Exiting the Love Tavern, the two could no longer see rrill Caldwell and her lackeys trailing behind.
But for these two master fighters, it wasn’t much of a challenge.
They went straight up the mountain, and upon covering less than a kiloter, they encountered Hiddy and the others standing at the crossroads.
"Mountain Lord!"
A few of Marthew Abernathy’s n rushed over, out of breath: "We’ve been waiting here for half a day."
"Heh." Pranay Martinez coldly chuckled and asked, with concern: "That’s tough. But since you’re here so early, why didn’t you grab so food? Look at all the restaurants under Dusty Platform, no need to go hungry."
"We couldn’t eat without seeing the Mountain Lord!" This Marthew Abernathy’s follower declared righteously: "We’re Skilid City people, proud to the bone! Now that I’ve seen you, Mountain Lord, I feel invigorated."
Pranay Martinez’s expression suddenly changed upon hearing this.
He patted the shoulder of the Abernathy follower, sighed, and said: "Truly one of my n! Since seeing makes you not hungry, perfect, from now on, stay by my side, and don’t eat for a month, or if I catch you eating, I’ll feed you directly to the dogs."
Finishing his words amidst terrified eyes, Pranay Martinez and Julius Reed proceeded up the mountain.
"Oh no, did the Mountain Lord discover we secretly ate sothing?" The Abernathy follower approached Hiddy with a mournful expression.
"Check yourself in the mirror before you speak next ti. You still have leek flowers on your teeth, who’d believe you didn’t eat?"
Hiddy handed over her mirror and then turned to follow Pranay Martinez.
No one wants to know the answer more than she does.
The Prophet...
He was her father.
The father who gave her the chance of immortality.
She always thought her father was dead, but now it seems...
Not necessarily.
Dusty Platform stood at the highest peak, and the whole mountain was exceptionally tall!
Many martial artists ca here for travel and training, in groups.
Compared to before the great battle, they were barely impacted.
As for Dusty Platform, while the events were already spreading, no one really witnessed it, even though so many died.
More of it, are legends.
Julius Reed and Pranay Martinez traveled over ten miles before finally spotting rrill Caldwell and her group.
Among them were so Julius Reed recognized, they were master fighters from Boulevard Caldwell Family.
rrill Caldwell, holding a cat, led from the front.
Most martial artists along the way chose to evade them.
This proved rrill Caldwell’s killing spree wasn’t a re day or two, or else how could she inspire such dread?
"What do we do?" Pranay Martinez asked Julius Reed.
Indeed very strange.
rrill Caldwell’s aura was too distinct.
"You go probe." Julius Reed lowered his voice, his eyes fixed on the group ahead. "Probe briefly to see if it’s really rrill Caldwell. From what I know, this guy is very cunning. Moreover, extrely dangerous, a slight mistake can cost lives."
From occupying Old Eight’s body first, to Trenton Smith, even the Martial Arts Association President, indicating the high level of danger.
Old Eight was understandable, an ordinary man, a popular host.
But Trenton Smith was sobody.
How could he easily have his body occupied?
As for the Martial Arts Association President, even more absurd.
At least, this thing had to deceive the president without revealing a flaw!
Furthermore, it needed exceptional combat prowess to successfully occupy.
But the outcos for those guys were horrible, Julius Reed didn’t see those traits on rrill Caldwell.
The current rrill Caldwell, although seed like a completely different person, acted like a normal human.
Could be called a human.
And not a thing.
"So dangerous, and you want to go?" Pranay Martinez frowned slightly, muttering: "Western Emperor, not fair enough, huh?"
"You’ve got the experience." Julius Reed poked his chest, his eyes constantly on rrill Caldwell not far ahead, speaking faster: "Even Osher Reed hasn’t defeated you, let alone such a small ga?"
"That’s right." Pranay Martinez liked that feeling, the feeling of being recognized by the Western Emperor.
Bear in mind, he heard Julius Reed calling the Guilt Emperor garbage, even chasing him for a fight.
Though he wouldn’t admit it, who wouldn’t enjoy acknowledgnt from a saint master?
"I’ll probe lightly, if anything’s off, you must strike imdiately." Pranay Martinez stood up and strode forward.
"Miss!"
He shouted.
The people ahead showed no reaction.
"Miss, hold on!" Pranay Martinez quickened his pace, shouting: "I want to acquaint myself with you."
But the people ahead seed not to hear, even the followers did not pay attention.
Not even altering their pace.
Steadily climbing the mountain.
"Hey, I’m talking to you!" Pranay Martinez faintly felt sothing amiss. "What’s going on! I just saw you in the tavern, you kill at will. Co, grandpa also wants to be killed."
He shouted loudly from behind, attracting stares from passersby, treating him like a fool.
Yet rrill Caldwell ahead, still showed no sign of turning back.
Very strange indeed.
Pranay Martinez took three steps in two, quickly reaching rrill Caldwell and stretched out his hand to block!
Upon rrill Caldwell touching his arm, she fell stiffly.
Lightly.
"Fake?" Pranay Martinez looked at the person in red on the ground, surprised.
This wasn’t actually a person!
Inside the clothes was a mannequin.
From the back, it looked human.
Looking from the front, none of the group were actually human!
"Co back."
At this mont, Julius Reed suddenly spoke below.
Pranay Martinez turned swiftly, discovering rrill Caldwell had sohow appeared beside Julius Reed.
A group surrounded Julius Reed.
rrill Caldwell pet the cat in her hand, expressionless.
Pranay Martinez looked down, the mannequin at his feet was still repeating the motions of standing, falling, standing, falling.
"Sneaky, clearly not a good person." rrill Caldwell focused entirely on the cat, holding it with one hand, gently stroking with the other. "What, in such a hurry to die?"
By the sound.
She seed not to recognize Julius Reed.
Nor recognize Pranay Martinez.
"Young lady, do you recognize ?" Pranay Martinez ignored the mannequins, walking toward rrill Caldwell.
"Stop." rrill Caldwell didn’t turn, even with her back to him. "One more step forward, you’ll die, and in a... terrible way. Ha ha ha..."
Following which ca an unsettling laugh.
Pranay Martinez’s skin crawled.
"You’ve long noticed we were following?"
He didn’t proceed, choosing to stand in place to test the situation.
"I sensed you from the mont you left the Love Tavern." rrill Caldwell turned, her piercing gaze seeming to see through Pranay Martinez. "You seem competent, tell , what’s your intention."
Unlike her previous quick action to kill, this ti rrill Caldwell didn’t choose imdiate combat.
But rather calmly opened a dialogue.
"Then I’ll be direct." Pranay Martinez dismissed rrill Caldwell’s words, striding forward, pointing to Julius Reed: "My brother wants to date the Prophet, so tell , are you the Prophet?"
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