Chapter 1113 The Fact (1/2)

Crack! Crack!

As soon as the blast swept through the air, Sol's strongest defense was shattered into pieces. Soon after, he started to cough a mouthful of blood as he was flown out with intense force.

As he was shot out like a cannonball, the traces he left seemed to have torn the void into two.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with nothing but infinite fear and despair.

It was not until this moment that he realized how big the difference was between his strength and Ricky's.

This was quite reasonable. Sol had just become a spiritual emperor not long ago, making his strength more inferior than what Oswald had. Needless to say, he was far weaker than Ricky.

He was considered to the weakest lower spiritual emperor. Of course, he could not contend with Ricky, whose capability in combat could reach the average level among lower spiritual emperors.

In general, a slight different on the strengths would be considered large enough to decide the winner when two warriors fought. The dominant fighter could easily defeat the inferior one without breaking a sweat. But of course, there were exceptions to this normal rule, with an abnormal ace genius such as Ricky as an example.

During this time, Ricky did not think twice as he darted and trailed Sol. Instantly, the latter was shredded into pieces. Soon after, Ricky activated the flames to burn his soul.

In order to fully kill a spiritual emperor, he had to entirely destroy his corporeal body and soul. Otherwise, there would still be a chance, although small, to bring the spiritual emperor back to life.

”You are the only one to blame for this. You are a member of the Nether Manor, and the feud between the Nether Manor and me cannot be mended,” Ricky said gently.

”You're very decisive, making you so resilient living in this world where the strong preys the weak. Moreover, you're an incredible demi-spiritual emperor. I have no doubt that you will definitely hold one of the supreme positions in the world in the future.” An appreciative voice immediately came through out of the blue.

”I'm flattered to hear that, sir!” Ricky said with utmost respect.

As the void slid open, a middle-aged man in a plain grey robe walked out.

As a matter of fact, this man looked nothing but an ordinary person, radiating an aura that was as plain as his robe.

This man was none other than the saint guardian in the Eastern Land—the Wood Saint.