NovelEnglishAbout one and a half miles away, eight Westerners with long golden locks and wearing silver armor walked over steadily.
Each of them carried a huge sword on their backs. The leader was an old man with white hair and a beard. He appeared to be
around 70 or 80 years old.
Suddenly, the old man stopped and raised his hand to signal the others to halt. "There are people ahead..."
"Are they our people or Drakonians?" The young man beside him looked eager.
Another one of their reasons for entering the secret realm this twas to kill Drakonian cultivators. It was not just to seek
treasures.
They would receive a handsreward for each Drakonian cultivator they killed. Several of them even took out pinhole cameras
and hung them on their chests. These were devices they used to record the killings of Drakonian cultivators.
The old man said in a deep voice, "They're Drakonians, and their strength is formidable!"
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Upon hearing this, the group becmore excited instead of feeling afraid.
According to the rules set by the Reaper Guild, the rewards they received would be multiplied based on the strength of the
Drakonian cultivator they killed.
"Elder Sean, please lead us to kill him together!" The young man who had asked the question spoke excitedly.
Sean Baros shook his head slowly. "I have a feeling that one of them isn't someone we can deal with. His strength is likely at the
Profound Oriental Realm."
"What?"
Mondo Arya's face turned pale instantly.
Their country's cultivation system ranked from Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond, Star, King, Legendary, Divine, and Saint.
Drakonia's Profound Oriental Realm was equivalent to their Legendary Realm.
Among the eight of them, Sean had the highest level of strength, and he was at the King Realm. There were only a handful of King
Realm experts in their guild. Sean had to submit to their Legendary Realm guild leader.
"Legendary Realm? How unlucky!"
"Do we need to send a signal?"
"You fool. Do you want to attract that Legendary Realm expert over here by sending a signal?"
Several young men in silver armor chattered.
Then, Sean said in a deep voice, "Drakonia is a land of courtesy. They're always more low-key and humble. If we don't provoke
them, there shouldn't be any danger. Let's go somewhere else!"
After saying that, Sean turned around and walked back, and the others meekly followed.
They had not gone far when they saw a group of tall men in black robes approaching. They were incredibly tall, and almost all of
them were over six foot seven.
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They were covered from head to toe in their black robes, with black masks on their faces. Only their light blue eyes were exposed.
"Elder Sean, who are these people?" Mondo looked wary as he glanced at the approaching group. He even gripped the hilt of his
sword from behind his shoulder.
"Idiot... Put your hand down!"
Sean slapped Mondo's hand away from the sword hilt and said in a low voice, "They're from the Titan Saint Society!"
Mondo pursed his thin lips. "There are no more Saint Societies! Saint Realm experts are just legends!"
There were no sects or martial arts schools in the West, but there were numerous guilds. These guilds were divided into strengths,
with King guilds representing those with King Realm experts.
After them were Legendary guilds, Divine guilds, and Saint guilds.
Only guilds with Saint Realm experts could be called Saint Societies. Were there Saint Realm experts in the West? The answer was
no!
Mondo's grandfather was a grand marshal, and he knew the secrets of the Western cultivation world like the back of his hand.
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