The legendary warrior

The young man from the Crimson Devil tribe was going to take Ricky back. As for Mordechai and the others, he would just kill them.

"Ricky, I know Hannah is in seclusion but we'll have to wake her up. It's the only way," the Evil Mandragora ordered in an urgent tone.

"I know that it is the only way and I don't want to die," Ricky responded helplessly. "But if Hannah does something, then Mordechai and I will be eliminated in the selection this time."

"Dammit, Ricky. This is a matter of life and death. Who gives a crap about the selection? If you don't hurry, you might not be able to wake her up in time." The Evil Mandragora rolled her eyes when she heard Ricky.

Ricky understood and hesitated no more. Hannah was cultivating in seclusion deep behind closed doors and he sent her a message.

However, even before the message could reach her, two beams o sword light with milky white color appeared out of nowhere in the world of evil spirit. They cut off the bloody hands and then merged into one, morphing into one giant sword light and cutting the world in half.

At the same time, it also wrapped Ricky and his friends in its glow to protect them.

"Emanuel, authority is not given to you to slaughter creatures of the continent at will." A gentle voice sounded and a young man appeared in the air in front of Emanuel, the demi-saint of the devil race who appeared not long ago. He was clad entirely in white and emitting a kindly brilliance.

In his right hand hung the devils from the Black Poison Devil tribe who had just escaped. They were being held in place by the gentleman using his spiritual power. However, they weren't alive. The young man had obviously killed them because he was carrying lifeless husks in his hand.

He shook his palm and the corpses fell on the ground like tree leaves in the season of fall.

"It's you, the Fourth Mister!" Emanuel gazed at the newcomer and greeted him coldly. His face was looking incredibly serious and as his eyes travelled towards the corpses on the ground, a ferocious look appeared across his eyes.

He had just saved these creatures but the Fourth Mister—the gentleman— had killed them in the blink of an eye. It was cruel and humiliating.

"The Fourth Mister!" Ricky and his friends exclaimed in surprise and hope when they heard the name.

They were familiar with this name, as was everyone in the Middle Land.

There were seven palaces constituting the organization called the Misty South Palace, each of which had their own successors.

successors were called

palaces were not numbered by their strength. However, there were differences in strength among the

the fourth among the six

its lord, Otis, the strongest warrior in

we were going to die. But fate seems to be on our side. I have heard that the Fourth Mister is

Now, we won't have to choose between our lives and the selection," Peter

of the most talented beings in the Misty South," Ella said telepathically. "I've heard that he has both the upright spirit and the

Sword Mutant? Wow!"

admired such

or I will drive you away with force." The Fourth Mister calmly raised his hand and a pure white sword appeared. He

won't be able to drive me away,"

so confident, what's the harm in trying? Have a

glow of the sword he summoned. From a distance, he appeared like a powerful sword deity, raining down

hell! You can never threaten me!" Emanuel's eyes immediately burst out a crimson-colored glow and his body began

Boom! Boom! Boom!

waves of air engulfed the entire area, as if a storm had brewed and was

pieces by these shockwaves. They couldn't even hope to bear the power of two demi-saints. Even the fallout would

but cracks were beginning to appear in it.

the blink of an eye, the Fourth Mister's sword light had entered the tornado and was splashing at Emanuel's body.

Emanuel staggered back and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. The power was evidently more than he

make a stand by himself, he quickly used the anti-seismic force and left the

race has several many warriors who can defeat you. We will come for you."

that you aren't strong enough, Emanuel," the Fourth Mister

think the Fourth Mister and Emanuel are only slightly different in terms of strength. If the Fourth Mister had a significant advantage, he would have chased and killed Emanuel already," the

Crimson Devil Blood power. Someone with these two traits is obviously not a

Emanuel was forced back a bit,

that, but they had also seen that the Fourth Mister looked a bit frustrated while