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

Snow Sect!' Ricky said fiercely in his heart as

the only two visitors

...

inner disciples of Blood Purification to Ricky. They tried to show off their casting skills to tempt Ricky into joining

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

him. 'I could keep this up all

another faction—Amber Faction, this time —sent a lady

because 90% of their members were female, and the leading ones

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

lady wore a pink dress. Her beautiful dark hair fell over her slender

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

excruciatingly beautiful, but she wore it well. She emanated a kind of enchanting and

was superior and cold like

saw her,

I'm Amelia from the Amber Faction." The lady

surprised to hear the name. He thought

of the Amber Faction as well as the third inner disciple—Amelia.

Amber Faction wanted him that badly,

all the disciples in the Snow Sect, they had too much respect to impersonate Amelia. Not only would

Amber

Amelia I don't know

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

join us," said

level you've attained without a spiritual meridian, you have the ability to compete above your level. You're considered a genius, and Amber Faction

to believe

But it looks like you don't believe me. Since the core members of Amber Faction are all female, how are we supposed