No 1 Supreme Warrior

With a wave of Jack’s hand, the 75 Soul Swords shot into Jack’s gray sword. Jack used an upper ultimate god level technique and was already at the third stage!

Jack was barely fazed, even if it was a chosen disciple standing in front of him. So what if Philip could be a chosen disciple?

Everyone in this world had been restricted to the late stage of the innate level. They were fighting with the strength of their techniques, and in terms of technique, Jack had never lost before!

Philip was, of course, already at full strength after witnessing Jack’s skills. The spatial shards violently spun around him as he controlled them. The shards disturbed the air around them, turning into a tornado with Philip at the center.

“Die!” roared Philip as he leaped and rushed toward Jack.

like they could destroy anything in the world. The violent wind stirred the sand on the ground, but

screaming as though he

the sharp end toward Philip. Destroying the Void turned

what was happening. The spatial shards that reflected the sunlight clashed against the pitch-black sword slash. While the slash looked inactive, it was obvious how it persistently pushed back

shards that seemed to be able to destroy everything in the world suddenly disappeared after meeting the

slash was so sharp that the

“What?!” snapped Philip.

the very technique he had been so proud of, was

was he? Why was he so

to ponder on the questions for too long as the pitch-black sword aura had been

and at that very moment, a searing pain overtook him as he felt his soul being ripped apart. He had never felt such pain in his entire life. It was as if thousands of ants

cry of agony pierced the