If the one who died was an ordinary person.
Was soone from the Caldwell Family.
There wouldn’t be much of a problem.
But the ones who died...
"Hmm?" Han Caldwell initially thought there had been a dispute on both sides, resulting in bodies all over the ground, definitely with casualties on each side.
But upon closer inspection!
Why were all the dead people from the sects he had invited?
Not a single one from Ocean Academy!
It wasn’t just him.
Brant Fairbanks also noticed this point.
"What’s going on!" Prescott Leopold noticed a bit later due to his anger.
In an instant!
A thought sprung up in his mind!
"Ocean Academy! Well! Well done!" Prescott’s eyes were fixed on Tennyson Hawthorne, and on his usually calm face appeared an unprecedented killing intent.
The ones dead were the elites of Mount Shu!
It was a slap to Prescott’s face!
To cause such a situation, there was only one possibility!
It must be that old guy from Ocean Academy who ruthlessly struck down the Young Masters with the Shadow Warrior!
If it was rely a dispute among the younger disciples, how could Ocean Academy not have a single wounded?
Moreover, upon entering, Prescott had personally witnessed the only old guy from Ocean Academy sever Emtt Ridge’s arm with one sword strike!
If it were a struggle among peers, it would have been fine.
Skills inferior to others, nothing to say!
Even if saving face, it would still be embarrassing!
But the other party disregards martial ethics!
A renowned martial artist over a hundred years old attacking the young!
It’s too much bullying!
Seeing the blood-stained knife in Tennyson Hawthorne’s hand ignited a raging fire in Prescott’s heart.
In the martial arts world, there are unspoken rules.
Unless it is an ergency, renowned old martial artists may not involve themselves in the disputes among young martial artists, nor are they allowed to harm the Young Masters!
The martial arts world needs a constant stream of fresh blood.
And the Young Masters are the future backbone of a sect!
In fifty years!
In a hundred years!
That is when the Young Masters will truly shine.
But Ocean Academy, with one move, exterminated ten Young Masters!
There aren’t many Young Masters in the world.
Go to the ordinary world, and a Young Master could establish their own sect, being worshipped by several billionaires.
Even in the martial arts world, Young Masters are still the pride of the heavens!
If not for the Boulevard assembly, the Caldwell Family would not have been able to gather so many top Grandmasters and Young Masters in such a short ti.
But before the assembly even started, ten Young Masters had already been killed!
And Prescott’s proud disciple had an arm severed!
"Godfrey!"
"Master, I am here!" A young martial artist stepped out from behind Prescott.
"Imdiately pick up that severed arm and take your senior brother for treatnt!" Prescott ordered in a deep voice.
"Yes!" Godfrey quickly picked up Emtt Ridge’s severed arm and carried his senior brother on his back, along with two junior brothers.
"You! Imdiately take the Mount Shu disciples to my Caldwell Family’s dical facility! Rember, if they can’t reattach his arm, have all those doctors buried with him!" Han Caldwell instructed a servant, trying his best to salvage the relationship between himself and Mount Shu.
There was no other way.
Take it one step at a ti.
"Mr. Caldwell!" After Emtt Ridge and others left, Prescott sneered and said, "Please do not interfere in the matters to follow!"
Instantly!
As soon as he finished speaking!
Prescott vanished from where he stood!
"Watch out!" Seeing this scene, Brant Fairbanks squinted his eyes and shouted!
No need for his warning, Tennyson Hawthorne also sensed the danger!
Being able to hold the position of Vice Dean at Ocean Academy, Tennyson Hawthorne was not weak!
In less than a second, he quickly drew his sword!
And slashed into the air in front of him!
Clang!
Sparks flew everywhere!
Prescott appeared in front of Tennyson Hawthorne!
Holding a pitch-black longsword in his hand!
After one strike, Tennyson Hawthorne retreated three steps, his face showing so pain.
"An arrogant old man dares to kill my Mount Shu disciples! Today, I’ll let you taste death!" Prescott raised his sword!
And slashed forward!
This slash wasn’t fast, in fact, it was very slow!
But its might was like the weight of Mount Tai!
Martial artists rely cultivate strength and speed.
Over long-term cultivation, more and more people abandon cultivating strength.
After all, as long as the speed is fast enough to strike the opponent’s neck with one slash, the martial artist’s own might will suffice.
No matter how great the strength, it cannot surpass speed!
That’s why.
Martial artists everywhere are committed to enhancing their speed and agility!
As the old saying goes.
The world’s martial arts, only speed cannot be surpassed!
Powerful martial artists can even dodge shurikens!
This is why martial artists disdain firearms and favor cold weapons!
This slash by Prescott, seeming ordinary, actually contained imnse power!
Martial artists displayed panic!
Even Tennyson Hawthorne felt a pressure overwhelming him, making it hard to breathe!
"Dodge!"
Brant Fairbanks wanted to advance, but Han Caldwell intentionally or unintentionally blocked him.
He didn’t force his way forward.
Mount Shu had lost several elite disciples, even Prescott’s most prized disciple Emtt Ridge had his arm severed!
Shouldn’t they be allowed to vent their anger?
Due to this realization, Brant Fairbanks held himself back!
Unless absolutely necessary, he would not make a move.
Sigh!
Looking at the bodies everywhere, Brant Fairbanks couldn’t help but frown.
This was too reckless!
Such large-scale deaths and injuries would definitely provoke retaliation between sects.
Tennyson Hawthorne had been his companion for many years, why was he acting so insensibly?
But over there—
Clang!
Tennyson Hawthorne, using all his might, struck out a sword!
Three n from the academy bore an innate arrogance!
An innate arrogance!
They looked down on the outside martial artists and naturally wouldn’t run!
The two swords were tightly pressed together.
Prescott had a calm face as he gradually pressed down the sword!
While Tennyson Hawthorne had a constipated expression, clearly struggling!
It wasn’t that he was weak, but that Prescott was too strong!
As the true mastermind of Mount Shu, Prescott was a mountain-and-audience-like existence in the martial arts world!
Finally!
Tennyson Hawthorne couldn’t withstand the pressure!
He abruptly withdrew his sword!
In the face of the threat of death, human selfish nature is laid bare!
Tennyson Hawthorne did a backflip and landed inside Gray Wolf Pavilion.
Without the barrier, the disciples of Ocean Academy had no resistance against Prescott’s power-charged sword.
Boom!
The three disciples in the front instantly exploded into a mist of blood!
Then the fourth, fifth...
These people were crushed by the force!
Dying in extre pain!
"Enough!"
Brant Fairbanks pushed aside Han Caldwell, landing in front of the disciples, and slamd his palm down!
Buzz!
A force of imnse power erupted!
He actually managed to shake Prescott’s sword loose!
"Mr. Prescott, do you want an irreconcilable fight with Ocean Academy?" Brant Fairbanks, who rarely showed a fierce side, now lacked his usual smile.
"If so, what of it?" Prescott raised his sword again!
Mount Shu had already been shad by the Emperor’s Vein forcing their Sect Leader to death!
If they continued to be oppressed on Mount Kunlun, how would they even be able to show their faces in the martial arts world?
"Then..."
"Gentlen!" Han Caldwell interrupted Brant Fairbanks, rushing between the two, "Can’t we first figure out the cause and effect? If you want to fight, I won’t stop you! But at least, we should find out the reason!"
With these words.
The courtyard fell into silence.
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