"This is the Third Sheol City and it is filled with powerful figures. You can consider them my witness when I say that I will keep my word. In twenty years, I will visit the Phoenix tribe and settle the accounts with you," Ricky promised with a murderous look.
"And one more thing. Please tell your noble son, Lanny, that I am going to trample him under my feet when we meet again."
His words were so arrogant.
The entire square of the Third Sheol City erupted into a heavily heated discussion as soon as Ricky's words fell on their ears.
"How arrogant!"
"Ignorant too!"
Even warriors who had been highly supportive of Ricky till now were thinking that this guy was being overly offensive.
Promising to fight and trample Lanny in twenty years was a highly arrogant move.
And to top it all off, Ricky had declared his malicious intentions about the noble son of the Phoenix tribe in front of their elder. Arrogance and ignorance were perhaps the simplest of traits to be attached to Ricky right now.
"Wally, isn't he being too arrogant?" the First Deputy Chief asked telepathically.
"Maybe. But don't you think his arrogance is much like your lord, and also like our leader, Brad?" Wally responded.
"I guess so."
"Ricky, what are you thinking? You now have only twenty years. What makes you think you can defeat Lanny in twenty years?" the Dragon Intent Grass asked in a serious tone.
"Even if luck gets you victory, do you think you'll be able to leave safe and sound, once you step foot inside the Phoenix tribe?"
"Look. I know twenty-year is too soon. If it were up to me, I could have waited a long time. But my master can't wait that long. She is the woman I like and I must get to her as soon as possible," Ricky responded.
"So, you are doing this for a beauty, huh? But you will need to be immensely strong to achieve this task. If not, death will find you before you can even say 'hi'!" the Dragon Intent Grass warned.
"I understand, but I am certain that I can do this. I have comprehended the bright ancestral spirit and my Chaos blood power and Ancestral Intent Formula have grown rapidly," Ricky said.
"For most spiritual emperors, twenty-year is just a fleeting time. But for me, it is the time I take to become a spiritual potentate."
The Dragon Intent Grass was shocked by such confidence and declaration.
But Ricky was telling the truth. The bright ancestral spirit that he owned alone was enough for him to be able to deal with the Phoenix tribe in twenty years.
Although Ricky wasn't fully aware of what the bright ancestral spirit was yet, he believed that it was superior to the chaos and the heavenly law. He was certain that he could achieve his goals within twenty years with this power on his side.
"What an arrogant young man! But I will tell our noble son what you said," Liam replied with a snort. "Even if I didn't take your word back, it would reach him sooner or later.
Maybe he will visit you soon. And when that happens, it is you who are going to be trampled under his feet."
"You don't have to worry about that," Ricky snapped back.
Nodding, Muhammad departed with the members of the Phoenix tribe. Their unexpected confrontation had ended with a twenty-year agreement.
The selection ended soon after the members of the Phoenix tribe had left.
Apart from Ricky, the Misty South Palace had selected nine other core disciples.
However, because of the way Ricky had gotten in, he had hogged the entirety of the limelight and all eyes were focused on him only.
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