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 mumbling

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

definitely holds a high position within the Corpse Pavillion for the other disciples

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

that their fellow disciple was exceptionally talented, witnessing it with their own eyes still left them unable to hold back their excitement. All of the disciples from

our senior, the rest of

words naturally incited a lot 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, they knew they

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

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

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

behind. The leader of the disciples from the Thousand Leaves, Graham Eliot, let out a light snort before attacking a

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