Born Almighty Warrior

Chapter 1367 The Reason

"But my current strength is not powerful enough to face off against a genius like that. I hope he doesn't

remember me," Ricky said in a hesitant voice. "Let's not focus on that right now. Just collect these

devils' arms so we can go.

If a master from the devil race comes again, we'll be in trouble. A master like the Fourth Mister won't

save us twice."

Sighing, Ricky bent over and the others helped him to saw off the arms of all the devils that were at the

Emperor Level.

In the end, they had defeated a total of twenty middle spiritual emperors and one hundred lower

spiritual emperors from the devil race. From it, they had earned three thousand points. Obtaining three

thousand points in just two days was unbelievable.

"Look at how much we've managed to reap. Maybe we should keep destroying the devil race's

strongholds. That seems to be the only way we can hunt large numbers of devils and obtain more

points!" Mordechai suggested in an excited voice.

"I agree. It took the three of us almost a month to get five thousand points, but now, it's taken only two

days to get three thousand points," Ella replied, sighing as she recalled their previous struggles.

"But we were lucky this time. Most of the middle spiritual emperors from the devil race were from the

Short Devil tribe. They had recently broken through and become middle spiritual emperors. If it weren't

for that, we probably would have failed," Ricky pointed out.

Peter and Claire didn't want the points.

If it weren't for Ricky, the consequences could have been bad. They could have died. Ricky took all of

the points because he really needed them.

The situation he was in forced him to become a core disciple of the Misty South Palace.

After they had finished, they regrouped and ran out of the destroyed stronghold.

When they were far away from it, Ricky asked, "Claire, Peter, why did you attack the devil race's

stronghold? You're not usually that reckless."

"It's because someone lied to us!" Peter spat. His eyes were shielded and dark as he turned around.

In a strained voice, he told Ricky why he and the others had attacked the stronghold that belonged to

the Short Devil tribe.

He had been invited by the fifth genius in the Middle Land, Xavier.

Many other famous talents had also been invited by Xavier. They were divided into six groups and told

to attack several strongholds of the devil race that were in the nearby area.

That way, the devil race couldn't organize and help each other.

However, when they launched their attack, they realized that Xavier had fooled them. His own men

didn't even launch the attack in the surroundings as they claimed they would do.

"Peter, how do you know Xavier and his men didn't attack like they said that they would?" Ricky asked,

lowering his eyebrows.

"Because they attacked the stronghold of the Black Poison Devil tribe instead, and the members from

the Black Poison Devil tribe, including their young master, appeared in the stronghold of the Short Devil

tribe. Do you think they attacked the Black Poison Devil tribe?" Peter asked.

"It's lucky that my cousin got a hold of you. Otherwise, we would have died. I think that the geniuses

who attacked the other strongholds wouldn't make it back."

"So Xavier was trying to harm you?" Ricky asked in a cold voice.

He looked angry but he was also confused. Xavier was a genius that was recognized by the Misty

South Palace. He didn't seem like an evil person.

When Claire saw Ricky's hesitation, she said, "The Misty South Palace has investigated a lot of

geniuses, but no one knows what they are thinking."

Ricky nodded slightly.

She was right. The most powerful creature in the world couldn't see into others' minds.

"But why would Xavier do this? Was he holding a grudge against you and the other geniuses?" Ricky Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

asked, still unwilling to believe it.

"No, I don't think so. Afterwards, I realized that Xavier was trying to take the Black Poison Pond from

the Black Poison Devil tribe," Claire answered. "Xavier was using us as bait for the Black Poison Devil

tribe."

"This still doesn't make sense. What is the Black Poison Pond?" Ricky asked, frowning and tilting his

head to the side.

"Well, the Black Poison Devil tribe is a strong bloodline. Out of all the devil tribes, it is considered to be

one of the top bloodlines next to the top eight bloodlines of the devil race," Claire explained.

"The Black Poison Devil tribe is new. They just managed to make a name for themselves during this

era. In the beginning, they were ordinary devils who cultivated the most ordinary evil spirit.

By chance, a powerful man from the Black Poison Devil tribe found the Black Poison Pond. The Black

Poison Pond comes from heaven and earth.

It is filled with poisonous water that is called the Black Poison of Heaven and Earth. It's some of the

most potent stuff in existence.

If someone uses the water in the Black Poison Pond to cultivate, they can create powerful poison gas

or even produce their own Black Poison of Heaven and Earth.

The only reason the Black Poison Devil tribe isn't ordinary anymore is because of the Black Poison

Pond. One can only imagine how powerful the water in the Black Poison Pond is."

"So, Xavier's goal is to cultivate the poison gas?" Ricky asked.

"No, he doesn't want to cultivate it. He has the blood power of poison gas, so he craves to collect the

water from the Black Poison Pond," Claire answered.

"Xavier is cultivating the poison gas, so the rest of what you told me must be correct. His real target is

the water in the Black Poison Pond. Now that he has tricked you and you guys attacked the other

strongholds, they would turn to the Black Poison Devil tribe for help," Ricky said.

"That would leave the stronghold of the Black Poison Devil tribe empty. Xavier and his men could just

walk inside to attack the Black Poison Devil tribe's stronghold!"

"I'm going to kill him!" Peter shouted, clenching his fists.

Of course he was enraged. Xavier had set him up and he had nearly died.

"It's a good thing that we accidentally entered the cultivation place of the old chief of the Short Devil

tribe. When we were in there, we threatened the devils, telling them that we would kill their old chief. If

we hadn't done that, we wouldn't have been able to hold on until you arrived," Claire said.

"It's all over now. We are all safe and sound. Now we know that we can't trust anyone blindly, not even

the geniuses with outstanding reputations. They are usually the ones who do the deceiving because

they have the resources and power to do so," Ricky replied.

"Ricky, speaking of the Short Devil tribe, I have something for you. It's to say thank you for saving our

lives," Claire suddenly said. She turned her hand over and opened her palm, revealing a black jade

token.

"What's this?" Ricky asked.

"The weapon casting heritage of the Short Devil tribe!" Claire answered.

Ricky said in surprise, "So what the chief of the Short Devil tribe told us was true. You took their

inheritance and that was why they were too afraid to hurt you!"

"Of course. Otherwise, we couldn't have threatened the devils using just the life of the old chief," Claire

said, smiling.

"The devil race has the Short Devil tribe, and we have the Short Human tribe. Those tribes are the

most powerful weapon casting ones in the world. No one else can compare to them," Ricky explained,

eying the gift in front of him.

"The heaven and earth did not grace the two tribes with any talent for cultivation or fighting. They are

all disabled to some degree. In return, they are given a knack for weapon casting. Those two tribes are

the best at weapon casting in the world." Claire nodded.

Mordechai and the others looked at her for a moment before they nodded too.