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!”

from his body. They could still feel the aura clearly even though they 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

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 grass and nine clawed python spirited core. Let’s not fight with

and shouted like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on, “I say, Edric, why are you being such a coward? We might not have the advantage of numbers but that doesn’t mean we have no chance

must have wanted to curse. It was obvious the

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

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

cake. Judging by what 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 to speak such big words in front