Chapter 129 Fighting Against Andrew

The tension in the air was so thick that one could cut through it with a knife. "The intermediate Mortal Level"—these words were like a magic spell, causing the disciples’ ears to tingle and the hairs on their forearms to stand up. Only a moment ago, they had sneered at Ricky. They came to venerate Andrew as a symbolic figure, someone who shared their jealousy of Ricky and utterly denied his competence. However, rocks emerged when water subsided. The saber that Ricky had cast served...