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!”

could not hold back from mumbling

easy. Compared to the rest

him with respect. He definitely holds a high position within the Corpse Pavillion for the other disciples to treat him that

infuriated just comparing myself to him. This guy is far too strong. I feel like the

to hold back their excitement. All of the disciples from the Corpse

the rest of you can’t

lot of anger in the other disciples. Yet, facing those disciples from the Corpse Pavillion, there was nothing they

that followed demonic ways. They killed without any regard

showered on him as well as the cheers

that happened earlier. However, his expression remained calm as if everything had been within his expectations,

to be left behind. The leader of the disciples from the Thousand Leaves, Graham Eliot, let out a light snort before attacking a Divine warrior as

sword in hand. His white robes fluttered even with the lack of any wind.

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