Ricky comprehended the Time-accelerating Skill from his Time Zone. It was a time-related Omnipotent
Skill that was opposite to the skill of Travel Back Through Time.
Of course, he could only master the Time-accelerating Skill because he had a deep understanding of
time. The Eternal Time Scripture also helped him to turn his physical body and attacks invisible using
the skill of Travel Back Through Time or the Time-accelerating Skill.
With these two skills, he could travel to the past or the future.
Hence, Chandler's attacks didn't even hurt him one bit.
His time power wouldn't have worked on any other opponent that was far stronger than him, but,
thankfully, he and Chandler were on par with each other.
Chandler didn't overestimate himself. If he could foretell Ricky's moves, Ricky would have found it
difficult to overcome him.
The only hope Ricky had for winning against his opponent was through stealth, which was exactly what
he did. After all, no one would have expected him to have mastered such an incredible Omnipotent
Skill.
It didn't even enter their minds that any creature could master the Omnipotent Skill that Ricky had
mastered.
"Oh, really?" Chandler let out a mocking scoff. "I guess that's true. You can kill me to take revenge on
Lanny, but if you do, you are cursing yourself to the same fate as me. If you kill me, you are signing
your own death warrant."
"Too bad you won't live to see that day, huh?" The threat on his life didn't seem to intimidate Ricky, and
a wicked smirk pulled at Ricky's lips.
Indeed, he intended to end Chandler's life now.
"Miller, help me! Lanny asked you to keep me safe. You gave him your word!" Chandler called out to
Miller secretly through telepathy.
When he heard this, Miller immediately jumped up and landed in between Ricky and Chandler, ready to
intervene.
"I have no other choice," he murmured with a regretful but determined expression. "I must protect him
at all costs."
As soon as he finished speaking, he gathered his power and created a blade with it in a bid to save
Chandler from Ricky.
Jedidiah also stepped in at that exact moment, intending to protect Ricky from Miller's attack.
Meanwhile, Matthias was desperate to come to Chandler's aid, but Jasper and Mordechai stood in his
way. "What are you doing, Jedidiah?! Do you want to be an enemy of the entire Phoenix tribe?"
Matthias roared in frustration when he saw what had happened.
"Don't you dare threaten me with the Phoenix tribe! You will only aggravate me further, and I'm sure
you don't want to do that. I am only stepping in to help my friend," replied Jedidiah earnestly.
"Chandler brought you here to deal with me, right? Well, do your best because I won't let you go after
Ricky," he then said to Miller.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The moment Jedidiah moved against Miller, Ricky cut out
Chandler's heart with no hesitation.
His shura power, which was wrapped around Chandler's soul, simultaneously entered his Chaotic Fire
Zone and burnt it to ashes in an instant.
Miller didn't see this coming. He looked utterly shocked as he stared at Ricky with wide eyes. "Ricky,
you..."
"Chandler!" Matthias howled in grief.
"I really want to do you a favor, Miller, but I can't. I'm sorry. I must kill Chandler," Ricky told Miller
earnestly, his eyes burning with resolve as he met Miller's gaze.
'What a decisive man!' Miller sighed inwardly when he heard Ricky's words.
If someone else were in Ricky's shoes, they would hesitate and spare Chandler's life. After all, Miller
himself had asked him to let Chandler go, not to mention that Chandler came from a powerful tribe.
And the consequences of eliminating Chandler and letting him live had a vast difference.
Only powerful spiritual emperors from the Nether Phoenix tribe and the Phoenix tribe would come after
him if he had let Chandler go. However, since Ricky took the man's life, even saints from the two tribes
would hunt down him.
Of course, Ricky was well aware of all these. But he still killed Chandler without hesitation.
This decisive action showed Miller his unwavering determination.
"Ricky, you shouldn't have killed Chandler. The consequences..." Miller fretfully conveyed through
telepathy.
"I know. Countless saints are already after me because they know that I have Paul's inheritance," Ricky
reassured him lightly.
"Chandler is dead. What do you plan to do now, Miller? Shall we continue this fight?" asked Jedidiah
before anyone could make a move.
"It depends on what Ricky will do next. I will defend the rest if I have to," replied Miller.
He already failed to keep Chandler safe, so he had to protect Matthias and the others. He would break
the Martial Arts Oath he had made if he did anything less.
"Don't worry. I do not plan to kill any more members of the Nether Phoenix tribe on your account. They
are free to go," Ricky chimed in when he heard Miller's words.
He was satisfied that Chandler's death would stir up Lanny's anger. He had no more reason to kill the
others.
And besides, he didn't want to fight Miller, who could pose a threat to him in terms of his force and
talent. He would rather let these men go and stay on Miller's good side.
It wasn't that Ricky was afraid of Miller. He just didn't want to make too many powerful enemies.
After all, he didn't have a powerful force behind him.
It was his biggest insecurity and weakness, and it sometimes made him feel helpless and alone.
At times, it would cross his mind that if he were the Misty South Palace's core disciple, or if he had a
powerful organization behind him, he would have more options. Like now, he could have ignored Miller
and did as he pleased.
"Thank you," Miller gratefully replied, knowing that Ricky did this for him.
"Matthias, you and your men can leave now. As soon as you get back, tell Lanny that we are even now,
and from now on, I don't owe him anything," Miller instructed Matthias sternly.
"Let's go!"
At once, Matthias left with the other members of the Nether Phoenix tribe, but not before he cast a
sharp glare in Ricky's direction.
Once the group had disappeared from the horizon, Miller also took his leave.
"Thank you for your help, Jedidiah," Ricky gratefully told the other man, who smiled in turn.
"Ha-ha! Don't be so formal! I already told you to call me Monk!" answered Jedidiah with a laugh.
At that, Ricky couldn't help but laugh as well. "Of course! Thank you, Monk!" he repeated.
After that, the two of them turned to check on Mordechai and Xavier.
From the beginning, Xavier had already been handicapped in his duel with Mordechai. And when he
saw that Mordechai's companions had already overcome their opponents, he felt a trace of fear and
frustration crawl through his spine. He was no match against Mordechai in this situation!
Flustered, Xavier immediately stopped fighting and fell to his knees, begging for his life.
But Ricky had no plans of letting him go.
"This guy doesn't have a mutant, but his body is certainly strong. He can even stand firm against my
Buddhist Body," remarked Jedidiah as he sized Mordechai up. He was curious about Mordechai's
Sorcerous Combat Body and eager to see it in action.
"Have you heard of the Desolate Sorcery tribe?" asked Ricky.
Of course, Jedidiah recognized the words, and his eyes narrowed in astonishment. "So he is from the
Desolate Sorcery tribe! Then, that must be the strongest body in the world—the Sorcerous Combat
Body!
Who could have known he is freakishly strong too?" he exclaimed as he gaped at Mordechai in awe.
He was familiar with the Desolate Sorcery tribe and the Sorcerous Combat Body.
Before long, Mordechai fulfilled his promise to Ricky and tore off Xavier's head without hesitation. He
threw it at Ricky with a knowing look.
Then, he withdrew his power and landed in front of Ricky. "Here, this is what you wanted, right? Take
it," he urged the other man, as a satisfied grin brightened his face.
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