The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Meanwhile, many people hidden in the dark heard the exchange between Anthony and the white tiger.
At their level, if they had the intention and the other party had not set up an energy barrier, they could easily hear each other's
conversation.
Anthony obviously did not take them seriously. He did not even set up an energy barrier, which made many people angry.
"Anthony is too arrogant..." The leader of a certain force looked at Anthony indifferently.
Everyone nodded, and another leader next to him said coldly, "Everyone should be here by now. Let's speed things up and rush
to the front of the warcraft to stop them. We'll be out of Guan if we go any farther."
At this time, a woman's chuckle that carried a hint of charm and flippancy was heard.
"If the white tiger royal family loses an indomitable pseudo holy being like Anthony, what do you think will happen?"
"What else? They can only send the younger ones to the ancient ruins and secret realms from now on, and the Oslo family won't
be getting so many resources," a rough and earnest voice said.
"Hehe, killing an indomitable pseudo holy being is really exciting," another strange laugh was heard.
Anthony naturally heard those comments but ignored them.
He knew that those who dared to or could say anything would be level nine of the pseudo holy tier, which would indeed put a lot
of pressure on him. However, that was all. Anthony was confident that he could handle them!
Suddenly, there was a sound of something zooming through the air as those people charged to the front of the warcraft at a very
high speed.
Anthony's eyes were still indifferent, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Is everyone here? I hope you don't let me down."
The white tiger next to him stood and looked into the night sky. Its gaze sharpened, and a fierce aura surged on its body.
All the weapons on the warcraft turned their muzzles in unison, aiming at the sky. Various energies gathered, ready to attack.

In the near distance, Philip looked up at a man who was approaching them with a faint smile in his eyes.
"Everything is ready and waiting for the kickoff. Let's go, everyone. Let's see how the indomitable pseudo holy being is going to
stop those people."
With that said, Philip headed to the warcraft.
The leaders of the seven halls followed closely behind him, while the pseudo holy beings of each hall followed behind them.
The warcraft glided forward in the quiet darkness, but within two minutes, the warcraft suddenly slowed down. At the same time,
thousands of figures emerged in front of the warcraft. 15 people were in the lead, with 12 of them at level nine of the pseudo holy
tier!
The other three were level eight of the pseudo holy tier.
As the warcraft slowed down, the person in the center looked up at Anthony on the warcraft deck.
"Indomitable pseudo holy being, Anthony Oslo!"
Anthony looked at the other party with eyes full of calm and indifference as if he did not take them seriously at all.
"You may continue what you're doing if you want to die," Anthony said coldly with a biting killing intent as his energy surged.
After Anthony said that, the eyes of some people with lower levels went slack.