The legendary warrior Chapter 1310 A Man Named Otis Ao

"Sir, maybe you think that you can joke around at this moment, but I assure you that this is no joking
matter for me. I am telling the truth. Paul has only one inheritance, so you have to decide among
yourselves who should get it..."

Ricky convinced them, hoping that they would fall for his tricks this time.

After all, this was the only way he could think of escaping this trouble. He would have to hand over
Paul's inheritance to them sooner or later, but he could put it off to the last second.

Unfortunately, he couldn't escape and hide through his space, because these warriors in front of him
were powerful saints.

"It's all right, Ricky. If there is no other way out, you can surrender the Eternal Time Scripture to them.
Anyway, these saints have not experienced Paul's whole life, so it will be difficult for them to
comprehend the ancient scripture,"

the Time Seal's hermit spirit advised Ricky telepathically.

"Yes, sir. I understand," replied Ricky with a grim face.

He hated to admit it, but he had no choice.

From the moment he obtained Paul's inheritance, he knew that he had to hand something over as soon
as he came out. That was the price he had to pay for being weaker than these men.

'My strength still isn't enough!

I wonder when I could be strong enough that I don't have to be afraid of anything,'

Ricky wondered to himself in frustration.



Meanwhile, one of the saints seemed to be growing impatient. He had let his momentum gush out like
a flowing river, locking onto Ricky as he said,

"Young man, you don't need to worry about that. We'll take care of it ourselves. Now, if you give up
Paul's inheritance, the entire continent would consider you a hero! We, old guys, will even take out
some Treasures from Heaven and Earth to help you cultivate."

It looked like they had moved on from asking Ricky to be their disciple to outright asking him for Paul's
inheritance.

Ricky could also feel that the saint had locked his momentum on him, which was a clear indication that
if Ricky didn't hand over the inheritance soon, these saints would do it for him—by force.

In fact, he was sure that if it weren't in public, these saints would have torn him into pieces by now. And
they would probably devolve into chaos as they fought each other for the inheritance.

"All right, let's not act hastily. I'll just hand it over," said Ricky immediately.

The saint's aura pushed him to make a decision fast before the choice was taken away from him. Now,
he was ready to hand the Eternal Time Scripture over.

At this point, Ricky was exceedingly frustrated and bitter, but he had to swallow his pride. However, he
vowed to himself that he would remember the faces of all the saints here today.

Boom!

Just as Ricky was about to hand the scripture over, a powerful force poured down over his body and
instantly broke through the saint's momentum which had been overwhelming Ricky earlier. The
invisible force wrapped around Ricky like a warm blanket and was about to take him away.



Seeing this, the saints on the spot instantly reacted aggressively. They snarled at the unseen enemy
and yelled at the top of their lungs, "Who are you? Show yourself!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! All the saints united to attack the unexpected force as one. After all, anyone who
wanted to take Ricky away would undoubtedly monopolize Paul's inheritance. They couldn't let that
happen.

However, the aura that enveloped Ricky abruptly transformed into a massive white palm, and it easily
repelled the incoming attacks from these saints.

Then, a white figure emerged from behind the huge white palm.

"You are just a bunch of arrogant weaklings scrambling for Paul's inheritance! You're biting off more
than you can chew!" said the figure snidely.

A cold aura that surrounded him made the surrounding saints tremble like falling leaves.

He spoke in a condescending tone, but his domineering strength backed up his attitude.

However, the white figure left just as abruptly as he showed up.

None of the saints dared to chase after him, as they all had a taste of how powerful the white figure
was from the aura he had unleashed just now. From that aura, they had a strong intuition that a simple
backhand from the white figure could kill them.

Compared to Ricky, they were much stronger and could do whatever they wanted to him. But in front of
the white figure, they were as weak as insects. They were saints, but they were nothing compared to
whoever the white figure was.

That was how the white figure took Ricky away.



As soon as he and the white figure disappeared from sight, the whole Grey Wind Land was left
shocked and silent.

Ricky, on the other hand, felt that a great force had wrapped tightly around him, hindering his
movements. He didn't know how long it took before he could breathe. And when he could finally move
his head around, he found that the white figure had set him down on a lonely peak.

The said white figure was standing in front of him, his hands placed behind his back in a stiff,
authoritative posture.

"Hello, sir," greeted Ricky promptly.

He knew at a glance that this person was the one who took him away.

The white figure was definitely powerful, for only an exceedingly strong warrior could have taken him
away from those saints. It didn't matter what his purpose was, someone as powerful as him deserved
Ricky's respect in terms of martial arts.

Hearing Ricky's greetings, the white figure turned around.

He turned out to be a young man with an angular and handsome face. His eyes were like two endless
black holes, deep and unfathomable.

Strangely, Ricky couldn't feel any trace of aura coming from the young man, and there was only one
explanation for that.

This young man was undoubtedly too powerful.

Ricky, of course, knew that this man was not as young as he looked. He was likely an old man who had
lived for many years.



"Did you really get the inheritance of Paul?"

the young man asked Ricky directly, staring at him deeply.

Unlike those greedy saints they left behind, the young man's expression didn't even waver. There was
no hint of interest on his face, and it seemed that he simply wanted to confirm that Paul's inheritance
belonged to Ricky.

"Yes, sir!" Ricky promptly nodded.

"Did you ever be an incredible demi-spiritual emperor?" The young man continued questioning Ricky,
although the latter wasn't sure where his questions were leading.

"Yes, sir!" Ricky replied again.

"I see. Well, I'm glad a genius like you has obtained Paul's inheritance. You seem to have great
potential in you.

It looks like I made the right decision to save you today. In return, make sure that you can meet our
expectations and become a supreme master someday!"

The young man nodded and let a satisfied smile curl his lips.

"What—" Ricky looked back at the young man in confusion, wondering what his words meant.

"Sir, aren't you interested in Paul's inheritance as well? Isn't that why you saved me?" asked Ricky
when he had composed his thoughts.

Of course, he couldn't help but this strange man. He doubted that a saint would have such low interest
in Paul's inheritance and the opportunities it presented. The previous saints' behaviors were enough to
prove it.



Those saints were already as powerful as they were, and it seemed like they had nothing to be afraid
of. However, as soon as Paul's inheritance was within their reach, they all became fixated on it.

"Paul was the greatest and most powerful warrior in ancient times, and he was also at the peak state of
the Potentate Level. Naturally, any saint would be desperate to have such a powerful man's
inheritance,"

the young man leisurely explained.

"But I don't share the same opinion. If the continent didn't have a rule against spiritual potentates
appearing in this era, I would have reached the peak state of the Potentate Level already,"

continued the young man with unparalleled confidence.

With this new information, Ricky could already guess who the young man was.

"I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't have doubted you," Ricky promptly apologized.

He believed what the young man was saying because he felt that the young man was probably at the
Demi-potentate Level, close to the Potentate Level. Moreover, if this young man really wanted Paul's
inheritance, he wouldn't be wasting his time talking to Ricky. In fact, he could easily kill Ricky now
seeing no one else was around.

The young man gracefully waved his hand as if to dismiss Ricky's worries and said,

"It's okay. I know you can't help worrying especially after your experience with those saints."

"May I know your name, sir?"

Ricky asked with a curious gleam in his eyes.



He was a man with a clear distinction between kindness and resentment. He took note of those saints
from earlier for revenge, but he also wanted to remember this young man who had saved him. He
promised to himself that he would repay this man's kindness.

Ricky didn't even care if those saints represented the whole Misty South continent or not. He just
wanted to take revenge on them, to repay the wrong they planned to do to him.

Hearing Ricky's question, the young man didn't seem hesitant to let his identity show.

"My name is Otis Ao!" he replied honestly with a gentle smile.

Those simple words felt like a stormy wave in Ricky's ears, as his head suddenly pulsed in time with
his heartbeats.

In this era, there existed one man who was considered the strongest in all of Misty South, and he was
now standing in front of Ricky. It was none other than Otis Ao!


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