Born Almighty Warrior

Chapter 1309 In the Face of Grave Danger

The words of the Time Seal's hermit spirit left Ricky feeling bewildered. He glanced at the seal with

wide, astonished eyes and asked,

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I may have misheard you. Did you just tell me to put the arena away?"

"Yes, I did. It's about that you put away the arena," the Time Seal's hermit spirit instructed nonplussed.

"Okay, now, I am confused. How can I do that?" Ricky promptly asked, looking more and more baffled

with each passing second.

"After we defeated the devil race, Paul had refined this arena, which means that this was Paul's

property," the hermit spirit explained. "And because he is long dead, the arena would be passed on to

his successor—you! The arena is made of the hardest Rocks of Heaven and Earth.

It may not be a supreme weapon, but do not underestimate it because it's as powerful as a supreme

weapon. In fact, you can even use this arena against any supreme weapon," the hermit spirit cheerfully

went on.

Hearing this, Ricky was overjoyed, and he made up his mind right then and there to never give the

arena up. After all, it rightfully belonged to him now.

"Sir, what should I do put it aside?" he eagerly asked.

"You can use the Time Seal since the seal serves as the core of the arena," instructed the hermit spirit.

"Paul had taken this into consideration, so he integrated the Time Seal with the arena."

"He seems to be a visionary," Ricky remarked, sounding slightly awed once again.

Then, he did as the hermit spirit had instructed and enveloped the entire arena with his mind. He knew

that with the Time Seal's help, he could integrate his mind successfully into the arena, and only then

could he keep the arena under his control.

It took Ricky four whopping hours before he could successfully cover the arena with his mind. He

thought about putting the arena aside immediately but stopped at the last second.

After all, he would be in great trouble if the other warriors witnessed his action. The fact that he

possessed Paul's inheritance already put him in a perilous situation, so he didn't want to add to that if

he could avoid it.

'Perhaps, I can use the Time Zone and the Devourer Zone to hide my presence. That way, I can put

aside the arena secretly.' A brilliant idea suddenly popped up in Ricky's mind.

With that thought, he immediately summoned the Devourer Zone and the Time Zone. The Devourer

Zone formed the blood-colored light, which covered the entire arena, as the Time Zone released the

time power, preventing people outside from seeing what was going on inside the arena.

Under the influence of the two zones, Ricky was able to put the arena in his Massacring Zone without

being noticed.

Afterward, he took away his two zones and appeared again.

Ricky theorized that in this way, everyone would think the ancient arena disappeared as soon as Ricky

obtained the inheritance. After all, it would never occur to them that Ricky was the one who put aside

the arena. That was unless they saw it with their own eyes.

As soon as the saints outside the ancient battlefield caught sight of Ricky, they grew exceedingly

excited, and countless warriors started gathering again.

They looked at Ricky with greedy eyes, although they were fully aware that they were no match for him.

They could only content themselves with watching him from afar.

Meanwhile, Mordechai and the others quickly approached Ricky. "You have Paul's inheritance now!

Why are you always so lucky?" whined Mordecai with envy.

"Ha-ha! What can I say? I'm just very lucky!" Ricky retorted laughingly, a modest smile brightening his

face.

"But seriously, Ricky, you need to be more careful from now. I am sure that once we get out of here, the

other forces would surely try to steal Paul's inheritance from you. You shouldn't give them an

opportunity," Mordechai suddenly reminded him, a somber look on his face.

"I agree. Those people would undoubtedly try something. What are you going to do to deal with them?"

asked Hayes with a worried frown. "I don't think we can be much help to you if they try to attack you

since we aren't that strong..."

"You don't need to worry about that. I'll think about how to deal with them once we leave this place,"

Ricky answered, looking as grave as the Hayes and Mordecai.

Although he recognized that his life was in grave danger, he didn't have any plans on how to deal with

it. Instead, he just planned to play it by ear.

Just then, a huge crack abruptly appeared on the ancient battlefield.

Inside the crack was nothing but endless darkness, as infinite as the inky night sky. The continent spirit

wafted from the inside as well and lingered in the nose of everyone present.

That crevice was the only way that they could get out of the ancient battlefield.

If this opening closed before they passed through it, they would have to wait another two hundred

years before it would appear again on the ancient battlefield.

Therefore, as soon as the crack made itself known, all the warriors hastily flew towards it, and Ricky

and his companions were no exception.

Fortunately, they were able to pass through the crevice and soon arrived at the Grey Wind Land.

Before they even stepped foot on the ground, all the people's eyes were fixed on Ricky, devouring him

with their greedy looks.

Their gazes felt like great pressure on Ricky's shoulders, and there was so much that he wondered if

he could bear it. Of course, it was not surprising that he felt that way. After all, he was just a spiritual

emperor, while those who were staring at him were even saints! It was evident that they, too, had their

eyes on Paul's inheritance.

"You made a mistake when you came out, Ricky. You should have stayed in the ancient battlefield for

another two hundred years, and maybe you could have saved yourself. I doubt that these saints from

other regions will let you leave with Paul's inheritance.

I don't think even I can help you now,"

Lloyd told Ricky through telepathy, sounding terribly regretful.

He desperately wanted to save Ricky, but he couldn't think of a way to do so. After all, he and the other

saints from the Five-element Sect were too weak compared to these saints from other regions. They

couldn't save Ricky from those saints even if they tried.

"There's no need to worry, Elder Lloyd. I don't think they will kill me," Ricky reassured him. "The worst

thing that could happen will be if they force me to hand Paul's inheritance over."

After a moment of silence, a saint spoke up and called Ricky's attention. "Young man, I heard that you

defeated the Dark Land Blood Mutant's owner and even acquired Paul's inheritance. You have a lot of

potential in you. Would you like to be my disciple?"

As if that statement had opened the floodgates, a ruckus immediately erupted as many saints followed

suit with countless offers.

"Young man, if you become my disciple, I give you my word that I'll help you become a saint!" Another NôvelDrama.Org content.

saint attempted to entice Ricky to his side.

Of course, they were only offering to take Ricky in as their disciple for one purpose. They just wanted

an opportunity where they could get their hands on Paul's inheritance.

'What a bunch of hypocritical guys!' Ricky sneered in his thoughts as he gazed at these saints with a

frosty expression. Of course, he didn't dare to voice out his thoughts. After all, he was in the martial

world where the strong preyed upon the weak. That would just put him in greater danger.

"I'm flattered by your offers, but I am already a disciple of the Five-element Sect. I have no intention of

joining another force. I appreciate your kind offers, but my answer is no," replied Ricky respectfully.

"Young man, you shouldn't refuse our kindness. Are you trying to offend us?" a saint threateningly

retorted when he heard Ricky's reply.

"Young man, have you forgotten that the devil race is coming? For the sake of the entire continent, you

should hand over Paul's inheritance to more talented warriors than you. That way, more talented

warriors who can rise quickly will have a chance to help the continent too," another saint blurted out.

"You make a good point, sir, and I actually intend to do that. However, there are so many of you who

want Paul's inheritance that I don't know whom to choose," Ricky responded immediately.

Although the saints' words aggravated Ricky, it was also what he wanted to hear. He knew that all the

saints here had the same thoughts, so if he addressed it that way, it would imply that he wanted to

choose one of them.

In that way, he figured that the saints would fight amongst themselves instead of ganging up on him.

It was true that he could give Paul's inheritance away, but he could only do so to one person.

Unfortunately, everyone wanted to have a finger on that particular pie.

"Ha-ha! Young man, do you think you can turn us against each other by saying that?" one saint

unexpectedly commented.

It turned out that Ricky underestimated those saints. When he realized that they didn't fall for his plans,

his face darkened, and he became serious in an instant.