Chapter 1812: Chapter 1812: Reunion
The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost lifted his head and withdrew his arm from the grandmaster’s body, placing the other hand gently against the other’s face with a soft push.
Thud!
The grandmaster from Boulevard fell straight to the ground.
His body convulsing uncontrollably.
“Who are you!”
Staring at the shirtless man in front of him, his body covered with red inscriptions, Pratik Will felt fear for the first ti.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t encountered strong people before.
In fact, he was a strong person himself.
At the Boulevard Alliance, there were even more powerful figures.
Like Phinnaeus Moore, a director of the Global Martial Arts Association, the Sword Grandmaster Franco Tennyson, and that youth from the West Tower, none of them were not formidable.
Although strong people were frightening, the man in front of him carried a bloodthirsty aura!
This touched sothing deep within their hearts, breeding fear and unease.
“Who am I?” The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost shook his head.
He was furious!
He had road arrogantly his entire life, yet in the end, he was sched against by petty people and trapped in the Ten Palace Yama Formation!
In one night, the formation had injured him all over, but he still couldn’t find a way to escape.
But the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost was not resigned!
He had not yet taken his revenge!
“Elder, your slippers seem to have…” Pratik Will said halfway before his eyes filled with terror!
He raised his hand, trembling, pointing at Pratik Will: “You… you… you, you are the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost!”
In the end, he was speechless.
The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost!
The cannibal demon!
Though he had long heard of the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost’s story, no one ever expected Mr. Ghost to be this strong!
“You talk too much nonsense.”
The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost suddenly shot out!
The inscriptions on his body seed to ignite with flas!
Bang!
He punched forward, and flas shot along his arm, reducing two grandmasters to ashes!
Retreat!
This was the only thought left in Pratik Will’s mind!
But there was no retreat!
There was already a wall behind them!
“You all, go at him!”
Pratik Will hardened his heart and pushed two Great Grandmaster friends forward!
And he himself, taking advantage of this mont, leaped up and dashed toward the temple door!
“Pratik Will, may you die a terrible death!”
“Drag him to the grave with us!”
The two Great Grandmasters were also unwilling!
But before they could make any move, the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost appeared before them!
His hands slamd down forcefully!
Crack!
The renowned Great Grandmasters, their heads burst open like waterlons, instantly becoming two corpses.
If they had known it would be like this, they definitely wouldn’t have ventured out.
They could have lived in luxury, worshipped by thousands, but ended up with a corpse incomplete.
Probably no one could have foreseen.
Pratik Will, with just one leap, reached the door!
Seeing the wasteland outside, he was elated to the extre!
But in the next mont.
Despair surfaced on his face.
His legs suddenly wouldn’t obey him.
“What’s happening!”
Pratik Will turned around in terror.
What he saw was the smiling face of the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost.
“Elder, spare my life!”
Pratik Will wanted to kneel but couldn’t!
His legs, his body, were completely out of his control.
To be a dignified Great Grandmaster, yet controlled by soone, was a terrifying thing!
“Elder?” The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost was slightly taken aback and smiled sinisterly: “You know ?”
“Of course! You are the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost, elder. I grew up listening to stories about you,” Pratik Will seed to grasp a lifeline, continuously flattering and fawning.
“My story?” The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost seized Pratik Will’s hair, cursing in anger: “I just erged from the mountain and was suppressed! Are you mocking !”
Before finishing his words!
He slamd his palm down!
Blood splattered on the doorfra.
Pratik Will perhaps never thought, even in death, that flattery could indeed backfire disastrously.
And outside.
The martial artists from Boulevard who ca were still constantly looking around.
“Why hasn’t anyone co out yet? Could it be there’s so mystery in an empty palace?”
“One can’t be sure, the Black Pine League swore earnestly that there might be an ambush?”
After waiting a while without seeing anyone co out, this group of martial artists quietly began to whisper.
“I say, you bunch of muscle-brained fools, can you stop guessing blindly!”
A martial artist snorted coldly, pointing disdainfully behind: “See there! That’s the king of the Black Pine League! Even the king of the Black Pine League is chatting and laughing with our commander, would the Black Pine League oppose us?”
After speaking, his face was full of smugness.
Having a vague sense of being wise while everyone else is oblivious.
“Right! We were foolish.” Many martial artists finally reacted, regretful of their ignorance.
Thud!
Just at this mont.
A few corpses were thrown directly out from within the hall.
“Go and see!”
Brant Fairbanks said, and several martial artists quickly went over.
After checking, one hurried back to report.
The others dragging the bodies, following behind.
“First battle won! Our people smashed their heads and threw them all out!”
The fastest to return, that martial artist was especially happy.
Indeed, just as he predicted, nothing more than going through the motions.
A few small fry prepared inside, just for show.
“Sothing’s wrong!”
But when the bodies were brought back, Brant Fairbanks, seeing the clothes, frowned and said: “Why do they look familiar?”
“Master!”
Suddenly, a martial artist rushed over, hugging Pratik Will’s corpse, crying bitterly.
“What?”
This ti, this group of martial artists was stunned.
All dead?
Upon counting, one was still missing.
That ans soone survived?
But what they didn’t know was, the first slain Great Grandmaster had already turned into a blood mist.
“Is this what Boulevard calls the power to purge the court? Even passing my Black Pine League, how dare you clamor to pacify Demarco Mount?”
Atticus Marsh appeared once again above the grand hall at so unknown ti.
He stood with hands clasped behind, his tone mocking.
Even with a hint of smugness.
This truly was one man holding the pass, ten thousand unable to get through!
With the Ten Palace Yama Formation trapping the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost, in the future when his master erges, how could he not obtain the world?
In those years.
It was his master, Atticus Marsh, who set up the Ten Palace Yama in the Black Pine League’s Neolle Leocadia!
Creating today’s grand scene!
“West Tower, what to do?” The martial artists hurriedly ran to Julius Reed, each losing their composure: “Look… what’s that monster inside?”
“The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost.”
Julius Reed said plainly.
He had already warned, but human desire was too strong, resulting in death.
“Is… is the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost really that powerful?”
The martial artists, like eggplants hit by frost, wilted.
“The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost is the strongest figure from the Mountain of Leaving. A hundred years ago, he swept through more than thirty major and minor alliance branches, unmatched. The number of Alliance Hierarchs and Great Grandmasters dying at his hands are countless.”
Julius Reed spoke.
“However, there’s still a tiny bit where he’s inferior to .”
After saying so.
He leaped, stepping on blades of grass, entering the hall alone!
Bam!
The grand hall’s doors imdiately shut!
“Oh? There really is soone unafraid of death?”
Sitting in the center of the hall, the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost slowly turned around, sneering.
“Old Ghost, you never learn your lessons, do you?” Julius Reed smiled, rolling up his sleeves, slowly approaching him.
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