"It’s so cold!"
Startled, he wrapped his arms around himself instinctively, shivering as he muttered, "What kind of ghostly weather is this? It’s colder than my Boulevard Mountains!"
The Caldwell Family had lived on Boulevard Mountains for years, used to the harsh cold climate.
Yet this sudden chill still covered him in goosebumps.
"Quick, get so clothes for the Young Master!" A Caldwell servant hurriedly turned back, scolding the people behind him.
"Understood!"
A martial artist, who originally belonged to the Young Family but had defected to the Caldwell Family, imdiately walked towards the door.
But as he took the first step!
He suddenly froze in place.
"How dare you slack off in matters concerning the Young Master!" The Caldwell attendant was sowhat displeased.
Ever since they learned that Detrius Caldwell’s father hadn’t died and intended to return to Boulevard Mountain to reclaim the Family Head’s position, the Caldwell Family imdiately began calling him the Young Master.
It was said that Detrius Caldwell’s father hadn’t died three hundred years ago but was instead training in the ancient tomb of the Azure Emperor.
Now, having broken out, he was invincible!
And the fate of rrill Caldwell could only be reduced to that of a maid.
"An unobservant traitor is dispensable." With the increasing coldness on his body, Detrius found it tily that many from the Young Family had defected to him, just the right opportunity to make an example of this ineffective worker.
"Understood!"
The Caldwell servant understood at once and promptly went behind the motionless martial artist, giving him a gentle push.
Crack!
His fingers actually shattered like ice.
"Ah..."
Briefly dumbfounded, the Caldwell servant bent over in agony, staring wide-eyed at his hand now missing a finger!
Why did this happen!
As soon as he touched the stationary martial artist at the door, he felt an icy cold chill.
The sensation seed to pierce through to his very bones!
The man looked down!
To his horror, the ground beneath him was already covered in frost!
"I... Young Master, save ..."
The Caldwell servant’s desperate cry was abrupt and then silent, as he too transford into an ice sculpture like the martial artist before him.
His entire body encased in ice, unable to move.
"What’s going on!"
Detrius shivered, feeling the frigid air already choking his lungs!
Swoosh!
The door burst open!
A blizzard, unseasonably in the midst of sumr, swept into the room!
Instinctively, the Caldwell Family shielded their eyes with their hands.
But when they opened them again, they found a person standing inside the room.
A very unfamiliar person.
"Mr. Wood..." Gabriel Young, pale-faced on the bed, couldn’t help but call out as she saw Elaenor Wood.
Facing the aggressive Caldwell Family, she had no ans.
The arrival of Elaenor Wood made her finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"Who are you!"
Detrius spoke through chattering teeth!
Cold!
So cold!
Colder than Boulevard Mountains!
What on earth is this ghostly weather!
But he failed to notice that the two ice sculptures at the doorway had already shattered.
"Are you talking to ?" Elaenor Wood pointed to himself with a fan as he wore a windbreaker, "But I think you are in no position to ask that."
"You..." Detrius grinned in rage, "Fine! Let introduce myself to you, Boulevard’s Caldwell Family, Detrius Caldwell! My grandfather, Cyril Caldwell, the current head of Caldwell Family, immortal!"
ntioning this, a trace of pride flashed across Detrius’s face.
Immortal!
Immortal ans invincible.
After breaking free from the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb, Cyril Caldwell headed straight for the Caldwell Family on Boulevard.
Probably within a few more days, the position of the Caldwell Family’s head would fall to Cyril Caldwell.
However...
Detrius felt he needed to eliminate rrill Caldwell and his own brother, Isaiah Caldwell, to inherit the Caldwell Family.
On Boulevard, only direct male descendants of the Caldwell Family were honored with nurical titles.
Originally, the head position should have belonged to Cyril Caldwell, but after his mishap, the power was lost.
At three years old, Detrius Caldwell couldn’t compete with the Caldwell Family mbers.
Yet the treatnt he received never fell short compared to rrill Caldwell’s father.
However, due to his failure to learn and his lack of any skills, Detrius was gradually distanced from the Caldwell Family’s core!
Now that Cyril Caldwell is about to rise, Detrius intended to unleash years of pent-up resentnt!
He had never dared to claim himself as the Young Master of the Caldwell Family before.
Now, he could proclaim it openly!
Detrius stared intently at Elaenor Wood, hoping to see shock or fear on the man’s face!
But he was disappointed.
"I’ve never heard of him." Elaenor Wood shook his head.
Going by the na Boulevard, it’s hailed as a treasure of the world, with countless sects and families.
Although he had been asleep in the glacier for centuries, he was frozen!
How could he possibly know?
"You..." Detrius sneered, nodding, "Fine! I will make you aware now!"
"Attack!"
He took a step back, clearing the space.
Upon his command, a Caldwell martial artist lunged swiftly!
His palm revealed a dagger glinting with cold light!
The speed was too swift!
No one could react in ti!
In the blink of an eye!
The dagger was already thrust toward Elaenor Wood’s chest!
Crack!
But suddenly!
Elaenor Wood extended two fingers!
Gripping the dagger firmly!
Frost rapidly spread over the martial artist’s body along the dagger!
"Just this?" Elaenor Wood chuckled, thrusting his right hand forward!
Crack!
Shards of ice scattered across the ground!
The martial artist vanished.
Shattered beyond recognition.
"Hiss..."
Detrius drew in a cold breath.
"Young Master, let handle this!"
At this mont, an undead with a pale face and colorless pupils stepped forward from behind Detrius.
Before leaving, Cyril Caldwell left two undead with him and sent them to the Young Family to retrieve a certain treasure.
This matter involved Pendleton.
With the treasure nearly in hand, Elaenor Wood appeared unexpectedly.
The self-proclaid immortal undead naturally stepped forward.
"Another ugly monster," Elaenor Wood frowned slightly.
He hadn’t expected more undead had infiltrated the city.
"What did you say?" The undead seed as if he didn’t hear it clearly.
"I said, another ugly monster!" Elaenor Wood spread his hands, his face tinged with pallor.
The forced stimulation of the cold energy inside him had started to backfire sowhat.
However, to kill these undead, the extre coldness was necessary!
Otherwise, they would regenerate.
"You’ve got so tricks." The undead didn’t realize he was about to be killed.
Those who believed themselves to be immortal were always reckless.
Boom!
An ice flower directly struck his forehead!
The smile on the undead’s face froze.
His body gradually encased in ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Boom!
Elaenor Wood hurled his paper fan, and the undead dissipated into nothingness.
Cold!
The room temperature plumted to its lowest point!
Elaenor Wood took a deep breath, frowning slightly.
Inside, it ached greatly!
The ice had already invaded his internal organs.
He resisted the urge to spit out the blood in his mouth.
Detrius was dumbfounded.
He hadn’t expected his opponent to be this powerful!
"Don’t push yourself too hard."
Just then, another undead stepped forward, speaking coldly, "You’re at your wit’s end."
"Emperor Charlotte Grey?"
Gabriel Young on the bed exclaid!
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