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

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

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

guy is far too strong. I feel like the treasures on the Divine Void Slope will all end up

left them unable to hold back their excitement. All of the

our senior, the rest of you can’t

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

the Corpse Pavillion was a fourth grade clan that followed demonic ways. They killed without any regard for honor

man disregarded the praise showered on him as well as the cheers from his fellow disciples. Instead, his gaze was once again fixed on

calm as if

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

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

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