The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor

Cadian scoffed and said, "Thamus, what do you think those pieces of trash from third-grade worlds are thinking right now?"

Thamus smiled, his face full of disdain as he said coldly, "Do I even need to guess? They have their thoughts written on their faces. Aren't they just waiting for reinforcements? It looks like the guy they are waiting for is quite strong. There might even be more than one.

"But there's something wrong with their brains. They can ask for help, so can't we do that too? Even though I can't mobilize the strongest ones, our top disciple is coming over. As long as he's here, it'll be much easier to deal with these pieces of trash."

Cadian nodded. He had an excited look on his face, "These simpletons really think that they'll have a right to do anything after this battle, that we'll be afraid of them. What a joke. Compared to those that died, the Radiant Hall is far more important.

"We've expended so many resources to open the Radiant Hall. How could we give it up so easily? They'll always just be livestock to us, for us to do whatever we want with."

Thamus smiled, very pleased with himself, "He should be here in just a few minutes. We'll let them be happy for a bit. They won't be able to laugh anymore soon."

The moment that was said, the explosions around them weakened a bit. The sounds of shouting got louder. A few of them turned to look and saw that a small group of people had gathered together in the chaos.

A one-eyed warrior shouted at the group of warriors from third-grade worlds, "It's you! Stop putting on an act! Don't think I don't know it's you!" Fane sighed helplessly. He already had a mask on, not wanting to be recognized. However, he was still recognized.

For the sake of ending the battle quickly and so the warriors from third-grade worlds could win, Fane led Quinton and the others toward the center of the battle. Fane was quite well-known among the warriors from the second-grade worlds.

Golden Continent and Sacred Water Continent practically all had Fane's image in their hearts. To prevent himself from being attacked en masse, Fane had put on a mask before entering, but he was still recognized.

The one-eyed man said, "My fellow disciple was just careless enough to die to you thought you'd be more careful after your image was transmitted, and you wouldn't dare come here. I can't believe you're so bote. I really benefited this time!"

When that was said, the one-eyed man stared right at the circles around Fane's body with his one working eye. To not expose his secrets, Fane had not put the four keys into Mustard Seed in front of everyone.

At that moment, there were eight golden rings around Fane. It was incredibly eye-catching. Fane raised an eyebrow, smiling coldly, "Which one is your fellow disciple?velled

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second-grade worlds. How am I

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Fane's tone was calm and casual. The one-eyed man was furious when he heard that. He clenched his teeth and shouted, "Brat! How dare you act so arrogantly! Don't think you can do what you want in front of us just because you're a little skilled! I'make sure to kill you today!"

In truth, the one-eyed man did not care about taking revenge for his fellow disciple. He only cared about the rings around Fane, the eight golden keys. To everyone there, each key was incredibly valuable.