Born Almighty Warrior

Chapter 1391 The First One In History

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 NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

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.

Regardless of how he did it, Ricky was the subject of several gazes filed with admiration right now.

The First Deputy Chief and Wally were looking at each other, completely out of words.

Ricky had performed a shocking move.

The people most shocked were Jedidiah and his companions. Ricky had been by their side the entire

time. When and how had he gotten his hands on the arm of a demi-saint from the devil race? They had

never seen him do that.

They looked at each other in surprise, unable to figure out what was going on.

They sighed. 'This guy always manages to surprise us.'

After the initial shock, people began thinking about how Ricky had gotten the arm. They didn't believe

that he had actually killed a demi-saint at all. It was impossible.

Finally, Ricky's voice broke the silence.

"As you can see, this is an arm of a devil at the Demi-sage Level. You all know the rules of the Misty

South Palace. So, why would I kill Chandler just for the sake of a few ordinary devils' arms in his

possession?

Correct me if I am wrong, but the only reason the Phoenix tribe slanders me is that they want to find a

way to take Paul's inheritance from me. Isn't that right?

Such a behavior is truly a disgrace, especially when coming from a great tribe like the Phoenix tribe.

And they call themselves descendants of the sacred beast? Laughable!

I think these people are nothing short of sanctimonious and shameless."

The moment his words were completed, all eyes turned towards the members of the Phoenix tribe.

What he had said was infuriating. The Phoenix tribe was sure to get mad now.

And that was exactly what happened. A gloomy expression instantly appeared on the faces of the

warriors from the Phoenix tribe. Muhammad was in the lead and he looked particularly angry.

"This young guy has really embarrassed the Phoenix tribe," the First Deputy Chief said telepathically

and smiled at Wally.

"Yes. It even took off my anger," Wally chuckled.

Ricky sneered as he saw the furious faces he had caused.

'I may not be able to defeat the Phoenix tribe but I can easily embarrass you in front of so many

warriors.'

Funnily enough, Ricky was telling the truth. What he had said was indeed what the Phoenix tribe had

planned. Everyone knew it. He had just been the first one to say it out loud. And it gained him a lot of

praise too.

"I really admire Ricky. Not only did he do something no one had been able to do since the ancient

times, but he also dared to insult the Phoenix tribe by calling them sanctimonious and shameless." A

telepathic discussion started.

"Yes, he is the first one to ever get a demi-saint's arm and also the first one ever to dare and embarrass

the Phoenix tribe. And he did in front of the Phoenix tribe's elder, who is at the Sage Level."

"Even masters of the Misty South Palace wouldn't dare to curse the Phoenix tribe like that!"

"This was great, but he is going to face their ire now."

"Who cares? I don't think the Misty South Palace will let such a genius slip. By rule, Ricky has already

become their core disciple. I think they will protect him."

"Young man, that was eloquent and daring." Muhammad finally opened his mouth and spoke coldly.

"But whoever insults and slanders our Phoenix tribe will come to no good end."

And he made a move.

The Phoenix tribe was arrogant and Ricky's insults had stolen his logic and reason. Besides, the

Phoenix tribe didn't need to explain their actions since they were strong enough to be arrogant and

domineering without worries.

Unfortunately, Muhammad had forgotten that this was the territory of the Misty South Palace, and that

Ricky had already become their core disciple.