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!”

of them could not hold back from

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

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

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

unable to

for our senior, the

facing those disciples from the Corpse Pavillion, there was nothing they could counter with. After witnessing that person’s skills, they knew they could

ways. They killed without any regard for honor or

cheers from his fellow disciples. Instead, his gaze was once again

earlier. However, his expression remained calm as if everything had been within his expectations, leaving no need for any hint of

Pavillion had just made a big splash, and the Thousand Leaves Pavillion was obviously not willing 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

the lack of any wind. He stepped in a gust of wind, his sword aimed