The legendary warrior novel Chapter 1251

The overwhelming force moved so fast that it left Ricky no time to get inside the zone where he could avoid it. It didn't take him long to recognize that the force was the blessing power from a saint.

This was precisely what the Dragon Intent Grass had foreseen. A saint had indeed been waiting for him, and that person was undoubtedly from the Red Potentate Roc tribe.

At this point, a looming fear came over Ricky because he realized that he was hanging on by a thread.

However, just as the blessing power was about to swallow him up in a blinding light, another blessing power appeared out of nowhere and blocked it.

When Ricky saw this, he released a deep sigh of relief.

He knew at once that it was Lloyd who had come to his aid. The presence of a saint nearby the wood branch couldn't have escaped Lloyd's attention, after all.

Next, Lloyd's imposing voice rang out. "Walt, you have lived on this earth for thousands of years. Shouldn't you be guiding the youth instead of assaulting them? Don't you feel ashamed of yourself?"

An overbearing voice resounded. "This is none of your business, Lloyd, so you'd better stay out of this. Besides, you have no right to meddle in my affairs."

"I wouldn't interfere in this if you were after other warriors, but this young man is my disciple. The moment you tried to kill him was the moment you made this my concern too. After all, I can't just walk away and let you take his life," Lloyd said.

Then, two figures appeared hovering in the air, opposite of each other. Ricky recognized the old man wearing simple clothes. It was Lloyd.

The other person was dressed in a red-golden robe and had a crown on his head. He had sharp, glaring eyes, which made him look intimidating. It was none other than the leader of the Red Potentate Roc tribe—Walt.

At this point, the commotion had attracted the attention of the other warriors and the wood branch's demi-saints.

"Your disciple murdered my son and killed our most promising disciple. Now, tell me again why I shouldn't kill him where he stands?" Walt replied explosively, face red and livid.

"In my opinion, the two of them had a legitimate and honorable fight, which your son happened to lose. It's not like my disciple here hunted him down and assassinated him. Your son and disciple died because they were weak!" Lloyd bluntly argued.

He was fully aware that Ricky and the Red Potentate Roc tribe could never reconcile with each other. And since he had decided to side with Ricky in this, he didn't have to sugarcoat his words.

"It looks like you're not afraid of making an enemy of our tribe," Walt hissed as he glared ferociously at Lloyd. "Do you think the Five-element Sect is still the invincible force it used to be? Do you think you can save this brat? Don't be naive, Lloyd!"

"The strength of my force doesn't matter. I can handle you on my own," Lloyd responded with a confident smirk.

Lloyd's words and attitude got on Walt's nerves. He took a threatening step forward as his scarlet wings unfolded behind his back, which then transformed into sharp claws, slashing toward Lloyd.

In the face of Walt's attack, Lloyd swiftly turned his arm into a wood dragon. It roared and tore everything apart, and its powerful force forced Walt to retreat.

It turned out that Lloyd was stronger than Walt.

Walt managed to stand on steady feet as he remarked, "I see. It looks like you have reached the late stage of the Sage Level."

Lloyd didn't respond.

"What does he mean by a saint at the late stage?" Ricky asked the Dragon Intent Grass curiously.

"To consolidate the titles, let's assume the blessing power to be one hundred percent first. Then, a saint who has gained one third of the blessing power is considered to be the saint at the early stage; two thirds, at the medium stage; and one hundred percent, at the late stage. The medium saint and the great saint also follows the same classification," the Dragon Intent Grass explained lengthily.

"Oh, I see. That's amazing.

I can't believe Elder Lloyd has become a saint at the late stage so quickly," Ricky remarked as he stared at Lloyd admiringly.

A few moments of dead air passed before Lloyd finally broke the silence.

"If I were you, I would go back to the endless mountain now. You are right in saying that our sect is no longer as influential as it once was. But even so, we are still out of your league," he said to Walt flatly. Just then, another voice chimed in.

"Oh, what is this? It seems that you are still as eloquent and arrogant as ever, Lloyd!" This time, an elder clad in green landed on the ground, accompanied by a young man clothed in green as well.

"Isn't that Frank Luo? I heard he is also a saint!" The surrounding warriors watching the spectacle were shocked at the sight of the old man in green.

"The young man beside him is the genius of the Luo Clan—Brandon Luo," one of the warriors exclaimed when he recognized the young man accompanying the elder in green.

"But why are they getting involved in this matter? As far as I know, the Luo Clan has nothing to do with this," another warrior whispered in confusion.