No 1 Supreme Warrior

Zamian sighed internally. The masked man would definitely label him as weak if he asked for his help now. He did not want to leave a bad impression, so he bit the bullet instead.

Jack narrowed his eyes and suddenly thought of a plan. This was his chance to escape since the masked man’s attention was elsewhere. If he did not leave then, he would have died with the others. Thinking of this, he activated his internal energy and unleashed his strongest skill.

He had successfully condensed fifteen Soul Swords in the Soul Hall after absorbing the Shattered Soul Crystals. Those fifteen Soul Swords which were exuding a gray -black brilliance were Jack’s trump card; they were filled with unfathomable power as they spun on Jack’s

about them. However, it was not like he had any other

turned his head sharply to look at the two Corpse Pavilion disciples who were fighting Frank, and said, “What are you two dawdling

come and help me once you’ve finished Frank off! The two Corpse Pavilion disciples had

him there and then. The Corpse Pavilion disciple on the left punched out a series of hand seals, and countless flaming

the spear. Frank’s face turned pale with fright, and he quickly activated his internal energy to escape. Just as he was doing so, he caught a glimpse of Jack out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly thought

would be open to escape once the two Corpse Pavilion disciples changed their target to Jack. He was impressed at how smart he was to come up with such a plan. Fortunately, he had learned a martial arts skill that was used especially for escaping called Seven Steps Gone. It was just that he had yet to master

heart stabbed the ground with a loud bang instead, and the revolving flaming skulls exploded the moment the spear hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of smoke