Born Almighty Warrior
Chapter 936 Five Strong Warriors

"It's not that simple...” Ricky grumbled in a low voice to himself after he heard what the Evil Mandragora said.

"Pay attention!" the Evil Mandragora told him sternly, irritated by his grumbling.

"There are four spiritual emperors on their way here, and three of them are close to the level of a middle spiritual emperor, and the last..." Her voice trailed off at this point. "What about the last one?" Ricky couldn't help but ask when it didn't seem like the Evil Mandragora was going to continue.

"The last one is a real middle spiritual emperor. Although he is trying to conceal his power, I still sensed it," she continued. "And I'm sure he didn't become a middle spiritual emperor recently.

Even if I fight against him, I'm afraid it will only be a draw at most."

"A middle spiritual emperor? How could that be? There shouldn't be such a powerful warrior in the Eastern Land!" Ricky protested, but although he was baffled, he didn't doubt the Evil Mandragora's senses.

"Old friend, do you think it is appropriate for you to join the battle?" At this time, a voice suddenly rang in the air. Wherever the voice passed through, the ruling power pervaded and evolved into a bloody giant sword.

It was the bloody giant sword that helped Isaac resist the Old Oriental Emperor's attack.

Out of the darkness, came forth a middle-aged man clothed in black. Ricky could tell from the bloody giant sword and the blood killing power he emitted, that he must be Brad, the top leader of the Endless Shadow.

What made Ricky surprised was that Brad looked exactly like the Shadow King of the Realm of Wildness. Their tones of voice and the cruelties that adorned their eyes were eerily similar as if they had been cut from the same flesh.

For those who didn't know them, it would be easy to mistake them for the same person.

But Ricky was certain that they were not the same person, because Brad didn't even look at him, and he was sure that he killed the Shadow King of the Realm of Wildness.

Ricky remembered that the Shadow King of the Realm of Wildness had transformed into blood essence after death, and it made him wonder, 'Do all the leaders of the Endless Shadow have the same appearance?

"Brad, long time no see!" The Oriental Emperor's face grew somber as soon as he laid eyes on Brad. The ruling power that he was secreting immediately gathered around his body like a shield.

Then, the white hair of the Old Oriental Emperor turned black, which made him look younger and transformed him into a middle-aged man.

It was the real face of the Old Oriental Emperor. His true fighting form had finally come to light.

"It seems that you have cultivated the Transforming Omnipotent Skill to superbness!" said Brad solemnly when he saw his transformation.

He knew that the Old Oriental Emperor had cultivated in the Middle Land for a long time, and he wouldn't dream of looking down at his opponent—not if he wanted to live.

"My Oriental College will be history if I do not improve myself," said the Old Oriental Emperor in an icy tone, and the cold glare he gave would have frozen people on their tracks.

"Then it's time to compete, my old friend," said Brad. Even before he finished speaking, his black figure had turned a bloody crimson.

Swish!

Two more figures materialized in the void. One was an old man with white hair, and the other was a white-haired, middle-aged warrior. Although the old man's breath was muted, he was exuding an invincible aura, a result of profound cultivation of the gravitation power.

At the sight of the old man, Jasper's eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth wanting to say something but hesitated. Then, he closed his mouth soundlessly and visibly calmed himself down. Those who noticed wondered, if he and the old man were conversing through telepathy, but only Jasper knew what was truly happening.

The middle-aged warrior radiated an aura of arrogance, and his pale hair flowed gently with the wind.

“That middle-aged warrior must be Wilbur, the leader of the White King Tiger tribe!" Ricky thought to himself. 'And that white-haired old man must be Todd of the Casting Center.’

"These four are the strongest spiritual emperors in the Eastern Land!"

Ricky muttered without glancing back at the Evil Mandragora. "They are all close to the level of a middle spiritual emperor. I guess their powers are not far from each other,” she remarked. She was looking at the four masters intently, wary of their combined powers.

"So the middle spiritual emperor you mentioned is the chief of the Nether Manor," said Ricky seriously.

Immediately, he desired to send a message to the Old Oriental Emperor through telepathy, but he changed his mind when he realized that it would be improper of him to do so.

"Todd, Wilbur!"

called the Old Oriental Emperor warmly as soon as he saw the two men. From his tone, it appeared that he had a good relationship with the two. Even if they were not friends, at least they weren't enemies.

Todd and Wilbur nodded at the Old Oriental Emperor in return.

The White Emperor from the White King Tiger tribe talked to Wilbur through telepathy and told him what had happened.

Wilbur's apathetic expression remained as he listened. Then, he looked at Brad and said lightly, "Brad, does your Endless Shadow want to stir a battle between the black side and white side of the Eastern Land?"

"Ha-ha, can you tell me which one is the black side and which is the white side?" Brad laughed loudly upon hearing Wilbur's words. But though he was laughing, there was nothing friendly with his posture. Killing intent generously poured out of him.

"Ha-ha, it's all my fault. I didn't say that correctly. I apologize!" Wilbur immediately apologized. Then he smiled as if he was embarrassed by his actions.

Of course, only he knew whether or not he was sincere with his words.

"Jasper, it seems that you made the right call when you didn't kill Jefferson. I think Wilbur is highly likely to side with us this time," Ricky said to Jasper, as he observed the four of them talk.

"It seems that he and I are destined to be partners then. But how can we weasel out of this mess?" Jasper asked him in a whisper. This time, Ricky kept his silence, while in his mind, he was asking himself the same question.

"This is not a battle.

All my disciples have been killed. Why can't I seek justice for them?" Brad asked them seriously. "Ha-ha, Brad, it's all right to avenge your disciples, but the battle is to unify the whole Eastern Land, right?” A loud voice suddenly sounded from all around them.

"As the saying goes, what goes around, comes around.”

The voice centered into one location, and a black figure appeared at once.

The figure was surrounded by evil spirits all over his body, and a black mask adorned his face so that it obscured his true guise.

Needless to say, this was the chief of the Nether Manor—Norris.

When he appeared, the Old Oriental Emperor, Wilbur, and Todd immediately tensed. The air around them thickened with barely disguised hostility.

"I haven't seen you three for a long time!" Norris greeted them with a smile.

"Indeed, Norris. Since when have you started wearing a mask? If it weren't for your voice, I wouldn't have recognized you,” Todd replied faintly.

"Ha-ha, it's my honor that you can recognize my voice!" answered Norris, as he jokingly gave a lazy salute.

"There's no need for you to say that. Do you want to unify the entirety of Eastern Land?" asked Todd impatiently. His question threw them for a loop in its directness, and everyone quieted in anticipation of Norris’ answer.