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!”

could not

a few people started to discuss among themselves. The main topic had been the masked man’s attack making it seem far too easy. Compared to the rest of them who had used their full strengths, it was an astounding difference. It left some of them feeling a deep sense of

Corpse Pavillion. All the other disciples there all treat him with respect. He definitely holds a high position within the Corpse Pavillion for the other disciples to treat him that way. His talent should be top-notch

guy is far too strong. I feel like the treasures on the

witnessing it with their own eyes still left them unable to

for our senior, the

of anger in the other disciples. Yet, facing those disciples from the Corpse Pavillion, there was

followed demonic ways. They killed without any regard for honor or morality. The disciples from the north were all very wary of the Corpse

as well as the cheers from his fellow disciples. Instead, his gaze

if everything had been within his expectations, leaving no

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

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