The legendary warrior

"But my current strength is not powerful enough to face off against a genius like that. I hope he doesn't remember me," Ricky
said in a hesitant voice. "Let's not focus on that right now. Just collect these devils' arms so we can go.
If a master from the devil race comes again, we'll be in trouble. A master like the Fourth Mister won't save us twice."
Sighing, Ricky bent over and the others helped him to saw off the arms of all the devils that were at the Emperor Level.
In the end, they had defeated a total of twenty middle spiritual emperors and one hundred lower spiritual emperors from the devil
race. From it, they had earned three thousand points. Obtaining three thousand points in just two days was unbelievable.
"Look at how much we've managed to reap. Maybe we should keep destroying the devil race's strongholds. That seems to be
the only way we can hunt large numbers of devils and obtain more points!" Mordechai suggested in an excited voice.
"I agree. It took the three of us almost a month to get five thousand points, but now, it's taken only two days to get three
thousand points," Ella replied, sighing as she recalled their previous struggles.
"But we were lucky this time. Most of the middle spiritual emperors from the devil race were from the Short Devil tribe. They had
recently broken through and become middle spiritual emperors. If it weren't for that, we probably would have failed," Ricky
pointed out.
Peter and Claire didn't want the points.
If it weren't for Ricky, the consequences could have been bad. They could have died. Ricky took all of the points because he
really needed them.
The situation he was in forced him to become a core disciple of the Misty South Palace.
After they had finished, they regrouped and ran out of the destroyed stronghold.
When they were far away from it, Ricky asked, "Claire, Peter, why did you attack the devil race's stronghold? You're not usually
that reckless."
"It's because someone lied to us!" Peter spat. His eyes were shielded and dark as he turned around.
In a strained voice, he told Ricky why he and the others had attacked the stronghold that belonged to the Short Devil tribe.
He had been invited by the fifth genius in the Middle Land, Xavier.

Many other famous talents had also been invited by Xavier. They were divided into six groups and told to attack several
strongholds of the devil race that were in the nearby area.
That way, the devil race couldn't organize and help each other.
However, when they launched their attack, they realized that Xavier had fooled them. His own men didn't even launch the attack
in the surroundings as they claimed they would do.
"Peter, how do you know Xavier and his men didn't attack like they said that they would?" Ricky asked, lowering his eyebrows.
"Because they attacked the stronghold of the Black Poison Devil tribe instead, and the members from the Black Poison Devil
tribe, including their young master, appeared in the stronghold of the Short Devil tribe. Do you think they attacked the Black
Poison Devil tribe?" Peter asked.
"It's lucky that my cousin got a hold of you. Otherwise, we would have died. I think that the geniuses who attacked the other
strongholds wouldn't make it back."
"So Xavier was trying to harm you?" Ricky asked in a cold voice.
He looked angry but he was also confused. Xavier was a genius that was recognized by the Misty South Palace. He didn't seem
like an evil person.
When Claire saw Ricky's hesitation, she said, "The Misty South Palace has investigated a lot of geniuses, but no one knows
what they are thinking."
Ricky nodded slightly.
She was right. The most powerful creature in the world couldn't see into others' minds.
"But why would Xavier do this? Was he holding a grudge against you and the other geniuses?" Ricky asked, still unwilling to
believe it.
"No, I don't think so. Afterwards, I realized that Xavier was trying to take the Black Poison Pond from the Black Poison Devil
tribe," Claire answered. "Xavier was using us as bait for the Black Poison Devil tribe."
"This still doesn't make sense. What is the Black Poison Pond?" Ricky asked, frowning and tilting his head to the side.

"Well, the Black Poison Devil tribe is a strong bloodline. Out of all the devil tribes, it is considered to be one of the top bloodlines
next to the top eight bloodlines of the devil race," Claire explained.
"The Black Poison Devil tribe is new. They just managed to make a name for themselves during this era. In the beginning, they
were ordinary devils who cultivated the most ordinary evil spirit.
By chance, a powerful man from the Black Poison Devil tribe found the Black Poison Pond. The Black Poison Pond comes from
heaven and earth.
It is filled with poisonous water that is called the Black Poison of Heaven and Earth. It's some of the most potent stuff in
existence.
If someone uses the water in the Black Poison Pond to cultivate, they can create powerful poison gas or even produce their own
Black Poison of Heaven and Earth.
The only reason the Black Poison Devil tribe isn't ordinary anymore is because of the Black Poison Pond. One can only imagine
how powerful the water in the Black Poison Pond is."
"So, Xavier's goal is to cultivate the poison gas?" Ricky asked.
"No, he doesn't want to cultivate it. He has the blood power of poison gas, so he craves to collect the water from the Black
Poison Pond," Claire answered.
"Xavier is cultivating the poison gas, so the rest of what you told me must be correct. His real target is the water in the Black
Poison Pond. Now that he has tricked you and you guys attacked the other strongholds, they would turn to the Black Poison
Devil tribe for help," Ricky said.
"That would leave the stronghold of the Black Poison Devil tribe empty. Xavier and his men could just walk inside to attack the
Black Poison Devil tribe's stronghold!"
"I'm going to kill him!" Peter shouted, clenching his fists.
Of course he was enraged. Xavier had set him up and he had nearly died.
"It's a good thing that we accidentally entered the cultivation place of the old chief of the Short Devil tribe. When we were in
there, we threatened the devils, telling them that we would kill their old chief. If we hadn't done that, we wouldn't have been able

to hold on until you arrived," Claire said.
"It's all over now. We are all safe and sound. Now we know that we can't trust anyone blindly, not even the geniuses with
outstanding reputations. They are usually the ones who do the deceiving because they have the resources and power to do so,"
Ricky replied.
"Ricky, speaking of the Short Devil tribe, I have something for you. It's to say thank you for saving our lives," Claire suddenly
said. She turned her hand over and opened her palm, revealing a black jade token.
"What's this?" Ricky asked.
"The weapon casting heritage of the Short Devil tribe!" Claire answered.
Ricky said in surprise, "So what the chief of the Short Devil tribe told us was true. You took their inheritance and that was why
they were too afraid to hurt you!"
"Of course. Otherwise, we couldn't have threatened the devils using just the life of the old chief," Claire said, smiling.
"The devil race has the Short Devil tribe, and we have the Short Human tribe. Those tribes are the most powerful weapon
casting ones in the world. No one else can compare to them," Ricky explained, eying the gift in front of him.
"The heaven and earth did not grace the two tribes with any talent for cultivation or fighting. They are all disabled to some
degree. In return, they are given a knack for weapon casting. Those two tribes are the best at weapon casting in the world."
Claire nodded.
Mordechai and the others looked at her for a moment before they nodded too.