Roar of the Supreme Warrior

Chapter 3238

The earliest batch of living beings and humans to appear on Mount Bane all knew James.

James was the top prodigy of Earth's human race who emerged during the Apocalypse Age.

Though the living beings and humans who came later never met James, they had heard of his name.

"What a prodigy of Earth's human race. When he's up against a prodigy of a prominent race from the Demon Realm, he doesn't even have the guts to let out a fart."

"Nowadays, the human race is the lowest race in the universe. The Heavenly Path has abandoned them."

There were a lot of voices coming from all around.

Sabrathan spread his legs apart, pointed at the ground, and said, "If you want to go inside, go between my legs. Of course, you have another choice."

Changing the subject, Sabrathan said, "If you can withstand one strike from me, you may enter."

James placed his hands behind his back. His expression was calm. He gave a faint smile and said, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Sabrathan said firmly.

With his hands behind his back, James stood at the entrance to the Labhranns' Residence, and said, "In that case, strike."

"Brat, you have a death wish." Sabrathan's face darkened.

He did not hold anything back. He exerted his strength, raised his hand, and strike at James with his palm. The moment he raised his hand, he had already moved his body and appeared in front of James in an instant.

A terrifying palm strike landed on James.

Sabrathan's strength was very powerful. He had reached the Divine Rank's Third Stage. An attack with all his might was extremely frightening. The blow bent James' body right away, immediately sending him flying backward out of Mount Bane.

However, that was all. In an instant, James appeared at his original spot.

"You-?"

Sabrathan was secretly shocked.

From his understanding, James' strength was not particularly powerful. A thousand years ago, he was only around the tenth or so stage of the Sage Rank, yet how was he so powerful right now?

Injuries appeared on James' chest.

Sabrathan could already breach his physical body's defenses and injure him.

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Sabrathan knew James was troublesome, so he did not aggravate him any further. He left those words, then turned around and walked away. "You struck. Now it's my turn," James spoke softly and nonchalantly.

Upon hearing that, Sabrathan turned around and looked at him, stunned. He said, "What? Do you perhaps still want to fight me?"

James could tell from this event

today that although this was Earth, the home of the human race, humans currently had a very low status on Earth. Any race or living being could bully humans.

He did not wish to see this.

He focused his mind. A purple sword manifested in his hand.

As soon as the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword appeared, Sabrathan was immediately startled and could not help but take a few steps back, as he could sense an extremely terrifying force contained within this sword.

He could tell this was a formidable weapon.

"Brat, what are you trying to do?"

After backing away slightly, Sabrathan was enraged.

He was a prodigy of the Fallen Angel Clan. Up until this point, he had always been the one to raise a sword against others. No one had ever dared to raise their swords against him.

"Brat, this is Mount Bane's Bane City.

All the races have enacted a rule prohibiting combat here. If you want to fight, I'll fight you. However, we have to go somewhere else."

Sabrathan was not afraid of James. He simply did not want to fight in Bane City.

He intended to battle James after changing the location.

This was the city center. It was quite vibrant initially. Now, many living beings and humans had gathered around to watch in amusement.

No one was able to believe James could withstand a strike from Sabrathan. It should be noted that he was a prominent cultivator of the Divine Rank's Third Stage.

Although James was very powerful and was a spectacular prodigy, he only started cultivating after the arrival of the Apocalypse Age. He had only been cultivating for a short time.

All the humans around James believed that if he was given enough time, he would certainly emerge.