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

the strongest, the other six palaces were not numbered by

Fourth Mister ranked the fourth among

lord, Otis, the strongest warrior in the Misty

are really lucky," Mordechai exclaimed happily. "I was afraid we were going to die. But fate seems to be on our side.

our lives and the selection," Peter remarked

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

Sword Mutant? Wow!" Ricky murmured when

he admired such a

The Fourth Mister calmly raised his hand

are strong, man. But you won't be able to drive me away,"

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

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

never threaten me!" Emanuel's eyes immediately burst out a crimson-colored glow and his body began spinning and rising. Within moments, a tornado took shape and collided with the

Boom! Boom! Boom!

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

friends were protected by the sword light. Otherwise, they would have been smashed to pieces by these shockwaves. They couldn't even hope to bear

tornado was spinning rapidly, but cracks were beginning to appear in it.

Fourth Mister's sword light had entered the tornado and was splashing at

few mouthfuls of blood. The power

that he couldn't make a stand by himself, he quickly used the anti-seismic force and left

race has several many warriors who can defeat you. We

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

Fourth Mister had a significant advantage,

Further, he has the Crimson Devil Blood power. Someone with these two traits is obviously not a

was forced back a bit, he

that the Fourth Mister looked a bit