The legendary warrior

"You even know Nate. I'm impressed. Seems an awful lot of trouble for little old me," Ricky said, his flippancy covering up his shock. Rod said that the Refinement Faction could help him deal with Nate, a disciple of the innate spirit. That meant that they were fairly powerful.

When he turned them down, he'd have another powerful enemy. He wasn't sure of their motives, but it surely didn't seem like a good idea to join them just like that.

But he was not the kind of man who could be bullied into making a decision.

"That's the way we roll. We Refinement Faction wants to make sure who we're dealing with," Rod said with a tiny smile. "So, what do you say?"

At the moment, Rod and Greg were confident that Ricky would not refuse. He wasn't powerful enough to handle the consequences.

In this case they underestimated Ricky.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you two seniors, but I'm not joining any faction for now!" Not surprisingly, while the two seniors were prepared to hear a firm reply, Ricky answered them in a tone neither overbearing nor servile.

Their confident expressions immediately became sullen, even savage. They weren't used to hearing no.

"That's your final answer?" Rod asked coldly, as the scarlet spiritual energy welled up in both of his hands. His tone had lost its politeness, showing it was only pretense to begin with.

"I've thought about it thoroughly," Ricky said.

Now that they were on the verge of blows, there was no need for courtesy.

"Ha! It's been a long time since someone turned us down. You've got guts. It would be only fitting if we slit you open so you could learn your lesson!" Greg said, menacingly. He'd never said a word before now. The strong blood vitality rose from his body and merged with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, sending waves of spiritual force flying directly toward Ricky.

Ricky retreated a step and staggered as he was hit.

He was defenseless against this kind of attack. He had no choice but to retreat. His chest felt dull due to pain and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"So, you're going to attack me inside the Snow Sect?" asked Ricky. He wiped the blood at his mouth, leaving a bloody streak on the back of his hand.

"We can't do much here, but we're not letting you off. Everyone who refuses us dies." Hearing Ricky's words, Greg sneered.

need to say anything else. They'd

and drive you out of the Snow Sect!' Ricky said fiercely in his heart

pretty sure those aren't the only two visitors

...

was right. After Rod and Greg left, the Casting Faction also sent two inner disciples of Blood Purification to Ricky. They tried to show off their

They wanted the Nine-degree

'I could keep this up all day. If this goes on too much longer I'll need a

Faction, this time —sent a

little curious about the Amber Faction, because 90% of their members were female, and the leading

came naturally to young men. Ricky was a normal man and it was impossible for him to be

beautiful dark hair fell over her slender

the loveliest pink,

she was excruciatingly beautiful, but she wore it well. She emanated a kind of enchanting and untamed feeling, a hint of danger that lingered

superior and cold like a fairy, this lady

the moment he saw her,

Amelia from the Amber Faction." The lady introduced herself

Faction!" Ricky was surprised to hear the name. He thought it

the Amber Faction as well as

him that badly, why send their

much respect to impersonate Amelia. Not only would they be

really Amelia from Amber Faction?"

I don't

it's not that. But why me? You're the top gun

Faction sincerely invite you to join us," said Amelia with a faint smile.

ability to compete above your level. You're considered a genius, and Amber

but to believe

looks like you don't believe me. Since the core members of Amber Faction are all female, how are we supposed to take advantage of your