Dimensional Descent

Chapter 908: Good Time

The silent old man and the Rusted Blade elder were stunned. Their raging blood suddenly iced over, whatever momentum they had dying out like the last embers of a fire.

Leonel had no idea why the old woman had been the most 'enraged' of them. After all, her genius, Emna, was the only one that Leonel hadn't killed. Of course, that was because Leonel still wanted to recruit Emna, but that was beside the point.

The fact she was still so shrill and annoying despite the fact her Crimson Hall had suffered the least was enough to prove that they had already latched onto Valiant Heart's 'weakness' and were prepared to eradicate them for Leonel's appearance.

This much Leonel had already expected, but he still found it annoying that they would bloviate about having the high moral ground so grandly. So, he decided to kill her first.

Plus, what got to Leonel the most was the mantra of Crimson Hall. They were an organization that loved blood and murder. They even taught their disciples that there was nothing more important. And yet here was their leader, shrieking over the death of warriors who had come to a battlefield.

It was ridiculous.

By now, there wasn't a single soul who didn't know Leonel was in the Fifth Dimension. It was hard to tell because he couldn't be quite considered to have firmly stepped into Tier 1, but his battle prowess was more than enough to force the elders to ignore this small difference.

To become an official Elder of a Bronze Organization at their level, one needed to enter Tier 1. The Organization Heads like the shrill old lady and Hutchin of Valiant Heart would be either Tier 2 or 3. As for the mysterious protector elders that had followed them to the competition on Planet Vincero, they would be Tier 4.

resulted in a large watershed, causing the gap between Tier 3 and Tier 4 to be quite large. This gap was enough

the bottom of the barrel in terms of Bronze Organizations. They most definitely couldn't be

this now, it was no wonder the two Heads were frozen into silence. A Tier 3 expert had been killed with just two swings. Didn't that mean that Leonel already had the ability to

great sword. For the first time

released his aura, shattering his shoes into scattered fluttering pieces

toes dug into the soil of the mountain pass, a strong surge of

'Oh? Tier 4…'

Head of Misty Woods was already at the level of a mysterious elder. Clearly, he had kept this card close to his vest until now because even the Head of Rusted

it was that there was simply no point until just now. Who knows, maybe the gap

friends, I can

spoke. Was he trying to get him to give up? What a sly old

it would only make it easier for them to take down. It seems

been more perfect

in

figure leaving afterimages

out of the ground, causing Leonel's brows to raise. The power of this move