Chapter 1818: Chapter 1818: Respecting Elders
The dignified disciple of the Mountain Lord, yet completely unaware of his own master?
How could this be!
Just earlier on the plane, Gerrit Harris let out a fart, and his young disciple clutched his stomach, claiming he needed to go to the toilet, perfecting an out for him.
So when the older Taoist was killed, Gerrit Harris did not intervene at all.
The ones who ford the formation were all experts.
Even without using the formation, just discussing martial arts, Gerrit Harris could still easily defeat a group of Great Grandmasters.
If he wanted to stop it, perhaps Julius Reed’s strike might heavily injure the middle-aged Taoist, but it certainly wouldn’t kill him.
Gerrit Harris rely used soone else’s hand to kill.
But now, he felt sothing was amiss.
It seed as if he had been fooled.
“I am a closed-door disciple, delving into martial arts every day,” Julius Reed explained without a hint of blush or breathlessness. “Ask all the youths under the heavens, who can be my match? Because I live in the mountains and train with great dedication every day, even going to the toilet takes over ten minutes. This is why I’ve achieved what I have today!”
If soone wants to lie, they can always fabricate reasons.
But ultimately, one must have true strength.
Those without strength have no say.
Why talk when enemies can be dealt with by the sword?
“Pranay Martinez’s closed-door disciple, truly remarkable!” Gerrit Harris nodded, contemplating how to handle the ss before him.
In terms of capability, he truly hadn’t seen anyone more formidable than the young man before him.
In the glory there must be untold effort.
“Mr. Harris, I respect my master and the Tao. If you hadn’t ntioned it, I would’ve let it be. But now that I’ve heard, I must probe for details.” Julius Reed sheathed his sword, his attitude shifting slightly. “Please tell about the battle atop Snow Mountain back then.”
His mory had mostly returned, but atop the Snow Mountain, he only recognized a few familiar faces.
Pranay Martinez, he had no recollection of at all.
Even living all these years, Julius Reed had never heard of a person nad Pranay Martinez.
Upon investigation, the matters of the battle at Snow Mountain were nearly clear.
Under the Emperor’s influence, there were traitors within Demarco Mount, who treated the Emperor as their ultimate master; anwhile, Julius Reed, due to prolonged poisoning, was temporarily weakened.
Eliezer Pine seized the chance to launch an attack with the Undead Tribe.
In the critical mont, Grace River, under the guise of a mber of the imperial vein, appeared on Snow Mountain, shedding tears and thrusting a sword into Julius Reed’s chest!
Knocking him down Snow Mountain.
Which gave Julius Reed a chance to recuperate.
Afterwards, those deranged high-level mbers of Demarco Mount were secretly executed.
The news of the betrayal spread.
A centipede dies but never falls.
At this ti, anyone daring to publicly harm the Holy Lord would be committing treason!
Under such circumstances, Julius Reed managed to live peacefully in Gonzalez City for over three years.
He was Devlin’s ace!
The biggest trump card!
During these three years, no one in Demarco Mount dared to establish another Holy Lord, and the internal conflicts grew increasingly intense.
Until four years later, with the intervention of the Undead Tribe, a new Holy Lord was finally established.
As for the details, Julius Reed had yet to uncover them, but the main threads had been largely uncovered.
Now, suddenly, a Pranay Martinez appears!
Pranay Martinez, previously unrelated to the entire event, sparked Julius Reed’s curiosity.
“Why should I tell you?” Gerrit Harris let out a light snort, his eyes filled with annoyance. “You’ve repeatedly challenged , even killing my disciple. Do I need to share your master’s illustrious deeds with you?”
Though surprised, Gerrit Harris was himself a formidable warrior.
Pranay Martinez’s disciple?
Even if it were the Holy Lord’s disciple, they should offer an explanation!
“I have offended previously, please, sir, do not mind. I am rely curious. Also, is it the case that you might be exaggerating? I’ve been under Pranay Martinez’s tutelage for decades and have never heard of such things. That’s the Holy Lord we’re speaking of, even if my master is strong, surely he couldn’t eliminate the Holy Lord?”
Julius Reed appeared humble, his emotions sincere.
“Hmph! Seems like your master didn’t disclose his true skills to you!” Gerrit Harris didn’t dismantle the formation; instead, he fortified it even more.
Disciples of elder Pranay need to be treated with so caution.
“Your master was once known as Clark Martinez! He has forged countless Divine Weapons.”
“Pendleton, I believe you know. Pendleton was silently established under Pranay Martinez’s hint. While there aren’t visible traces of his involvent, Pendleton’s weapons…” Gerrit Harris trailed off, suddenly looking at the weapon at Julius Reed’s waist. “The sword you flew with just now seems to be one of the weapons of the Seven Veins of Pendleton.”
“Keen eye, sir.” Julius Reed extracted his weapon, slowly lifting it. “Eagle Vein’s treasure.”
Then, he swiftly sheathed it again to show respect.
One does not unsheathe a sword in front of predecessors.
“Indeed! All of Pendleton’s weapons are crafted by him. I rember you Pendleton’s royal vein mbers seed to have Marthew Abernathy’s imperial aura! But the sword that can counter the royal vein was made by Pranay Martinez,” Gerrit Harris nodded with so envy in his voice. “Elder wasn’t unable to leave the mountain; he was obsessed with forging. From what I know, apart from the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs he kept around him, no one else has reached where he resided.”
“As for the battle atop Snow Mountain, I only heard bits from others. They’re saying Pranay Martinez took a weapon capable of killing the Holy Lord to Demarco Mount. Finally, the girl from the royal vein drew her sword first, knocking the Holy Lord off the cliff so that sword was never used. But before that, had he not intervened, the internal strife would have ended in failure.”
“Is it that mystical? To my knowledge, Pendleton has existed for a millennium. Could my master be immortal?”
Julius Reed inquired further.
In the recollections, everyone’s eyes were bloodshot that day.
Just like when the Martial Saint Crown Prince killed Emperor Charlotte Grey.
To quell such fury, one must beco part of the Undead Tribe.
Those who cannot beco the Undead Tribe have no path but death.
It seed only Grace River was crying back then.
Crying till her eyes turned red.
But Julius Reed was more curious, what weapon could Pranay Martinez possibly have to dare claim to kill him?
That’s sothing he must experience for himself.
“Elder… lived for a very long ti, but why he’s not dead… I really don’t know,” Gerrit Harris finished, pointing at Julius Reed. “Are you really Pranay Martinez’s disciple?”
“Of course not.” Julius Reed abruptly drew the Yin-Yang sword at his waist, the Evil Qi flowing from the hilt, suffusing the entire blade!
Whoosh!
An eerie blue inferno suddenly roared to life!
The formation runs on spiritual power!
And Evil Qi just happens to disrupt spiritual power!
With a single sweep of his sword!
Crack!
The flas of Evil Qi quickly eroded the formation!
A great brilliance shone!
The sword lights above exploded one after another!
Leap!
Julius Reed leapt, the Yin-Yang in his hand spewing several trails of flas!
Shattered the formation completely!
“Boy, you played !” Gerrit Harris was both enraged and exasperated!
His eight-direction sword array broken just like that?
And this guy even played him!
“Today, regardless of whether you’re Pranay Martinez’s disciple or not, I must kill you!”
The old Taoist withdrew his sword!
Tossed it forward!
The longsword instantly split into dozens of weapons as thin as a cicada’s wing!
“Taste the wrath of my Asura Field!” Gerrit Harris took a deep breath, a drop of blood suddenly appearing in his palm!
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