No.1 Supreme Warrior by Moneto

Harold pursed his lips, hurriedly saying in a respectful tone, “You’re right, Robert, but we didn’t have a choice. Too many of our fellow disciples have been tortured to death, and they even formed groups to rob us. We’ve already been forced into a corner. If we don’t fight back, we’d have to just let them do whatever they want to us.”

Robert narrowed his eyes as he looked at Harold.

He had a hint of disdain in his voice, “What do you mean you were forced into a corner? There were clearly other things that could have been done, but you chose this. You just insist on causing us more trouble.”

After he said that, Robert turned to look at the warriors from second-grade worlds, ignoring the rest of them.

Chulanne’s hands were trembling from all the emotion whirling in him. His initial excitement had turned into shock and frustration.

He felt like he was about to be filled with so much frustration that he would explode.

What did Robert mean by those words?

this fight and dragging

as well. The wound on his chest

face was even beginning to pale from the anger. Harold held Chulanne’s wrist tightly, not wanting Chulanne

around, and his eyes were full of rage. Harold naturally knew why that was the case. However, they could only remain silent

hold himself back. They needed to

action. Even if he could

an eyebrow. Those so-called

power. The moment they were needed, they were the first

if so many warriors from third-grade worlds had died, it was just a simple number in their

was wondering who it was, so it’s you. It looks like things aren’t

them. Others did not understand,