The legendary warrior Chapter 1328 The Shura Caskets

Ricky looked murderous. He deactivated the effect of the young realm of the Transforming Omnipotent
Skill, and revealed his true face. "So you are Steve Feng from the Phoenix tribe! I'm Ricky Nan. You will
be the first of the Phoenix tribe to die at my hands," he said, his voice emotionless, his hair fluttering in
the wind.

He would kill every single soul of the Phoenix tribe he crossed paths with.

"What? You are Ricky Nan?!" Steve exclaimed, surprised.

Ricky had gotten his hands on Paul's inheritance in the ancient battlefield of the outer region. There
was no one in the Middle Land who hadn't heard of him.

Although a mysterious, powerful warrior had taken him away, other forces had continued to chase and
hunt him down.

A few talented powerful warriors from the Phoenix tribe knew Ricky because their noble daughter had
feelings for him.

Lanny hadn't told anyone that he had attempted to murder Ricky.

Once news of Ricky acquiring Paul's inheritance spread, Lanny would know that Ricky was still alive.

Steve laughed with excitement as he recovered from the shock. "So you are Ricky! I've been looking
for you all over and here you are!" he exclaimed.

If he took down Ricky, he would become Paul's new successor.

And once he got hold of Paul's inheritance, he would devote himself to it. He could then rule the four
continents in a few hundred years as long as he cultivated hard.



"I had thought Paul's successor would be smart. Turns out I was wrong. You are just a cocky fool,"
Steve said derisively. "If I were you, I would hide and never show up in public."

"I won't hide from you because you are not a threat to me at all," Ricky snapped defiantly. "You think
you are strong but you really aren't!"

"Is that so? But anyway, I must admit that the Omnipotent Skill you used is so amazing; it turned you
into a kid. It seems to be similar to the one that helped you disguise yourself as a middle-aged man.
What a good day! Beside Paul's inheritance, I'm about to get such an incredible Omnipotent Skill. It
looks like I'm destined to become a top warrior,"

Steve said, thrilled.

"Quit daydreaming! Is everyone in the Phoenix tribe as naive as you are?" Ricky said, disgusted.

Steve wasn't angered by Ricky's words. Instead, his amusement showed as he said, "Are you serious?
You are the naive one here," he teased. "If I've guessed correctly, you wanted me dead because of our
tribe's noble daughter. Am I right?"

'What is he talking about? I've never even heard of the noble daughter, ' Ricky wondered.

"A noble daughter has the same status in a force as the holy daughter does. Although there is no
spiritual potentate, there are demi-spiritual potentates. The noble sons and daughters are those young,
powerful geniuses in the forces that have demi-spiritual potentates.

So the master that you are attracted to has been selected as a noble daughter. It looks like she has a
high status in the Phoenix tribe," the Dragon Intent Grass said.

"A backward loser wants to get close to our noble daughter. This is proof enough that you are the naive
one!" Steve continued to ridicule Ricky.



"By the way, I have some news for you. Our noble daughter and noble son will get married soon.

Their marriage has been arranged because our noble son needs to get the noble daughter's blood
power.

And the woman you love will be my wife. I will become the new noble son after I get my hands on
Paul's inheritance," he added with a smirk.

"This guy is trying to provoke you. Do not get angry," the Dragon Intent Grass reminded Ricky.

"I know. But I don't think he's lying. I think the Phoenix tribe appointed Grace as a noble daughter
because of her blood power," Ricky said, his displeasure evident in his tone.

In the next second, he activated his seven mutants.

His mutant powers and the chaotic power came rushing towards Steve, whose expression turned
serious as he watched Ricky's display.

No matter how arrogant he was, he didn't dare underestimate Ricky's powers.

He burst out his full momentum and rushed towards Ricky. In the instant their momentums came closer
to collision, the two blood-colored coffins moved.

They released blood-colored shura power and rose upright into the air. Their lids opened
simultaneously, two glowing words emerging from each coffin. "Shura Casket."

"It is really the Shura Casket!" the Dragon Intent Grass exclaimed in surprise. "The most precious
supreme weapons of the Shura tribe are here! Unbelievable!"

"Oh my! These are really supreme weapons. I'm so lucky!" Ricky said excitedly.



He didn't care who or which force owned the coffins. Since he had come upon them, he resolved to get
his hands on them.

As a talent of the Phoenix tribe, Steve knew the Shura Casket. The greed was visible in his eyes.

'Am I destined to dominate the world? Is it fate that brought the Shura Caskets to me?' Steve's heart
was pumping, thrilled, as he thought this.

But both of them were wrong.

The two young warriors at the Emperor Level were weak as ants before the supreme weapon as long
as it didn't lose any of its parts.

Once the lids were off, strong power emerged from the two coffins and enveloped Ricky and Steve,
pulling them into a coffin each before they could react.

When Ricky regained his senses, he looked around, confused. "What's going on?" he murmured to
himself, frowning.

"You're not hurt. It looks like the Shura Casket has no intention of harming you. Don't worry," the
Dragon Intent Grass said, trying to soothe him.

At this, Ricky calmed down and began to study his surroundings, the inside of the coffin he was in.

But there was nothing but blood-colored shura power filling the place, tinting it blood red.

Ricky was still looking around when a calm voice reached his ears. "Welcome to the Shura Casket."

The voice trailed off and left a cacophony of battle cries ringing out in his head.

In that moment, he felt like his head was overcome by the shura power.



'That is so horrible!' Ricky thought, gasping.

But he wasted no time in gathering his devouring power and cast it over the remaining shura power in
his head. He let himself feel the relief only when all of the shura power was eliminated.

It had probably only been slight, this invisible force, but he knew it would be better to eliminate it rather
than leave it be.

This proved how powerful the voice's owner was.

"Well, your devouring power has reached the highest limit at your current level," the voice said again.
This time, it didn't put any power in Ricky's head. The owner had recognized his strength.

And then, a blood-colored figure materialized before Ricky.

Ricky squinted at it, trying to make out its features, only to find that it didn't have a face. It looked like a
ghost.

"I am the Shura Casket," the blood-colored figure introduced itself.


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