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!”

not hold back from

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

Pavillion. All the other disciples there all treat him with respect. He definitely holds a high position within the Corpse Pavillion for the other

far too strong. I feel like the treasures on the Divine Void Slope will all

own eyes still left them unable to hold back their

practically designed for our senior, the rest

of anger in the other disciples. Yet, facing those disciples from the Corpse Pavillion, there was nothing they could counter with. After witnessing that person’s skills,

Pavillion was a fourth grade clan that followed demonic ways. They killed without any regard for honor or morality. The disciples from the north were all very wary

praise showered on him as well as the cheers from

remained calm as if everything had been within his expectations, leaving no need

willing to be left behind. The leader of the disciples from the Thousand Leaves, Graham Eliot, let out a light

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