No 1 Supreme Warrior

The masked man’s movements were all incredibly slick. Even the sheathing of his sword had been done flawlessly. His string of movements practically looked like an artful masterpiece.

Clink.

The machete was placed back into its sheathe. He did not store his weapon back into the space ring and instead held it gently in his palm.

“My god! That…that was too amazing. The Divine warrior was just like a pile of mud in front of him. It makes me feel like the Divine warrior I just fought isn’t even at the same level as the one he did!”

lot of them could not hold back from mumbling

attack making it seem far too easy. Compared to the rest of them who had used their full strengths,

a disciple of the Corpse Pavillion. All the other disciples there all treat him with respect. He definitely holds a high

just comparing myself to him. This guy is far too strong. I feel like the treasures on the Divine Void Slope will all

disciples from the Corpse Pavillion knew that their fellow disciple was exceptionally talented, witnessing it with their own eyes still left them unable to hold back their excitement. All of the disciples from the Corpse Pavillion started to cheer loudly,

senior, the rest of you

lot of anger in the other disciples. Yet, facing those disciples from the Corpse

fourth grade clan that followed demonic ways. They killed without any regard for honor or morality.

praise showered on him as well as the cheers

if everything had been within

obviously not willing to be left behind. The leader of the disciples from the Thousand Leaves, Graham Eliot, let

a green-colored sword in hand. His white robes fluttered even with the lack of any wind. He stepped in a gust of wind, his sword