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.

straightaway, without another word. They didn't need to say anything else. They'd

Someday I'll destroy the Refinement Faction and drive you out of the Snow Sect!' Ricky said fiercely in

the only two visitors I'll

...

Rod and Greg left, the Casting Faction also sent two inner disciples of Blood Purification to Ricky.

intentions known fairly quickly. They wanted the Nine-degree Body Refining

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

faction—Amber Faction, this time —sent a

90% of their members were female, and

was a normal man and it was

dress. Her beautiful dark hair fell

skin, milky white mixed with the loveliest pink, was radiant like a

it well. She emanated a kind of enchanting and untamed feeling,

was superior and cold like a fairy, this lady was far more fascinating.

saw her, Ricky swallowed hard.

I'm Amelia from the Amber Faction."

Ricky was surprised to hear the name. He thought it

Amber Faction as well as the third

that badly, why send their

they had too much respect to impersonate Amelia. Not only would they be found out, they

Amelia from Amber Faction?"

another Amelia I don't know about."

You're the top gun and I'm just me." Ricky smiled, shaking his

to join us," said Amelia with a faint smile. The slightest movement along with that smile fascinated

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

but to believe you." After calming down, Ricky laughed.

are all female, how are we supposed to take advantage of your knowledge?" Amelia said with