After the selection, all of the disciples returned to the Third Sheol City.
Nearly thirty thousand disciples had entered the selection, but only around twenty thousand of them
were currently standing in the huge square. The rest had died in the Passage World.
Gradually, all of the saints from all the forces in the Third Sheol City arrived.
Ricky watched everyone around him. When he looked up, he saw the First Deputy Chief and Wally in
the sky.
"Ricky, killing Chandler from the Nether Phoenix tribe is a big thing!" Wally said through telepathy as he
stared down at Ricky. "Chandler was the strongest talent in the Nether Phoenix tribe and he was
valued by the elders of the Great Phoenix tribe.
And there's no doubt you know that he was also one of Lanny's most important subordinates."
"Sir, why are you telling me this? Did the Phoenix tribe send people here to avenge Chandler?" Ricky
asked through telepathy.
"Yes. And it's bad. They've sent an elder at the Sage Level," Wally answered. "I think they are trying to
take you away and steal Paul's inheritance using Chandler's death as the excuse."
"Sir, please help me!" Ricky begged, feeling fear rip through him.
He wished that he was strong enough, but he knew that he wasn't. The Phoenix tribe had sent an elder
at the Sage Level, and the only ones who could save him were Sage Level masters from the forces
that were stronger than the Phoenix tribe.
"It's not my turn to save you," Wally said with a smile.
Ricky sighed and turned to face the First Deputy Chief. He understood that Wally couldn't help him, but
that the First Deputy Chief could.
"Ricky, there is one thing that you have to remember: be strong," Wally reminded him through their
telepathic link. "When it's necessary, I will stand out."
"Thank you in advance, sir. I really appreciate it,"
Ricky said gratefully.
Soon, another group of saints arrived. Immediately, the disciples noticed and started talking about
them. The person of interest was an old man in a red robe that was in the lead. He was a famous
figure.
His name was Muhammad Feng. He was the sixth-ranked elder in the team of elders from the Phoenix
tribe.
He was also considered as one of the top masters in the Misty South. Muhammad Feng was not a
demi-spiritual potentate yet, but a great saint at peak state.
Behind Muhammad Feng were the saints of the Great Phoenix tribe and the Nether Phoenix tribe.
Wasting no time, Muhammad Feng looked straight at Ricky and snapped, "Are you Ricky? Are you the
person who obtained Paul's inheritance and killed Chandler, the genius of our Phoenix tribe, in the
Passage World?"
Ricky frowned and started to say, "My name is—"
However, before he could finish, Muhammad Feng interrupted him, saying, "In the Passage World, the
goal of everyone is to kill as many devils as possible, but you killed the genius of the continent. As a
result, you've disrespected the continent. Are you a spy of the devil race?
And you have to gall to call yourself the successor of Paul!
What you have done is unforgivable. But since you are young and ignorant, I decide to forgive you.
However, I still have to bring you back to the Phoenix tribe with me so you can repent for three years."
'Fuck!' Ricky cursed repeatedly in his head when he heard that Muhammad Feng wanted to arrest him.
None of what he said made any sense.
"This is an example of the tyranny and shamelessness of the Phoenix tribe," the Dragon Intent Grass
said through telepathy with a smile. "And we can do nothing about it. The law of the jungle prevents us
from intercepting. After all, the Phoenix tribe is the strongest."
"Damn it! I will make these guys pay one day," Ricky swore.
Within seconds, Muhammad Feng swooped down on Ricky and tried to attack him so that he could
take him away.
However, the Third Sheol City was in the territory of the Misty South Palace, and Ricky was still in the
selection list. The First Deputy Chief stepped forward and blocked Muhammad Feng's attack, glaring at
him.
"Does this mean that you don't take the Misty South Palace seriously? Why else would you be trying to
attack one of the disciples from the Misty South Palace?" the First Deputy Chief snapped after he had
resisted Muhammad Feng's power.
The First Deputy Chief also disliked the Phoenix tribe. The truth was, there were very few forces that
liked the Phoenix tribe.
"You must be mistaken, First Deputy Chief. Our Phoenix tribe might be strong, but we would never defy
the Misty South Palace." Muhammad Feng looked around like he had just noticed the presence of the
First Deputy Chief and shot him a fake smile.
But his ploy didn't fool anyone.
"Then please step back. We'll talk about this after the selection is over," the First Deputy Chief said.
"Of course. I'm not trying to cause any problems. All I'm saying is that a disciple with a character like
his should not be qualified to participate in the selection of the Misty South Palace. After all, it is a place
of justice, right?" Muhammad Feng pointed out.
"Ricky, is what he said true?" the First Deputy Chief turned and asked Ricky.
"Sir, I was the one who killed Chandler, but I had good reasons. He tried to kill me many times and
wanted to take Paul's inheritance away from me. I had no choice. If I didn't kill him, I would have died,"
Ricky insisted.
"I even showed a lot of mercy. Otherwise, Matthias and the others wouldn't have walked away with
their lives."
"You're lying! You coveted the devils' arms that Chandler had obtained so you killed him in secret,"
Matthias Feng shouted, stepping away from the crowd.
"These guys are really good at confusing right and wrong," the Dragon Intent Grass said with disdain.
"What can we do? They are from the Phoenix tribe. There aren't any other warriors that will testify for
me. They are all afraid of the Phoenix tribe," Ricky said, feeling helpless.
"Sir, my name is Jedidiah and I'm willing to testify for Ricky," Jedidiah announced, walking forward to
stand behind Ricky.
A few seconds later, Mordechai, Jasper, and the others joined him.
"This is ridiculous. You are all Ricky's companions. It makes sense that you would cover for him. We
can't take your words as the truth," Matthias said, sneering at the newcomers.
"Yes! You are right." Soon, a lot of disciples that feared the Phoenix tribe were agreeing with Matthias.
"Ricky, you need Miller to come out and testify for you," Jedidiah told Ricky telepathically. "Ricky, if you
ask him, he will do it.
He admires you."
"Monk, the Lu Clan stands behind Miller. It is strong, but it is nothing compared to the Phoenix tribe,"
Ricky said. "I don't want the Lu Clan to become enemies of the Phoenix tribe because of me.
Besides, I don't want to owe Miller anything."
"So you think that the First Deputy Chief will help you?" Jedidiah asked after he heard what Ricky said.
"I'm afraid I don't know what the First Deputy Chief is thinking, but I know how to make the Phoenix
tribe speechless," Ricky replied with a smile.
"Oh? Really?" Jedidiah tilted his head curiously.
"Just wait and see!" Ricky added, smiling even wider.
"Matthias, you're saying that I killed Chandler to take the devils' arms that he had gathered. Okay. Then
tell me, how many arms did I take from him?" Ricky asked.
Matthias smiled. Then, he said, "Over twenty arms that belonged to middle spiritual emperors from the
devil race, and over a hundred arms that belonged to lower spiritual emperors."
"Are you sure about this?" Ricky asked with a smile.
"I'm one hundred percent sure," Matthias replied.
However, Matthias lowered his eyebrows. He didn't understand what Ricky had meant by asking him
such a question.
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