Chapter 1328 The Shura Caskets

Ricky looked murderous. He deactivated the effect of the young realm of the Transforming Omnipotent Skill, and revealed his true face. "So you are Steve Feng from the Phoenix tribe! I'm Ricky Nan. You will be the first of the Phoenix tribe to die at my hands," he said, his voice emotionless, his hair fluttering in the wind.

He would kill every single soul of the Phoenix tribe he crossed paths with.

"What? You are Ricky Nan?!" Steve exclaimed, surprised.

Ricky had gotten his hands on Paul's inheritance in the ancient battlefield of the outer region. There was no one in the Middle Land who hadn't heard of him.

Although a mysterious, powerful warrior had taken him away, other forces had continued to chase and hunt him down.

A few talented powerful warriors from the Phoenix tribe knew Ricky because their noble daughter had feelings for him.

Lanny hadn't told anyone that he had attempted to murder Ricky.

Once news of Ricky acquiring Paul's inheritance spread, Lanny would know that Ricky was still alive.

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voice trailed off and left a cacophony of battle cries ringing out in his head.

In that moment, he felt like his head was overcome by the shura power.

'That is so horrible!' Ricky thought, gasping.

But he wasted no time in gathering his devouring power and cast it over the remaining shura power in his head. He let himself feel the relief only when all of the shura power was eliminated.

It had probably only been slight, this invisible force, but he knew it would be better to eliminate it rather than leave it be.

This proved how powerful the voice's owner was.

"Well, your devouring power has reached the highest limit at your current level," the voice said again. This time, it didn't put any power in Ricky's head. The owner had recognized his strength.

And then, a blood-colored figure materialized before Ricky.

Ricky squinted at it, trying to make out its features, only to find that it didn't have a face. It looked like a ghost.

"I am the Shura Casket," the blood-colored figure introduced itself.