The legendary warrior novel Chapter 1366

The young man from the Crimson Devil tribe was going to take Ricky back. As for Mordechai and the others, he would just kill them.

"Ricky, I know Hannah is in seclusion but we'll have to wake her up. It's the only way," the Evil Mandragora ordered in an urgent tone.

"I know that it is the only way and I don't want to die," Ricky responded helplessly. "But if Hannah does something, then Mordechai and I will be eliminated in the selection this time."

"Dammit, Ricky. This is a matter of life and death. Who gives a crap about the selection? If you don't hurry, you might not be able to wake her up in time." The Evil Mandragora rolled her eyes when she heard Ricky.

Ricky understood and hesitated no more. Hannah was cultivating in seclusion deep behind closed doors and he sent her a message.

However, even before the message could reach her, two beams o sword light with milky white color appeared out of nowhere in the world of evil spirit. They cut off the bloody hands and then merged into one, morphing into one giant sword light and cutting the world in half.

At the same time, it also wrapped Ricky and his friends in its glow to protect them.

"Emanuel, authority is not given to you to slaughter creatures of the continent at will." A gentle voice sounded and a young man appeared in the air in front of Emanuel, the demi-saint of the devil race who appeared not long ago. He was clad entirely in white and emitting a kindly brilliance.

In his right hand hung the devils from the Black Poison Devil tribe who had just escaped. They were being held in place by the gentleman using his spiritual power. However, they weren't alive. The young man had obviously killed them because he was carrying lifeless husks in his hand.

He shook his palm and the corpses fell on the ground like tree leaves in the season of fall.

"It's you, the Fourth Mister!" Emanuel gazed at the newcomer and greeted him coldly. His face was looking incredibly serious and as his eyes travelled towards the corpses on the ground, a ferocious look appeared across his eyes.

He had just saved these creatures but the Fourth Mister—the gentleman— had killed them in the blink of an eye. It was cruel and humiliating.

"The Fourth Mister!" Ricky and his friends exclaimed in surprise and hope when they heard the name.

They were familiar with this name, as was everyone in the Middle Land.

There were seven palaces constituting the organization called the Misty South Palace, each of which had their own successors.

These successors were called misters.

While the first palace was the strongest, the other six palaces were not numbered by their strength. However, there were differences in strength among the successors.

The Fourth Mister ranked the fourth among the six successors.

The first palace did not have a successor since its lord, Otis, the strongest warrior in the Misty South, had not chosen one.

"Wow. We are really lucky," Mordechai exclaimed happily. "I was afraid we were going to die. But fate seems to be on our side. I have heard that the Fourth Mister is a righteous man who practices sword skills and is remarkably powerful."

"Yes. Now, we won't have to choose between our lives and the selection," Peter remarked hopefully.

"The Fourth Mister is definitely one of the most talented beings in the Misty South," Ella said telepathically. "I've heard that he has both the upright spirit and the righteous spirit. And he also carries the Buddha Sword Mutant."

"Two spirits and the Buddha Sword Mutant? Wow!" Ricky murmured when he heard Ella's voice.

Naturally, he admired such a talented person.

"Emanuel, either leave this place of your own free will or I will drive you away with force." The Fourth Mister calmly raised his hand and a pure white sword appeared. He was clearly issuing a threat.

"Humph! I know that you are strong, man. But you won't be able to drive me away," Emanuel sneered.

"If you are so confident, what's the harm in trying? Have a taste of sword!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! The Fourth Mister was immediately bathed by the glow of the sword he summoned. From a distance, he appeared like a powerful sword deity, raining down a sword light upon the devil.

"Go to hell! You can never threaten me!" Emanuel's eyes immediately burst out a crimson-colored glow and his body began spinning and rising. Within moments, a tornado took shape and collided with the glow of the Fourth Mister's sword.