The legendary warrior novel Chapter 93

Autelan moved at high speed, even faster than a warrior at the first grade of Bone Reinforcement. However, no matter how quickly he tried to run away, it seemed to be a futile attempt. Thousands of meters behind them, a beam of light of flushing tree quickly shot in their direction and reached them in a flash.

Upon seeing the light of flushing tree, Autelan stopped with a dry smile.

Ricky began to realize why Autelan had began running so fast.

As the light of flushing tree faded away, a middle-aged man, dressed in a long green robe, emerged from the light of flushing tree under his feet. His face was not particularly good-looking, but Ricky and Autelan felt his aura of arrogance, as if he was the center of the whole universe.

Ricky had only ever sensed such an overpowering aura from Zenith, who was a powerful innate spiritual king. So the middle-aged man was, without a doubt, also an innate spiritual king.

And now that there was the intense force of flushing tree emanating from the man, Ricky had already guessed his identity.

"Hello. You must be a senior member of the family of Greenhill. I think it would seem a bit inappropriate for you to chase down and kill the ordinary warriors like us in the Snow Land," Autelan spoke, calmly toning down his power and vigor.

He knew that no matter how powerful he was, he was just as weak as an ant in the eyes of this man.

"Have you killed my son, Lyndon?" the man asked in a low voice as he stared at Ricky, completely ignoring Autelan.

Without anger or murderous intent in his voice, the man seemed as though he was merely asking Ricky a simple question.

But Ricky knew clearly that if an innate spiritual king spoke in such a tone, it implied that he was actually very furious.

"Yes, I have," Ricky admitted, realizing that he was going to die very soon. He hoped that by taking responsibility for it, there was a chance Autelan would not be involved.

'Alas! I've provoked the innate spiritual king of the family of Greenhill. He's here to avenge his son's death on me now. What terrible turn of events!' Ricky thought to himself, mourning his impending death.

He hadn't found his mother yet, and he had so much more of his cultivation to experience. Everything had just begun for him, but it all seemed as thought it would be over now.

However, Ricky wasn't regretful at all. And if he had another chance, he would still choose to kill Lyndon without hesitation, as he had been a sore loser and a bully, trying to harm Ricky with three others.

Ricky felt as though he had nothing to lose.

"Now that you admit this, you must come with me and repent for your evil deeds in front of Lyndon's body for seven days and nights. After that, you must apologize for your actions by taking your own life," the innate spiritual king of the family of Greenhill said.

Ricky scowled at the man's words and responded, "You're saying I have to repent for seven days and nights before taking my own life? I think you just underestimate me. I will never apologize for killing someone who tried to murder me with three others.

So you'd better kill me now! Otherwise, I will break his tomb once I arrive at his grave!"

Upon hearing Ricky, the innate spiritual king of the family of Greenhill broke out in visible rage. It was rare that a powerful innate spiritual king's mood would be so greatly affected by a warrior of Blood Purification.

"It's not up to you!" the man exclaimed coldly.

Then he waved his hand, the force of flushing tree enveloping Ricky. He was about to take Ricky away by force.

But before the middle-aged man could realize, Autelan discreetly took out an ice crystal rune and then crushed it, with a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips.

When the rune had shattered, the temperature dropped suddenly. A small crack appeared up in the air, and then turned into a large snow path.

Instantly, a figure appeared on the path and swept down.

"Chief Zenith!" Ricky said in excitement at the sight of the familiar figure.

For it was no other than Zenith, the chief of the Snow Sect, Ricky stood a chance at surviving this encounter.

With Zenith's arrival, the force of flushing tree encircling Ricky was covered by many ice crystals and then shattered. Wrapped in a burst of force, Ricky was quickly dropped to Autelan's side.

"Errol, how dare you ignore me and take action against a disciple of the Snow Sect in the Snow Land under my control? It is terribly rude of you to do that," Zenith uttered flatly, glaring at Errol with a sullen, cold gaze.

"Zenith, this disciple of the Snow Sect has killed my son. Do you want to protect him from being punished?" Errol shouted.

"Your son was less powerful and failed to defeat others during the training outside. He tried to kill Ricky dishonorably. He deserved his death. He was not outstanding at all, but do you still think it is worth avenging such an insignificant life?" Zenith retorted calmly, his voice powerful and icy.

Errol scowled at Zenith's words.

"Zenith, I ask you this: do you really want to defend this disciple?"

"Even if the disciples of our Snow Sect make mistakes, it is up to me to decide their fate. The family of Greenhill has no right to punish them! You know very well that this is not your jurisdiction!" Zenith replied.

"Autelan, leave here with Ricky now!" Zenith said to the young warrior.

"Yes, Chief." Autelan gestured at Ricky to leave.

Ricky went with Autelan immediately. He knew very well that even if one thousand warriors as powerful as him took action together, they stood no chance of interfering with a fight between the two innate spiritual kings.

After Autelan dragged Ricky and sprinted several thousand meters in one breath, he stopped.

"Bang! Bang!"

An earsplitting sound resounded through the distance sky once the two warriors had stopped to catch their breath. Zenith and Errol were fighting with each other now.

Innate spiritual kings were so powerful that even if others stayed tens of thousands of meters away from them, they could still sense the explosive forces they released during battle.

"Autelan, Chief Zenith will not be defeated, right?" Ricky asked, feeling a little worried.

"Don't worry. Both of them are the middle spiritual kings, so they can't win against each other. It's none of our business. Now, would you get back to the Snow Sect or continue your cultivation outside?"

"I decided to continue training outside," Ricky explained.

"Okay. Be careful. If you come across big trouble again, your luck might be different from today. I just happened to be training myself here today and helped summon Chief Zenith, so you could get out of trouble this time!" Autelan said.

"Autelan, I truly appreciate what you did for me. I will try to be prudent and keep a low profile from now on!" Ricky nodded.

"Ha-ha. Ricky, you're really quite an obedient and meek fellow, aren't you? I like your character!" Autelan said with a laugh at Ricky's earnest reply.

"Ha-ha!" Ricky also laughed joyously, relieved at living to see another day.

"Are you going back to the Snow Sect?" Ricky asked.

"Not yet. I reached the ninth grade of Blood Purification a long time ago, but I haven't made a breakthrough to reach the higher level yet. So I won't return to the Snow Sect until I break through again," Autelan replied. He added confidently, "I happened to discover a good method that stands a chance of helping me make a breakthrough soon."

"Congratulations!"

"Aha! Thank you. Now, I must bid you goodbye! See you around back home in the Snow Sect!" With this, Autelan left.

After Autelan was out of sight, Ricky looked for several moments in the direction of Zenith and Errol's battle. After that, he pushed on, making his way towards the Stone City.

Now that he had the ability to challenge a warrior at the fifth grade of Blood Purification, Ricky was confident of taking back some spoils from Gilbert and the Bloody Gang.