No 1 Supreme Warrior

Heath breathed out deeply. Mask or no mask, he did not care. He then took out two three-feet-long swords of the same length from his storage ring and held one in each hand. The swordsmanship he cultivated was the double-sword style, and he stood In a way that allowed him to launch an attack at the drop of a hat. The masked man set his eyes on Heath again. Seeing this, Jack heaved a sigh of relief, and once again set his eyes on the three Corpse Pavilion disciples in front of him.

The bearded man looked him up and down, trying to read him. He suddenly burst out laughing, and said,” You’re smart to change the subject, but even this will not help! I will take off the mask on your face with my own hands to see who you are!”

position he and Frank were in was considered safe compared to the other three. The masked man might have thought of the two of them as garbage hence, pushed them to the edge. That would make it easier for Jack to escape. However, even if he wanted to escape, he had to solve the problem at hand

ax. Frank’s face turned pale immediately. He stepped back,

on directing the attention back to Jack. In Jack’s heart, Frank was as good as dead. He stepped back, activated the laws of space, and immediately pulled a distance of five to

chuckled coldly, and changed his direction toward Jack, leaving the remaining two Corpse Pavilion disciples to deal with Frank. The sound of chaos could

mountain breaking ax slashed over, it carried scorching energy that distorted the surrounding air. Jack’s brows furrowed, his attention a hundred percent on putting some distance between him

a level higher than him. He flipped his hands and punched out hand seals to summon the ten Soul Swords, which

smoke swirled around the giant Soul Sword while the runes on the sword flashed. As he retreated