Chapter 1373: Chapter 1373: Just Not Worthy
At the mont his body was supported.
Damari Tennyson felt surprise, anger, and a trace of relief in his heart.
Seeing Chris Tennysons’ attitude, this young man before him must be a long-renowned master.
Otherwise.
As the Sect Leader of Lowell Tennyson, the highly prideful Chris Tennysons would not lose face like this.
Others were equally puzzled.
Having agreed to kneel, why stop him?
Martial grandeur?
This was the thought many harbored in their hearts.
Generally speaking, the more powerful a person, the broader the mind, naturally not quibbling with re mortals.
Most likely it was so.
Damari Tennyson let out a long sigh of relief, at least his dignity was preserved.
“Thank you, senior!” Even though he was reluctant, seeing the Sect Leader’s attitude, he still bowed deeply to Julius Reed, expressing his heartfelt thanks.
“Thank for what?”
Julius Reed helped him up, sowhat bewildered: “Utterly nonsensical.”
“Thank you for not taking the issue with ,” Damari Tennyson said against his will.
“Oh.” Julius Reed nodded, frowning: “I just felt that you licking my shoes was simply beneath .”
Having said that, without waiting for Damari Tennyson to speak, he fiercely kicked out!
Right in the chest!
Spurt!
Damari Tennyson flew out over ten ters, spraying a mist of blood in the air.
Then, he heavily fell to the ground.
“I am a man of vengeance, never overnight,” Julius Reed dusted off his hands, coldly staring at Chris Tennysons: “I intended to kill you, but now I’ve changed my mind. Rember, my na is Solaris Grove, General of The North Sea. With one bow in hand, I can shoot the moon.”
Hence, his gaze sharp like a knife, turned to the people of Ghost Market!
“Now, I deprive you of your right to live!” As soon as Julius Reed’s words fell, the weapons on the belts of the people in Ghost Market trembled wildly, even emitting a wailing sound!
“Path of Weaponry…” Chris Tennysons lost his voice, a wry smile hanging on his face.
Recalling last night, he actually wanted to compete against him, even confidently claid, killing him would be effortless.
Chris Tennysons wished he could find a hole to crawl into!
Splash!
The weapons at the belts of the Ghost Market people, all drew at once, beheading them.
One head after another, like large and small beads, fell onto a jade plate.
Even splashing Chris Tennysons’ face with blood.
Weapons slaying their masters!
rging Path of Weaponry and tyranny into one.
“Bullshit martial arts.” Julius Reed waved his hand, leading Lillian Tompson leisurely towards Swimming City: “Tell Ghost Seven, call him to co and kill .”
Thud!
Nicholas Pendleton’s eyes rolled back, truly fainting.
What kind of deity is this?
While Chris Tennysons rely wiped his face, not caring about the scalding blood.
“Sect Leader, Uncle Master…” a Lowell Tennyson disciple whispered inquiringly.
Not far away, Damari Tennyson’s body twitched, emitting a weak plea for help.
He won’t die.
But most likely, he is crippled.
Forget advancing further, even maintaining his current level would be impossible.
“I am fortunate to have witnessed such an extraordinary powerhouse!” Chris Tennysons knelt on one knee, planting the Longsword in the ground.
He watched as Julius Reed’s figure gradually disappeared, his face full of self-mockery.
…
“Holy Master, who is Solaris Grove?” After leaving Rat Town, Lillian Tompson tilted her head and asked, “This is honor and reputation, gifted to him for nothing, sowhat a pity.”
Since the battle at the snow mountains four years ago, where the Holy Master perished.
The na of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, along with the Holy Master, gradually faded from mory.
Just four years.
Four years ago, the na of the Holy Master resounded like thunder.
Alliances around the world surrendered one after another.
Even more so, it was heard that when the Holy Master was passing through their own alliance, they started to welco him from eight hundred miles away.
But four years later, the news that the Holy Master was not dead gradually spread, yet everyone was full of disdain.
People are too forgetful.
Lillian Tompson really wanted to tell the world that the Holy Master was still the Holy Master.
Your uncle is still your uncle.
However, this ti coming to Swimming City, Julius Reed wanted to carry out a quiet investigation on Isabella Warm, it was inappropriate to make it public.
And because Lillian Tompson also wanted Isabella Warm to reveal her true self, she had to hold back as well.
“Solaris Grove is my good friend,” Julius Reed said with a faint smile: “I admire him; he’s like a real man.”
“Like a real man?”
Lillian Tompson didn’t understand the aning of this sentence, but she roughly understood.
Perhaps, he had more of a manly spirit.
After all, who would have thought, saying ‘like a real man’, Solaris Grove wasn’t really a man.
Not far from leaving Rat Town, on a wasteland.
Suddenly, a noisy commotion erupted.
“You two, co here!” While Lillian Tompson was looking around, four or five strong n carrying long knives shouted at them.
“Hurry up, be careful or I’ll knock your head!” Seeing that the two did not react, the strong man yelled impatiently.
At that mont, Lillian Tompson was dressed in n’s clothes.
If you didn’t look closely, you wouldn’t even notice she was dressed as a man.
“Such audacity!”
Lillian Tompson was about to grab her knife with her right hand, but was stopped by Julius Reed. “Let’s observe how things unfold.”
“Oh.” Upon receiving the instructions, Lillian Tompson slowly walked toward the crowd.
But her hand was always on the steel knife tucked in her trouser leg.
The wasteland had already gathered hundreds of people, all restless and uneasy, but no one resisted.
His companion Julius Reed kept surveying the surroundings.
Because Swimming City was under lockdown, except for high-ranking influential figures like Finch Jackson in the Ghost Market, others simply couldn’t move freely in and out.
But as the city of sin, the flow of people here was astonishing!
In just one day, the outskirts had gathered thousands of people.
Due to the explosion in Cow Town, and the annihilation of the investigation team from the City Lord’s Mansion, staying within a kiloter of the city gates was no longer permitted.
Those with nowhere to go set up camps at the periphery.
The group of strong n in front seed to be robbers, looking to rob everyone.
“Stand still! Anyone who dares to flee, I will chop his head off with my long knife!” Not far away, a hideously ugly man shouted loudly.
The man had sparse teeth, cross eyes, and only one ear left.
His nose had already collapsed, and his lips were cracked.
“Mr. Hundson, we caught two trying to run!” As soon as the man finished speaking, several strong n brought two panic-stricken people before him.
“Run? Can you run?” The ugly man known as Mr. Hundson raised his steel knife and savagely chopped down!
Phwit!
Blood splattered, and a head hit the ground.
The people present imdiately got goosebumps and turned their heads away, unable to watch.
“Rember, whoever runs, this will be the end!” Mr. Hundson licked the blood off the tip of the knife and turned to discuss matters with his companions.
“Fellow brother, where do these people co from? In Swimming City, they dare to kill and rob so openly?” Julius Reed approached a man and asked quietly.
“You don’t know, these people are from the Unbeatable Divine Hall!” The man, seeing no one was watching him, dared to mutter softly: “Exactly, Ninth Route and Seventh Route had a conflict, two out of the Bottom Three Routes have already collapsed, plus so accidents happened inside the city, leading to no managing the periphery.”
Saying this, the man stood on his tiptoes, made sure no one was watching him, and then dared to continue: “Because no one was checking, people from Unbeatable Divine Hall suddenly appeared this morning and rounded us all up! However, they said, they are looking for sothing, as long as everyone cooperates, there will be no danger to our lives.”
“Looking for what?”
Hearing that the people in front were from the Unbeatable Divine Hall, Julius Reed suddenly beca interested.
“I heard it’s a dicine cauldron?” The man shook his head: “I’m not very clear.”
But suddenly, Julius Reed’s eyes narrowed into slits!
Not far from him—
In the crowd was a man in black attire, wearing a black hood and leather gloves on his hands!
He was looking around restlessly!
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