No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

The moment the Broken Soul Blade solidified, wind howled around it. With the Broken Soul Blade as the center, the air around it constantly moved.

The power constantly clashed and fused, turning into a vortex of power. Looking at that scene, both the masked men frowned at the same time. However, they did not retreat.

The panther-masked man said in a low voice, “I have to say. This guy really does seem a little dangerous. We mustn’t delay it anymore. Let’s end things quickly.”

The moment that was said, the two of them rushed right at Jack. They attacked with their swords in hand at the same time.

There was a cold look in Jack’s eyes.

He looked like a death god in the dark as he pushed his hands forward. The Broken Soul Blade shot forward at the two of them like an arrow.

With two clear twangs, the two of them felt their arms go numb. It was as if the swords in their hands had clashed with a large mountain. Right after that, a strange energy rapidly climbed up the swords in their hands.

seemed to constantly crumble like hot steel that was thrown into ice. They paled as they quickly retreated,

had already climbed into their hands, entering their body

of them felt like their souls were being bit apart by ten

in agony. Everything had happened too quickly. They were already on

the pain had caused them to lose control of themselves. They could no

shouted loudly, “What is this?! It

two of them cried out in agony as they rolled on the ground. Their arrogance from just now

as he looked at the two of them with a cold

two of them might be from a holy grade clan, but they were definitely not chosen disciples. At the most, they were just inner disciples. Jack would not even be afraid

with the two

as he slowly walked