The legendary warrior

Ricky didn't expect that anyone would come for him here, so the voice immediately made him wary, and his instinctive reaction to the voice was even more perplexing. It made him shake in anger, and his killing intent abruptly surged the moment that he heard it.

That was strange, especially knowing that he didn't even know who it was yet.

"Who is it? Did the Short Human tribe send someone after you?" Mordechai asked, looking as confused as Ricky was.

His guess made sense because only members from the Short Human tribe would have the guts to confront Ricky like this while he was in the Misty South Palace's territory.

Wasting no more time, Ricky and his companions quickly came out. The square meant for the Ranking List was packed with people by the time they reached there. The one hundred strongest disciples on the Ranking List gathered once again.

While this was going on, several powerful auras emerged from deep in the void. They didn't seem to be saints, but some were undoubtedly demi-saints, and they were probably misters who didn't go out to train.

All the crowd's eyes were focused on the sky, where two figures hovered in the air.

Based on their auras, they hadn't reached the Sage Level, although the scorching auras they emitted still reigned supreme. They seemed to be flame experts, born with supreme power.

The superior auras they sported contributed to the two's arrogance, and they believed they could defeat all the talents in the Misty South Palace.

When Ricky saw these two figures, only one thing penetrated his mind—anger.

And his anger gave birth to many things: killing intent, gloom, ferocity, and all kinds of negative emotions.

'Lanny Feng Steve Feng!'

Ricky spat those two names in his head like a curse.

Lanny Feng was the Phoenix tribe's noble son and one of the strongest talents in the Misty South. He was a genius as famous as Mister Ryker and the Second Mister in the Misty South Palace.

It was the same man who had tried to kill Ricky and taken his woman away.

The other person went under the name of Steve Feng. He would have been killed by Ricky if it weren't for the Shura Casket.

"That's Lanny Feng, the noble son of the Phoenix tribe! Did he come all the way here just to find fault with Ricky?"

Seeing this spectacle, the disciples of the Misty South Palace gossiped among themselves once again.

"Yeah, look at his face! That could only be Lanny, the strongest genius in the Misty South."

and the Second

were whispering around them, Lanny and Steve stared at

for Ricky and endless killing intent, for he had recovered his

look revealed the killing intent and doubt in his eyes. He was sure he had killed Ricky back then, so it

remember me?" Steve asked with

you regained

Ricky asked back, sounding equally

I have, though you probably don't get it. How can a commoner like you understand how it

answered Steve.

inheritance. Another disturbance will take over the Misty South, and more people will come

Intent Grass

is too greedy to spread news like that. And if they tell the others

Ricky disagreed, his forehead

you still have your wits about you even with Lanny here. I'm

Intent Grass upon hearing Ricky's thoughts.

would get the best of him. Perhaps it said all these things to test if Ricky was still thinking straight.

mature emotionally, so I can promise you I'll stay

Ricky reassured it.

Steve and stared expectantly at Lanny instead.

you want to trample me under your

spoke first. His demeanor seemed calm

with the Phoenix tribe. Or, maybe, he and Lanny, the Phoenix tribe's noble son, have some kind of

one of the Misty South

The grudge between them must be more serious than Chandler's death and

between them, though. What could they be fighting

you mention that. From the moment that we met, I haven't been able to think of anything besides trampling you under my feet. That's precisely why I worked so hard

answered Ricky

now. You can try your best, though I'm not

a mocking laugh, smirking at Ricky in a way that made

had been a long time since they had last seen each other, and now,

indifference, and his composure were testaments to his progress, and it emphasized how competent he was. Indeed, he was on his way to becoming the strongest warrior on

strongest warrior in the world. He believed that too, so his arrogance urged him to return in

not only his strength but even