"Why do I keep seeing you everywhere, man? It's so freaking annoying,"
Ricky muttered snidely as he glared at Chandler. He didn't even spare a glance in Xavier's direction.
As for the young man in white that had caught Jedidiah's attention, Ricky could tell with his several spaces that this man wasn't as simple as he looked. He also had the same feeling regarding the black-clad young man next to Chandler. These people were undoubtedly much stronger than they appeared to be.
The young man in black was also emitting an aura eerily identical to Chandler's, which indicated that he also came from the Nether Phoenix tribe.
"Since you don't know your strength and insist on going above your station, I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget, Ricky!"
Chandler declared with an ugly sneer. "Honestly, your talent is nothing to sneeze at, and you are truly qualified to become a supreme master in the future.
Unfortunately, your arrogance has led to your downfall, and you have offended the Phoenix tribe and our noble son, Lanny."
"And I already told you I don't care about your so-called noble son. I'll beat him to a pulp and kill him with my bare hands the first chance I get,"
Ricky lightly replied, as if he was merely talking about the weather.
Inwardly, however, he was seething with anger and killing intent.
Lanny was a hindrance in Ricky's cultivation, after all, and he had to get rid of him eventually.
The audacity of Ricky's words astonished Chandler, the warriors he had brought, and even Jedidiah. This was the first time that someone had dared to threaten Lanny's life. No warrior among the younger generation had ever presumed to say these things.
Who was Lanny? He was the only noble son of the Phoenix tribe in this era and would undoubtedly take over the tribe someday. He had enough talent to become one of the Misty South's rulers someday, and perhaps even the four continents.
When the warriors behind Chandler recovered from their shock, they sniggered mockingly.
In their opinion, Ricky might be a genius, but he was nothing compared to Lanny.
"Well, good luck with that wish. But that would be pretty difficult to do if you were dead," Chandler remarked with a smile.
He didn't think Ricky could make it out of here alive. And besides, it was an impossible dream.
No one could kill Lanny in this era.
"Jedidiah, I let this arrogant brat go last time, for your sake. You're not going to stop me this time, are you?" Chandler turned to Jedidiah with a raised eyebrow.
"You know what? I don't care. Do what you want. That's why I invited this gentleman for, after all. He'll deal with you if you are to stop me from killing Ricky,"
he added as he gestured to the white-clad young man beside him.
Seeing this, Ricky and the others turned to the young man in question.
"Is that...?" murmured Peter uncertainly.
"Hey, Monk, long time no see!" the white-clad young man greeted Jedidiah with a smile.
"Miller, what a surprise! I didn't expect that someone like you, who has always been arrogant, will become a mere lapdog one day!"
replied Jedidiah in a dark tone.
"That's Miller?!" Ricky and the others exclaimed in astonishment.
They knew that name! It was as famous as Jedidiah's name, if not more so, as it was the name of the central region's greatest talent.
The young man in white was Miller Lu, the young master of the Lu Clan. He had divine blood running in his veins.
The Lu Clan was one of the strongest forces in the central region.
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