Bobbit could not help but begin shouting.


    Maidee did not fight back. After all, it was true he had chickened out just now.


    However, would that youngster have backed down if he had not admitted defeat?


    The answer was no.


    He knew the Eastern cultivators too well. They did not seem afraid of death in the slightest.


    Just then, a five-foot-long sword shrouded in a cloud of light in five different colorsnded from the sky. The sword was ten inches wide, and a pale blue light emanated from it. Its handle looked like an angel with its wings spread. The Sacred Sword of Ice!


    Dante narrowed his eyes. "Ryan, Dermott, Jaxon, which one of you would like to retrieve the sword?"


    Ryan shook his head. "I prefer using my de."


    Jaxon brought his palms together. "May the Light guide us all. I have no use for swords either!"


    Dermott stroked the cleaver in his arms. "I''m content with this cleaver!"


    The thunder cleaver was a gift from the revered Jonah, and it would gradually be even more powerful as his cultivation capabilities improved.


    Dante turned to Das. "What do you say, Deputy Commander Cricton?"


    Das said, "Let''s discuss this after we''ve retrieved the sword!"


    Dante clicked his heels together and teleported himself over to stand beside the light column.


    The Sacred Sword of Ice had been driven into the ground. Dante wrapped his hands around the handle and easily lifted it. It had not been imed by an owner yet. The corner of Dante''s mouth curled upward slightly as he returned to his camp.


    All the cultivators from the Western camp had ugly looks on their faces as if they had just tasted something foul.


    The Sacred Sword of Ice was one of the angels'' weapons.


    Now, they had to watch as a weapon that rightfully belonged to the Western camp fell into the hands of the Eastern camp.


    It was a massive humiliation.


    "No!"


    Bobbit''s eyes bulged as he stared at the Eastern cultivators.


    When Maidee realized Bobbit was


    thinking of running forth to grab the


    sword back for himself, he immediately encouraged him further. Mr. May, given that Lord Dumble is currently recuperating, it means that you''re the strongest cultivator in the whole of the Western camp right now.


    "There aren''t any cultivators in the Eastern camp who have achieved the Profound Oriental Realm yet. That means there''s no doubt you can get the Sacred Sword of ice back!"


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    Bobbit''s breath came out in heavy pants, but he soon regained control of himself.


    He red at Maidee. "Where''s Nash Calcraft?"


    Maidee nced at the rundown nine-story tower and lowered his voice, "I suspect that Nash is no longer inside the tower!"N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    "So what? Ryan just exhibited powers that are equivalent to a cultivator at the Divine Realm!


    "And that bald guy is a mythist cultivator. The powers he showcased are not what a stage-five Divine Realm cultivator can fight back against!


    "There''s also the heavenly thunder that the youngster summoned, the one that scared you so badly you nearly pissed yourself! Do you think I''m any match for them?" Bobbit sneered as he questioned Dermott.


    It was true he was furious, but he had not yet arrived at the stage where his emotions had gotten a better hold of him than logic.


    Maidee added, "Ryan is a spent


    force now, and that mythist cultivator is probably relying on external help because his aura


    steady. I''m confident they wou


    be


    able to strike the way they did just


    now once again. As for thest guy,


    he was just putting on anat guy,


    Bobbit gave all three of them a long look upon hearing that.


    Both Ryan and that mythist cultivator had extremely weak spiritual powers and would not be able to repeat what they had just done a second time.


    Then, he gave the nine-story tower another look.


    If Nash were not here, he might have a chance of getting the Sacred Sword of Ice back.


    After a long internal battle, Bobbit drew in a deep breath and leaped into the air. Hended in front of the members of the Eastern camp.


    Dante frowned. "My friend, are you going against thepetition''s rules?"


    Bobbit scowled. "The Sacred Sword of Ice is one of the Western camp''s treasures. -—”


    Before Bobbit managed to finish his sentence, he froze.


    Maidee trembled as he stared at the Chaos Tower''s seventh-floor window.