Treasure Hunting

At that moment, several figures appeared and surrounded Zachary.

"You are lucky enough to escape from the fire. You think you are somebody with double martial speed? Bah!" A vicious voice was heard.

"Benjamin, it's you! You burned my treehouse. Are you starting a fight?" Zachary said through gritted teeth.

There were eight Welkin Sect's disciples, with Benjamin as their leader. Most of them was at the first grade or second grade of Mortal Level, and some were even at the third grade. It was clear that they were well prepared and way better than novices.

"Guys, Bruce gave his order and asked you to teach this bastard a lesson. If you do as he ordered, I am sure that he will recommend all of you to the stewards. There is a big possibility that they will take you as their personal disciples," Benjamin said in an encouraging manner to the disciples around him.

Hearing his words, the disciples looked excited, and it was clear that they had already bitten the bait. That was because they only had the original martial speed and were not that powerful. It would be so lucky for them to become any steward's personal disciples. Were that to happen, they would make significant progress.

Benjamin's false words could only deceive those disciples at a low cultivation level, while the others at a high level would not believe a single word of what he had just said. Only a talented disciple was able to became a steward's personal disciple.

Thus, except for those two disciples at the third grade, the disciples at the first and second grade rushed to Zachary, screaming and roaring before they had the time to mull over Benjamin's words and make a proper decision.

"He is no better than a disciple at the first grade of Mortal Level. I don't believe that he stands a chance against these disciples." Benjamin was plotting something. He could have killed Zachary by himself, and there was no need to encourage others to fight for him. However, he did not want to get into any trouble if the fight became ugly. Therefore, the best way for him was to incite some snobbish disciples to teach Zachary a lesson.

"Fuck off!" Zachary was very annoyed by those silly lads who had already come closer to him. Just when they enclosed him from all sides, Zachary's body emitted a dazzling purple light.

staggered,

Benjamin murmured, shocked by what just happened. Nobody would have believed that Zachary was capable of pushing three first-grade disciples back in

next moment, they threw their bodies upon Zachary, employed two moves, and attacked him

the blink of an eye. Zachary's easy dodge surprised the two second-grade disciples. They had never considered him as a serious and competent opponent. As far

two second-grade disciples, together with three first-grade disciples, exerted all their

to play safe, he pretended to look confident, smirked coldly, and went all out. In that time, the purple light got brighter, and

How did he accomplish

he had hurt them, the remaining disciples were petrified. They looked at one another, hesitated, and did not dare to even take one step

or you can trust me to beat the shit out of you," Zachary mocked. From his vantage point, he looked cool, and

defeating the five disciples, he knew that he had mistakenly underestimated him. But he had to finish what he had started, and Zachary had to be killed. Showing no mercy, he asked

He had already consumed a great deal of martial energy as well as physical energy in his fight with the previous

than half an hour,

Boom!

potent that it had a far-ranging impact on a vast expanse of land. Zachary was standing there weakly, with blood dripping from

know who's the boss here, don't you?" Seeing Zachary weak and defeated, Benjamin

their victory, the two third-grade disciples acted more aggressively, and planned to drive Zachary into a corner. Zachary hardened his heart, and made the purple light brighter, before he was injured even more. He knew that that was his last chance to win and survive the

several words from the God-slaying Formula were flashing in his mind: To slay God, hell would open a door for