The legendary warrior

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.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Violent waves of air engulfed the entire area, as if a storm had brewed and was now sweeping across it.
Luckily, Ricky and his friends were protected by the sword light. Otherwise, they would have been smashed to pieces by these
shockwaves. They couldn't even hope to bear the power of two demi-saints. Even the fallout would have killed them instantly
without protection.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! The tornado was spinning rapidly, but cracks were beginning to appear in it. After a moment of
stalemate, a series of crackling sounds could be heard.
In the blink of an eye, the Fourth Mister's sword light had entered the tornado and was splashing at Emanuel's body.
Puff! Hit by the sword light, Emanuel staggered back and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. The power was evidently more than
he could bear.
Realizing that he couldn't make a stand by himself, he quickly used the anti-seismic force and left the place.
"I know that I am no match for you, but the devil race has several many warriors who can defeat you. We will come for you." As
he left, Emanuel shouted a threat to the Fourth Mister.
"At least we know that you aren't strong enough, Emanuel," the Fourth Mister replied in a flat tone.
"I think the Fourth Mister and Emanuel are only slightly different in terms of strength. If the Fourth Mister had a significant
advantage, he would have chased and killed Emanuel already," the Dragon Intent Grass concluded, seeing the Fourth Mister
stay behind.
"Emanuel is a devil, but the Fourth Mister knows him well. Further, he has the Crimson Devil Blood power. Someone with these
two traits is obviously not a nobody," Ricky responded.
"You're right. Although Emanuel was forced back a bit, he did not seem seriously injured."
Not only that, but they had also seen that the Fourth Mister looked a bit frustrated while fighting Emanuel.

Defeating Emanuel did not take too much of his power. But killing him was an entirely different story.
Perhaps if the fight carried on for long enough, he could emerge victorious. But even then, he would be pushed to his last gasp,
which could prove perilous for him in this Passage World.
"Thank you for saving us, sir." Ricky got up and thanked the Fourth Mister.
"That's okay. I just sensed the aura of a demi-saint and followed it. Anyone would have done the same." The Fourth Mister
waved his hand and smiled. Despite his strength and status, he wasn't acting haughty or superior.
On the contrary, his aura was very kind and gentle.
'I think that is the effect of his upright and righteous spirits, ' Ricky thought to himself.
The Fourth Mister turned towards Ricky and remarked, "You have white hair and an extraordinary temperament. Am I correct in
assuming that you are Ricky, the young man who has obtained Paul's inheritance?"
"Yes, sir. I am Ricky!" Ricky nodded.
He quickly became vigilant since he didn't know why the Fourth Mister knew of him.
"That is very good! You've just destroyed a stronghold of the devil race." The Fourth Mister nodded appreciatively. "You truly are
a genius and I hope you keep growing rapidly."
"Thank you, sir!" Ricky said modestly.
"I have heard some interesting rumors about you, Ricky. I hope we engage in a friendly battle one day. After all, a fight with
Paul's successor would be an interesting study," the Fourth Mister continued.
Ricky was a little confused to hear this.
Although he was a genius, he didn't think he was worthy of being remembered by someone as incredible as the Fourth Mister.
But before he could ask more, the Fourth Mister had left.
'Is it because of Master Otis?' Ricky was confused. However, he let it slide after a couple of moments.
"Ricky, even a master like the Fourth Mister appears interested in you," Claire smiled.