Chapter 1339 The Hypocritical Saints

The southern desolation area was the outermost area of the outer region. It was a desolate place, filled
with more yellow sand than people, and its overly hot climate was unbearable. The rain came few and
far between as if it was summer all year round.

An isolated peak surrounded by strange stones stood tall, and the entire area radiated an abundance
of primitive auras.

No force dared to establish their headquarters there.

That was because there was a vast passage in this place that connected it to the Devil Land. Although
all forces hated the devil race and all of them would fight if they had to, no one on the continent wanted
to be the first in line when the devil race attacked.

From afar, the horizon was an endless yellow line, extending as far as the eye could see. Besides that,
there was nothing else.

But when Ricky walked further into the area, he found a yellow ancient city in between the southern
desolation area and the invisible space.

At such a close distance, the ancient city seemed so high that it was soaring into the sky. Its length
could not be measured, as it looked seemingly endless like a giant chaotic dragon crossing the whole
southern desolation area. In other words, the ancient city was like a boundless world.

Countless cracks and traces of battles peppered the ancient city's walls. An experienced and sensitive
warrior could probably sense the ghosts of those previous battles on their Soul Seas. They were battles
of life and death that were fought to the end.

Powerful arrays were imprinted around the city, protecting it from harm in every direction.

The ancient city, in its opulence and majesty, deserved to be the center of the Middle Land.



On the gates of the ancient city, four words were engraved.

"The Third Sheol City."

These words left no doubt in Ricky's mind. This was the Third Sheol City! It was a large passage
between the continent and the devil race, which meant that the city would be the first barrier to guard
against the devil race.

Normally, besides the elites of the major forces who guarded the city and the warriors who came to
cultivate, almost no warriors strayed to the southern desolation area. However, this time was different.
Since the Misty South Palace's selection would be held here, the entire area was lively with curious
audiences and excited participants.

Saints were also in attendance. They appeared one by one, leading their disciples who would be
participating in the selection. Basically, all the Sage Level forces had their own stations in the city.

The forces that didn't have any stations were still welcome to join. They only needed to go to other
forces, who had their own stations, and they could propose a partnership between them.

And then, when those warriors came, the stations they belonged to would pick them up.

An endless stream of chariots galloped in and out of the city, welcoming the talents from their forces
who participated in the selection. In front of the city wall, figures with killing intent loomed like gargoyles
of old. With years of fighting with the devil race, they had become elite warriors. Their killing intent was
the most ferocious.

Of course, Ricky was one of the people that had gathered here. He had returned his appearance to its
original form. As for the Evil Mandragora, even though she could hide her evil spirit well, there were too
many saints in the city who could see through her disguise. As a result, she couldn't go to the Third
Sheol City openly, so she had gone back to the Divine Manor that was inside Ricky's body.



Ricky had to revert to his original appearance. Anyone who looked weak, such as a child or an old
man, wouldn't fit in here, and he would attract more attention if he did that. After all, the people who
came here were all powerful and smart.

The only old men in the city were the monsters that guarded the place.

Moreover, a special array had been placed at the city entrance. It was an ancient array of heaven and
earth, which ensured that all creatures who walked through the array had to show their true bodies.

Of course, the main purpose of this array was to prevent the devil race left on the continent from
entering inside. They couldn't come in under a disguise.

As soon as Ricky set foot in the city, all eyes gravitated towards him. They were all curious about him
because they knew that this young man had Paul's inheritance.

"That's Ricky!"

At first, people only looked at him as if to recall who he was. Then, they started calling out his name.

"This is bad for you, you know? If you don't succeed in becoming the Misty South Palace's core
disciple, it will be difficult for you to get away from this place. Everyone will be after you because of
Paul's inheritance!" said the Dragon Intent Grass.

"Don't worry. They won't dare to do anything to me here. The worst they could do is humiliate me,"

Ricky said in reassurance.

"Don't let your guard down against these saints. Indeed, they can't kill you, but they can do worse
things to you, such as shattering your meridians with an invisible power. They can do that any time they
want," the Dragon Intent Grass sternly reminded him.



"I already thought about that. They may have their tricks, but I have my own countermeasures,"

Ricky confidently replied.

"Ricky, I didn't expect that you are still alive. It looks like the man who kidnapped you didn't kill you!"

a spiritual emperor said. He looked astonished to see Ricky as if he had seen a ghost.

The saints in the surroundings kept quiet, as it was not appropriate for a saint to speak first.

"The man who kidnapped me just wanted to take Paul's inheritance. He doesn't care whether I'm alive
or not after the fact. After all, I am just a spiritual emperor," answered Ricky. "I'm sorry but I already
gave him the inheritance. I have nothing to give to you."

"Oh, is that true? That man took the inheritance from you?"

At this point, a saint couldn't help but join the conversation. The man was suspicious, though.

"Yes, sir. I swear, I'm not lying. The inheritance isn't with me anymore."

Ricky wondered if the saint would believe him. If the saint did, that would be a thorn of his side.

"In that case, can you tell us what he looks like?" another saint asked.

"If you tell us, we might be able to help you get it back."

"Yes, yes! Paul's inheritance shouldn't have been taken from you. It should belong to the destined one
alone."

'Humph! The audacity of these guys, pretending to be good people. Shame on you!' Ricky sneered in
his heart.



"Ha-ha, you must be kidding, sir. You know that a powerful saint can easily conceal his face from me,"
he then replied. He looked at the saints, chuckling a little.

The saints in front of him had indeed contributed a lot to the continent when they fought against the
devil race, but Ricky would lose all his respect for them after they had tried to steal Paul's inheritance,
which rightfully belonged to him.

Of course, Ricky couldn't generalize and judge all the saints. Not all of them wanted to attack Ricky and
snatch his inheritance, for there were also many warriors of justice within their ranks.

"By the way, don't you remember the content of the heritage?"

At this time, a saint finally came to the point.

"You should know how powerful the inheritance of a spiritual potentate is. I'm just a spiritual emperor,
so no matter how good my memory is, I can't possibly comprehend all that in such a short period,"
answered Ricky. "What a pity!"

Many of the saints sighed in disappointment. It seemed that they believed him. "Oh, man! Well, let's
just hope that the one who snatched the inheritance can fight against the devil race in the future!"

Finally, these saints seemed to give up the idea of getting the inheritance from Ricky.

They had no choice, of course, for they had to show incomparable justice in the Third Sheol City. After
all, the city was the symbol of fighting against the devil race, and it symbolized the unity of all creatures
on the continent.

However, at that very moment, Ricky suddenly felt a strong force rush into his body.

It was so powerful that he could not even move to resist it!



Hiss! The invincible force had torn apart the energy meridians in Ricky's body.

Just as he had expected, some saints had undoubtedly taken action in secret.

"Boy, are you okay?" the Dragon Intent Grass asked, sounding both angry and anxious. "These
hypocrites!"

"Dragon Intent Grass, someone just wrecked my energy meridians. I've never experienced this kind of
pain!" Ricky cried in his mind. "But don't worry. I have a way to deal with this."

As he spoke, Ricky turned his attention back to the saints in front of him. He maintained a blank
expression and endured all the pain, acting as if nothing had happened.

Tearing apart his energy meridians was equivalent to crippling him! It felt like half his strength was
gone. In his heart, Ricky swore that he would never forget this suffering and would take revenge
someday!


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