Five o’clock in the morning.
The sky was still dark.
A helicopter hovered over the Caldwell Family, slowly descending.
After the incident with Han Caldwell’s son, the Caldwell Family had specifically reinforced their security to reassure everyone.
Seeing a helicopter suddenly intrude, the Caldwell Family’s patrol leader imdiately led people to surround it.
Han Caldwell’s son being dead made everyone in the Caldwell Family fear for their lives.
Afraid of making any mistake that could cost them their lives.
Once the helicopter door opened, a black-clad man holding a white longsword slowly stepped out.
He surveyed his surroundings indifferently.
"Who are you?!" the Caldwell Family guard shouted fiercely.
After dawn, the Martial Arts Grandmasters participating in the alliance would leave for the Dusty Platform.
They only needed to wait a few more hours to relax.
Yet at this critical mont, soone boldly flew a helicopter into the Caldwell Family.
It seed the visitor had hostile intentions.
"Where is Han Caldwell?" the man turned his head slightly, asking coldly.
He didn’t answer the guard’s question, instead voicing his own inquiry.
"I’ll ask one last ti, who are you really? What do you want with the Family Head? If you refuse to answer, I might just choose to kill you!"
The guard leader drew his longsword, watching him vigilantly.
The man frowned slightly.
Clang!
His longsword unexpectedly flew from his hand!
Slicing through the guard’s neck, it returned to its sheath.
Thud!
The guard leader fell straight to the ground.
Eyes wide open, blood pouring from his neck!
His mouth kept moving, wanting to say sothing...
But, there was no chance.
Seeing this, the Caldwell Family guards imdiately retreated, eyes filled with unspeakable fear.
"You dare kill people!"
Only one person advanced instead of retreating.
He was of the Undead Tribe.
To prevent accidents, the Caldwell Family had each patrol team accompanied by an Undead Tribe warrior.
This way, even if they couldn’t win, they would at least have a chance to alert.
The black-clad man in front was clearly no ally for having killed the Caldwell Family’s patrol leader.
If he could stop him, it would be a great achievent!
When the Undead Tribe finds the "Opening Sky Book", he might have a chance to change his physique.
"Where is Han Caldwell?"
The black-clad man frowned slightly: "Undead Tribe?"
"Haha! You recognized it! Lay down your weapon, kneel! You must know that whom you’re facing is soone unkillable..."
Swish!
Before the words were finished.
The black-clad man drew his sword.
The Undead Tribe warrior’s head flew directly, landing over a hundred ters away.
The man held his sword single-handedly, cutting straight down!
The Undead Tribe warrior’s body was torn apart.
No sign of healing at all.
"Facing this General, dare you speak such wild words. Is this how Han Caldwell teaches his subordinates?" Sutton sheathed his sword, looking at the now terrified guards: "I’ll ask one last ti, where is Han Caldwell?"
"Go inside... keep walking, the largest room is the Family Head’s residence."
Thud.
The guards imdiately knelt, dropped their weapons, and begged for rcy: "My lord, spare us!"
Sutton said nothing.
He lifted his head, stepped out with his long legs, his black boots stepping on the Caldwell Family’s stone path.
As he passed by the guards.
A cold light flashed.
Several heads rolled simultaneously.
The March wind was unsettling.
No spring of the Central Plains, no impulsive romance, nor blooming peach blossoms.
On the Boulevard Mountain, there was only ice and snow.
And a group of old bachelors.
Han Caldwell sat in the room, looking at the photo of Han Caldwell’s son, expressionless.
Hate to the extre, sadness to the extre, one becos numb.
The corpse of Han Caldwell’s son was laid before him.
Covered with a white cloth, lying on a bed made of white jade.
The energy on the Boulevard Mountain is abundant, and jade is considered the essence condensed from nature’s spiritual energy.
Here, whenever soone dies, they lay on white jade.
Of course.
The deceased’s identity must be noble and prestigious.
In those days, Elaenor Wood had no jade under her body, only an ice bed, so she rose again.
Rising wasn’t all, she even wiped out all the Supre Elders of the dicine King Valley around her.
Only one remained.
Julius Reed once jokingly said that Elaenor Wood was so poor that if she had a piece of white jade coffin board, it wouldn’t have been like this.
Staring at the cold corpse in front of him, Han Caldwell said nothing.
The Undying, having no desires or demands.
Only these few sons counted as his closest kin.
But now, his son was killed right before his eyes, and Han Caldwell could do nothing.
He hated.
Hated himself for not having the ability, not having enough skill to protect those around him.
Hated Ocean Academy even more for being vicious enough to kill his son!
"I’ll rember this debt bit by bit. In the future, we’ll slowly settle it."
Bang!
As soon as Han Caldwell finished speaking.
The door was kicked open.
"Who!" Han Caldwell drew his spiritual longsword, roaring: "No matter who you are, today I must kill you!"
Clang!
Two swords clashed in the dark bedroom.
Sparks flew.
Han Caldwell stumbled, crashing into his son’s spirit platform.
The morial photo fell.
"Sut... Sutton my lord." he exclaid in surprise.
"Han Caldwell, no wonder your subordinates dared to ask to kneel. And now, you even dare to kill ?" Sutton held his sword single-handedly, asking coldly.
"I... Han Caldwell, greets you, my lord!"
Han Caldwell knelt on one knee, his longsword stabbed into the ground. "I thought you’d co later, my lord."
According to the expected ti, Sutton should arrive around nine o’clock.
He was over three hours early compared to the planned ti.
"What? Soone died at ho?" Sutton glanced at the corpse on the floor and the black-and-white photo, asking indifferently.
This major figure of the Undead Tribe, always wearing white gloves that matched the snow-white scabbard on his waist.
His black attire was complented by a white shirt underneath.
Like the attire of an aristocrat from the old British Empire.
"My fourth son... is dead." Han Caldwell spoke in a low voice, not daring to stand without Sutton’s permission.
He wasn’t yet strong enough to oppose Sutton.
But Han Caldwell believed that one day, he would surpass the Emperor and beco the new leader of the Undead Tribe.
"Who did it?" Sutton didn’t care.
Typically, these monsters who lived for thousands of years had no family left.
Solitary.
Unable to experience such warmth.
"Ocean Academy." Han Caldwell raised his head, eyes full of hatred.
"I know a Paladin from the Funeral Alliance; need help? Funeral fees can be discounted." Before Sutton finished speaking, Han Caldwell’s eyes widened.
"My lord, you know the Funeral Alliance?"
Unbelievable!
"Of course, I know one of the Paladins of the Funeral Alliance, but not too well. Do you need their services?" Sutton lifted the white cloth with his sword, covering Han Caldwell’s son’s face.
"My lord, yesterday morning, Funeral Alliance folks ca to make trouble! Logically, we the Undead Tribe have smashed the Funeral Alliance’s rice bowl, how could you be friends with him?" Han Caldwell asked in confusion.
He had this arm cut off by the Undead Tribe.
"That’s the case. But we are about to go to war with Demarco Mount, do you know how many people will die? The biggest beneficiary here would be the Funeral Alliance."
After Sutton spoke, he raised an eyebrow: "Funeral Alliance ca to make trouble?"
"Yes!" Han Caldwell’s eyes were filled with anger.
"Wait here for a mont." Sutton took out his phone, flipped to a number, and dialed it.
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