The legendary warrior novel Chapter 1391

Matthias, the First Deputy Chief, Muhammad and the others were unable to figure out what Ricky was trying to say. There was no conclusive evidence that Ricky hadn't taken the arms of the devils from Chandler. Even the number of these arms wasn't proof enough.

"I think everyone clearly heard what Matthias claimed about the arms I took from Chandler. Further, we all know that it takes at least ten thousand points to become a core disciple of the Misty South Palace," Ricky looked around and remarked in a loud voice that resonated everywhere.

It was true that his current strength could not threaten or scare the Phoenix tribe. However, he wanted to humiliate them today.

"Yes, we all know that," a warrior echoed.

"And yet, I am going to be able to become a core disciple of the Misty South Palace without the need of any points. Tell me, why would I need to take the devils' arms from Chandler then?" Ricky asked arrogantly as he eyed the creatures from the Phoenix tribe.

Silence fell as soon as he asked the question. An intense discussion followed afterwards.

"What does Ricky mean?"

"Who knows?"

"Is it possible that someone from the Misty South Palace is backing him?"

"I think he wants to exchange Paul's inheritance for the position of a core disciple of the Misty South Palace. If my guess is correct, then the Misty South Palace will agree without hesitation."

"My friend, can you guess what he is going to do?" the First Deputy Chief asked Wally telepathically.

"Not a clue. I can't figure it out. But I do know that he is not a person to be trifled with. I am certain he won't let anyone from the Phoenix tribe leave peacefully once he finds out that we will protect him," Wally replied.

"Let's wait and see then," the First Deputy Chief said.

"Young man, I must tell you one thing. The Misty South Palace is very strict with the selection of its disciples. They won't bend their rules solely because of some transactions." Muhammad spoke up at that moment.

"First Deputy Chief, do you feel the same way?"

Muhammad had only said this to stop Ricky from trading with the Misty South Palace. They didn't want him to hand over Paul's inheritance.

"Of course!" The First Deputy Chief nodded.

His answer was decisive since he also didn't want Ricky to give up Paul's inheritance. Truth be told, he would look down upon him if Ricky did so.

"Don't worry, sir. What I am going to do is well within the rules," Ricky said with a smile. "Because I only need the arm of a devil to become a core disciple of the Misty South Palace."

He suddenly turned the tables as he whipped out the arm of a demi-saint from the devil race.

Shock and awe fell upon the audience as soon as the arm was visible.

Everyone could clearly feel the incomplete blessing power on the appendage. It was obvious that the arm had belonged to a demi-saint from the devil race.

They finally understood what Ricky was trying to do.

The rules stated that whoever killed a devil at the Demi-sage Level could become a core disciple of the Misty South Palace, no questions asked.

But how was this even possible? No matter how strong a middle spiritual emperor was, killing a demi-saint from the devil race was impossible for them.

That was why everyone had forgotten about this rule.

No one had ever done this before.

Since the time this rule had been added to the selection process, Ricky was the first one to actually fulfil the criteria.