No 1 Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 1562

Western Border, Mount Littleroot.

A man who looked to be in his 40s walked toward the base of the mountain.

The person was dressed in fashionable, modern clothing.

He also carried a long sword on his back.

The presence of the long sword was jarring and stood out over his entire outfit.

“Who’s there?”

As soon as Tobias showed up, he was stopped by the Blithes’ guards.

The guards immediately pointed their guns at the approaching Tobias.

“This place is Mount Litttleroot. Outsiders are not allowed, so leave quickly. Otherwise…”

Tobias looked at the Blithes’ guards and his lips raised into a faint smile.

He lost to the Blithes’ paragon in the past.

For 20 long years, he had been brooding over the defeat.

He had always been afraid of the Blithe Fist of Abomination. Back when James was captured, he did not dare to oppose them directly and only sent Maxine to check on the situation.

This has changed now. He was no longer afraid of the Blithes.

He walked toward the guards casually.

Looking at the men before him, a sinister smile crept on his face, and he unsheathed the long sword he carried on his back.

He drew the long sword out of its scabbard in one fluid motion.

Before the guards could process what had happened, Tobias had already dashed halfway up the mountain. They did not even see him draw his sword.

All of a sudden, the guards at the mountain-foot collapsed into a pool of blood on the ground.

He sheathed the long sword back in its scabbard.

Then, he ascended the mountain step by step.

Meanwhile, a funeral was being held at the top of the mountain.

Tobias’ sudden appearance caught the attention of the Blithes’ martial artists.

Donovan, dressed in black clothing, walked out, and his face immediately hardened upon seeing Tobias. He immediately shouted, “How dare you trespass into the Blithes' territory? You must have a death wish!”

Then, he immediately felt intense energy sweep toward him.

“Y-You’re Tobias?”

Donovan was shocked.

He could not believe the man before him, that looked about the same age as himself, was really Tobias Caden.

“Yeah, it’s me. Is Winston in Mount Littleroot?” Tobias asked calmly.

Donovan took a deep breath.

He had no doubts that the person before him was Tobias.

Donovan had heard of the events in Malgudi half a month ago.

Although he was not present, everything that transpired spread throughout the martial world.

He knew Tobias had snatched Bennett’s Spirit Turtle core and absorbed James’ True Energy. On top of that, he also absorbed the energy of other strong martial artists.

Right now, he had guessed that Tobias had already refined the True Energy he absorbed from his victims.

Donovan pointed at the coffin in the main hall and replied sorrowfully, “O-Our Grand Patriarch has passed on.”

“What?” Tobias narrowed his eyes.