such a coward? We might not have the advantage of numbers but that doesn’t mean we have no chance of winning at all! In any case, our ranks in the Clan association are quite high as well! Although the Corpse Pavilion is also a fourth-grade

water might drip from it. Jack arched his brow; he could imagine how badly Edric must have wanted to curse. It was obvious the masked man and others heard Frank since he

nothing, but the two disciples flanking him were not as calm as him. Judging by their stance, they should be the masked man’s two most loyal and powerful junior brothers. One of them was the bearded man who just spoke, and the other had not spoken from the beginning to

even though he did not say anything. His facial features, for the most part, were average-looking. His eyes were as small as a mung bean. If going by the eyes alone, one would be forgiven

you are wearing, you should be a disciple of the Muddled Origin Clan of the third grade Clan Association. I do wonder where did a third -grade Clan Association get so much courage