The legendary warrior

"I don't think that's possible..."

Ricky shook his head sadly when he heard the Dragon Intent Grass' suggestion, "That's their business, so I can't really intervene. They have no choice but to oppose each other since they are going to fighting for the same thing.

It doesn't matter who falters, the Eight Diagrams they cultivated with their blood and sweat will be taken away. Don't you think that is more painful than death?"

"But I still think you should try. Your efforts will undoubtedly count for something. Besides, you don't want these friends of yours to get hurt, right?" the Dragon Intent Grass advised. It added, "You have the makings of a leader, and a leader has the charisma to influence people and make them see sense. You might be able to guide them into a peaceful solution."

"Me, a leader? I've never wanted that!"

Ricky vehemently responded. A boyish grin lit up his face as he added, "I already have my hands full with my own problems. How am I supposed to lead others? Still, you have a point. I'll try my best to stop Jasper and Mike from killing each other."

The confrontation between Jasper and Mike lasted only for a moment, for they were aware that this wasn't the right moment to have a duel. They could wait until the selection started.

The next moment, the First Deputy Chief arrived.

All the warriors and saints participating in the selection immediately greeted him, some respectfully bowing their heads. After all, the First Deputy Chief was superior to them in terms of status and in strength.

"Hello, everyone! I believe you all understand the requirements of the selection. Please do not break the rules. I can't guarantee what will happen to you if you do so,"

the First Deputy Chief announced in all seriousness.

"No one can challenge the rules, or they will pay a heavy price. The martial world may not subscribe to the conventional justice of society, but in this selection, the Misty South Palace intends to create equity and order."

As he said this, he glanced at the saints who had come to witness the event.

It was obvious that his words were intended for them.

After all, only those saints had the power to break the rules of the Misty South Palace's selection.

The weight of the First Deputy Chief's glance burdened the guilty saints, and they couldn't help but take a half-step back as if intimidated by his mere expression.

"Now, the selection starts! You will gather here again in two years. See you then!"

Chief and Wally, used their Omnipotent Skills to envelop nearly thirty thousand warriors and transported them to the entrance of

background. It was like the end of the world. They had

and the Devil Land, and it was where the

was built over a passage like this, as they served as the primary defense against

the Devil Land through the whirlpools on the other side of the Passage World. At that point, every warrior would sense the Passage World's suppressive force from heaven and earth, which could be as

the Sage Level to enter, the battle between the

Swish! Swish! Swish!

their own whirlpools through which

and his three teammates also chose their whirlpool

boy is going in

internal power as he gazed at Ricky's disappearing figure.

I can help him.

the First

and tampered with the whirlpool that Ricky and his teammates chose. Those who followed Ricky into

trouble as soon as the

this is the last time I can help you. The rest is in your hands now. I hope you can stand out in this selection, so Paul's inheritance won't be wasted on you. Don't let the

thought the First Deputy Chief to himself.

start, and he had spent much of his time watching his antics. To say that he was intrigued by

the devil race invaded the continents, a top-ranked warrior rose above his peers. The First Deputy Chief believed Ricky was this generation's strongest

three companions came out of the passage,

so tight that nobody could tell where one began and where the other

they noticed about the Passage World was the

was so intense.

be expected, for the battles between the devil race and the creatures of the continents often took place in this place. Thus, the

power gave Ricky and his friends a nostalgic feeling. They felt like they could visualize the countless fights that had happened in that place between the devil race and

a horrifying vision, one filled with

done, and the sight ignited the embers of anger in

those scenes are the will of the elder generations. Perhaps, it's their way of reminding us that we shouldn't forget the battles our

suggested, his face made serious by the visions they