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!”

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

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

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 Clan association, there is still a gap in power between the disciples. Who knows, these guys might be the

Edric must have wanted to curse. It was obvious the masked man and others heard Frank since he did not bother to lower his volume at

stance, they should be the masked man’s two most loyal and powerful junior brothers. One of them was the bearded man

small as a mung bean. If going by the eyes alone, one would be forgiven to think they

you are wearing, you should be a disciple of the Muddled Origin Clan of the third grade