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.

lost their balance, staggered, and were sent a few

by what just happened. Nobody would have believed that Zachary

the other two second-grade disciples were better, and firmly stood their ground. The next moment, they threw their bodies upon Zachary, employed two

never considered him as a serious and competent opponent. As far as they were concerned, he was as insignificant as a disciple at the

first-grade disciples, exerted all their might to attack Zachary. However, no

that his strength would not be able to deal with the five disciples. Therefore, to play safe, he pretended to look confident, smirked coldly, and went all out. In that time,

How did he accomplish that so quickly?" Benjamin and other disciples couldn't believe

time, Zachary had wounded two first-grade disciples. Seeing how he had hurt them, the remaining disciples were petrified. They looked at

move your fingers, or you can trust me to beat the shit out of you," Zachary mocked. From his vantage point, he looked cool, and did not care about danger, for he was ready to do

disciples, he knew that he had mistakenly underestimated him.

already consumed a great deal of martial energy as well as physical energy in his fight with the previous disciples. Now, the situation

than half an hour, Zachary

Boom!

that it had a far-ranging

you know who's the boss here, don't you?" Seeing

hardened his heart, and made the purple light brighter, before he was injured even

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