The legendary warrior

The two enormous mouths clashed like hungry beasts, biting each other in the violent airwaves. After what seemed like forever,
the encounter finally ended with a roaring echo that carried far into the air.
Then, one gigantic figure spurted out a mouthful of blood from its equally gigantic mouth. The blood was black.
It then rolled over, a groan of pain escaping from his lips, and it flopped onto the ground and slowly transformed back into its
original visage. It was no other than Benny.
Clearly, he had lost this battle.
But his opponent, Ricky, didn't look like he fared any better. The collision had thrown him back thousands of meters before he
steadied himself on his shaky feet. Blood spilled down the corner of his mouth, and wounds were all over his tattered body.
"That was close. I could barely beat Benny even with the help of the holy runes, the chaotic power, the Ancestral Intent Formula,
and the bright ancestral spirit. It seemed like he could fight no matter what I threw at him. And it looks like he still has the
strength to fight.
Alas, this must be the last realm where I can challenge someone stronger than me with my own strength," Ricky lamented
morosely.
"It's not a big deal, Ricky. You can just let him live if you can't kill him. Don't forget: you are here for the blood essence of the
legendary beast in the Legendary Beast Tomb. This Benny isn't a threat anymore," the Dragon Intent Grass reassured him.
Ricky glowered at Benny as he wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth. He growled at the sullen-looking man. "Take your
men and leave. Although I can't kill you, it's clear that you can't kill me either.
It will just be a waste of time if we continue to fight."
Although Benny had lost, he didn't seem afraid of Ricky. Instead, when he heard Ricky's words, he only sneered at the other
man but didn't make any threatening moves.
Without a glance backward, Benny got up and left, with his companions following closely behind.
They thought they were stronger than Ricky, so they intended to take everything he had. Unexpectedly, he proved that he was
much stronger than them, and they couldn't hold a candle to him even if the five of them teamed up against him.
On the flip side, Ricky didn't want to leave Benny and his men alive, for he knew he would never make friends with them.

The only way they would get along was if Benny gave up stealing his stuff, which would never happen. The Greed Beast tribe
was nothing if not greedy.
And even though Ricky badly wanted to eliminate Benny and his men, he wasn't strong enough to do that, so he had no choice
but to let them go.
Another reason to keep the peace was that the Legendary Beast Tomb had yet to open. If Ricky could avoid the ire of the
legendary beasts' descendants, it would save him from unnecessary trouble.
"Let's hurry to our tribe's territory before anything else happens. We are too close to those guys' territory, and if they came back
with reinforcements, we will be in serious trouble," Leilani warned the others once Benny and his men had left.
What Ricky didn't know was that his location had already been exposed the moment he approached the Legendary Beast
Region. The saints of other forces that were after him had located him as well.
That was how powerful saints were. They could easily track down creatures that hadn't reached the Sage Level.
This ability had been granted to them because of their deep understanding of the heavenly law.
If only Ricky had activated the young realm or the old realm and concealed his strength with the space power, those saints
wouldn't have been able to spot him.
But although these saints knew where Ricky was, they were yet to make a move against him. After all, they sensed the existence
of that figure in black and were wary of it.
With the appearance of the Phoenix tribe's saints, they finally made out the mysterious man's face.
At this point, some saints showed up above the Legendary Beast Region, and all of them had their eyes on the two figures in
front of them.
One was an elderly man clad in a fiery red robe, his hair red as the sunset.
Although he was an old man, he looked incredibly powerful and carried a strong blood vitality.
Every saint in the Misty South knew this man. He was Elder Woodrow of the Phoenix tribe, and he was at the Sage Level.
The other figure was a black-clad man, and his cloak concealed his face.

Despite that, all the saints knew who he was because of the man in black with a number 'three' carved on it on his left shoulder.
This person was Toby of the Misty South Shadow.
The number three on his shoulder pertained to the list of the Misty South Shadow's strongest members. He was the third
strongest warrior of the said organization.
Of course, since he was ranked third in the Misty South Shadow, Toby must be no weaker than a demi-spiritual potentate at peak
state.
"What a surprise! I didn't expect that you would come out of seclusion just to escort a young man," Elder Woodrow of the
Phoenix tribe muttered in disdain as he gazed at Toby coldly.
Knowing that Ricky had arrived at the Legendary Beast Region, the Phoenix tribe decided to send their strongest men to take
him out, and Elder Woodrow was one of them.
That indicated how eager they were to deal with Ricky.
Unfortunately for them, the Misty South Palace sent one of their strongest as well to keep Ricky safe—Toby.
"You should go back where you came from, Elder Woodrow. If you continue going after Ricky, the Misty South Palace will take it
as a declaration of war. Of course, we won't intervene if you sent disciples at his level to go after him,"
Toby replied flatly.
"And what if we kill Ricky anyway? What will the Misty South Palace do?" Elder Woodrow muttered glumly.
"Why do you think I'm here? You probably know that only one person from the Misty South Palace could get me to work for him,"
Toby responded with a sharp-toothed smile.
Upon hearing this, not only Elder Woodrow but also all the other saints nearby looked unsettled.
They all knew what Toby meant.
At this point, all the saints from these forces realized they had to give up on Ricky from now on. Their forces were weaker than
the Phoenix tribe, so what could they do against the even stronger Misty South Palace?

"Elder Woodrow, I know that Ricky and your tribe have come to an accord. And if you make a move within the next twenty years,
it would ruin your reputation. After all, we all know that the Phoenix tribe is arrogant," Toby went on.
"Toby! How dare you mock us? Our tribe would never show mercy to our enemies, and we wouldn't give up until we have hunted
them down and destroyed them. Nothing can get in our way. We will not quit for any reason.
Our young men will go after him until they succeed!"
Elder Woodrow declared as he cast a withering glance over Toby.
His words made it clear that they would not let Ricky go even if he had the support of the Misty South Palace. And this behavior
proved how self-conceited the Phoenix tribe was.
"Ha-ha! You can send all the young warriors in your tribe, for we too have plenty of young warriors. In fact, I'm looking forward to
seeing you send more young men after Ricky. I'm sure they will die one by one in his hands," Toby mocked with a cocky smile.
"Oh, is that so? Let's see who will die in the end," responded Elder Woodrow gruffly.
Toby didn't say anything more. Instead, he gave an unimpressed shrug and disappeared into the void.
It was not until Elder Woodrow took his leave that the other saints nearby left as well.
"Ricky is indeed fascinating. At first, I was tasked to keep him safe, but seeing how he deal with things, I'm feeling quite
interested in him. I might even protect this young man with my life," Toby murmured to himself with awe, gazing upwards toward
the airship where Ricky was.
Ricky, on the other hand, had no idea what had just happened between Elder Woodrow and Toby.
A few days later, the group finally arrived at the Fox tribe's territory.
The inner land of the Misty South served as a home for the Fox tribe's Nine-tailed Foxes, while the other foxes lived somewhere
else.
For example, the Seven-tailed Fox tribe lived in the outer reaches of the Misty South.
But although they lived separately, the creatures of the Fox tribe had their own places in their territory in the inner region, and
they could cultivate there.