The Exalted Warrior novel Chapter 1791

“The seven of them wish to stop us? Aren’t they too naïve?”

The middle-aged woman who was a fifth-grade ultimate god-level fighter gave a cold smile when she saw that only seven people were left behind. In a flash, she rushed toward Fane. “Looks like your cultivation level is pretty high, brat. Let me test you out a bit today!”

“Charge!”

Fane waved his hand and rushed forward without an ounce of fear toward the middle-aged woman.

“You dare to counter me yourself?”

The middle-aged woman’s eyes were filled with appraisal when she saw that Fane had such a good fighting spirit. From her perspective, Fane was a third-grade ultimate god-level fighter at most. It was so easy that he did not pose any worries for her.

“No, wait. His speed—it’s so fast!”

However, the next second, Fane was already right before her. His speed shocked the woman so much that her face immediately darkened.

When she saw that the Chi on Fane’s fist rippled in thick gold color, the middle-aged woman was slightly taken aback. “You’re actually a fourth-grade ultimate god-level fighter? How can this be? Unless you’re from the Nine Armies?”

The middle-aged woman heaved an internal sigh of relief after she discerned Fane’s cultivation level. Although the brat’s speed was extremely fast, as though she was going against a fighter who was at the eighth-grade ultimate god-level, she realized that the brat’s cultivation level did not match hers after a closer look.

Bang!

The woman looked at the other disciples from her clan. Each of them was being killed by their enemies and was falling from the sky, one by one. They were absolutely no match for their opponents.

“No way. How can they have so many people who are at the third-grade ultimate god-level? No way! It must be the Nine Armies. That damned Nine Armies—how dare they send people to help them secretly!”

The middle-aged woman did not dare to believe in this reality. In the end, she could only witness the disciples that came over with her being killed by the seven people before her.

“Please–please spare my life!”

Fane flew before the middle-aged woman. She was looking at him with a pleading expression as she lay weakly on the ground.