Chapter 142: Peak Third Grade Nirvana Realm

"Tempest, save me!" The burly middle-aged man in armor had been confident of victory, but upon hearing the desperate cry for help, he instinctively looked over. To his shock, he saw the proud swordsman with sharp eyebrows fleeing in terror. Blood stained his body, clearly injured, and behind him, a cold and stern young man with a sword was relentlessly pursuing him. "How is this possible?" The armored man, Tempest, was incredulous. A First-grade Nirvana Realm warrior chasing down a Third-grade...