No 1 Supreme Warrior

Jagoan frowned. He absolutely hated people who spoke that way, saying it was an honor to die for their technique. They spoke as if they were much better than others.

The flames around the phoenix burned brighter and brighter, and it was as though the flames could melt a whole mountain.

Jagoan quickly started to form seals with his hands, and about 50 Soul Swords merged into one.

When Chapman saw Jagoan attacking, he scoffed in disdain. “My technique is at the intermediate ultimate god rank, and I’ve mastered it to the first state. I’m close to the second stage as well. I’m someone who’s considered strong even among warriors that are above average. I‘m not a small fry that you can stand up to!”

Those words did not even stir Jagoan’s heart. It was as if the man had just let out a fart. He pushed forward, and the Soul Sword suddenly swung forward.

Chapman grasped his sword with both his hands and swung down at Jagoan’s head.

The phoenix dancing in the air let out another cry. Its fire-coated wings started to flap quickly. The air around it started to distort from the heat as it glared pointedly at Jagoan.

Sword rushed forward, the phoenix charged at Jagoan as well. In a few moments, the two techniques clashed

screech from the two

trees around them were uprooted and flew everywhere. Jagoan summoned up his energy to protect himself as he hurriedly retreated, only

light when they clashed. It did not last for that long before the light dispersed, and

Sword remained, still

eyes widened in

gone through countless battles, and his body reacted before his thoughts even could. He quickly retreated as he tried to pull

underestimated the

energy crumpled like paper against the sword. It had not managed to even hold on for half a second before it was pierced

the sword

felt like his soul had been dropped into a pot of boiling oil. The pain caused him to lose his sanity as he collapsed onto the ground and