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Is this even possible?
Jovany Leopold gaped, watching from the side.
He never would have thought, a man with a backbone actually got his backbone broken.
Weren’t they saying before that they’d rather die than talk?
The people out there really have no integrity.
He held his sword and ca closer.
"What’s going on? Why did he start talking?"
A martial artist, how can they just break their word like this?
"Nonsense! If I don’t talk, I’d definitely be beaten to death! You try it? See if your bones are hard enough!"
The old man gritted his teeth, exposing his blood-stained teeth, and said angrily, "Kid, it’s easy to talk when you’re not the one suffering!"
"No, it’s not saying it; it’s you who said it yourself."
Jovany Leopold frowned slightly, tapping the old man’s head with the sword’s sheath: "Respect your elders properly, age-wise, I might even be older than you."
He was really displeased.
"He’s smart, not as stupid as you. As soon as he saw , he surrendered."
Julius Reed released his grip, and the old man fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.
He gasped heavily.
It hurt so much!
Now, the old man’s head was buzzing.
But his stomach seed to feel a little better.
Julius Reed didn’t use all his strength from the beginning, but rather proceeded step by step.
Each strike was more severe than the last.
Letting the old man feel a sense of crisis with every hit.
So much so that Julius Reed didn’t even have to make a move, just standing in front of him made the old man imagine the scene of being hit.
Feeling the pain of being beaten.
Just like now, he didn’t wait for Julius Reed to strike again, and beca obedient.
"Turns out he’s just spineless!"
Upon hearing this, the old man looked at Jovany Leopold, his eyes full of pride.
Even carrying a sense of mockery and teasing.
"I knew it, that’s why he’s behaving so well."
After saying this, fearing he might get beaten, he quickly endured the pain, knelt down, and begged for rcy: "Don’t hit anymore, I’ll tell you everything I know. But there’s one thing I must clarify."
"What’s the matter? Feel free to speak, if I can manage, I’ll help you."
Julius Reed was easy-going, now that the old man was willing to cooperate willingly, he naturally had to offer a bit of reward.
"I can’t leave here; if I do, I’ll die. But I’m not the master here. When the master returns, he’ll definitely kill ."
The old man’s eyes were full of fear. Had it not hurt so much from the beating, he really wouldn’t want to be a traitor.
The outco of a traitor is very miserable.
"I hope you can kill my boss so I can beco the master here. I don’t want to die, but I can’t leave, so I have to take such asures. How about it? Can you accept that?"
The old man spoke with tones of pleading but also had so firmness.
"Either way, it’s a death sentence. If you let live, I’ll definitely spill everything."
"Alright, I agree with you, but rember, if you conceal even one bit, I’ll definitely kill you! And before you die, I’ll let you taste all the world’s tortures! Understand?"
Julius Reed pointed at Jovany Leopold: "The two of us won’t act together. So as long as one of us is alive, you’ll die, keep your crooked thoughts to yourself, cooperate honestly."
"That’s right; even if your boss is powerful, he’s still no match for us."
Jovany Leopold patted the sword in his hand: "Rember, I am invincible."
"Knowing you’re formidable, that’s why I’m willing to talk now. Before, it wasn’t because I lack courage, but because I didn’t know your capabilities."
The old man defended himself, seemingly not wanting to be looked down upon too much.
"Got it, go ahead. Whatever conditions you set, I’ll agree to them."
Julius Reed nodded; if you want dignity, I’ll give you dignity; if you want survival, I’ll give you the chance to live.
Anything’s fine.
He was very curious about what this place really was, who these people were.
"We are all old folks, very advanced in age. You might not know, but we’re probably thousands of years old."
The old man gazed out the window, imrsed in his mories.
"The exact number of years, we’ve lost track of, but it has been thousands of years."
"Initially, we were in an organization called the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance."
"Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?" Julius Reed interrupted the old man, his heart trembled, feeling sothing seriously wrong!
Couldn’t be the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance he knew!
So, it must be the one led by Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed!
"Yes, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, have you heard of it?"
The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, speaking was so painful.
"Tell about the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance."
Julius Reed asked aloud.
"The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is just an organization. Initially, they claid to maintain peace across the world... but really, it was just a group of strong individuals gathering together to divide up the world."
The old man sighed, feeling sore all over.
He took a deep breath to alleviate himself before continuing: "Trent Marsh, Silvio Reed are the leaders of this organization. We are all people under their command. As for my boss, he holds a very important position called the Imperial Heaven Official in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance."
"Imperial Heaven Official? You an here?"
Julius Reed squinted his eyes, as expected, it’s the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance by Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed.
Then these people must be related to the past.
Trapped here yet not dead, it’s puzzling.
"But during a ti when the world was not yet stable, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance unified the world! Many people who didn’t want to surrender gathered together. At that ti, led by Trent Marsh, the stance was to wipe them out completely. But Silvio Reed was a benevolent person."
"Silvio Reed proposed to keep them. After all, he was the nominal leader, so everyone followed his lead and kept this group."
"Isn’t that us?" Jovany Leopold couldn’t help but say: "Silvio Reed was benevolent, we all recognize this point. He was the best leader of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. It’s a pity that Trent Marsh, with his murderous aura, ended up being his own undoing."
Thinking of the past events of his ancestors, Jovany Leopold’s face flashed with a hint of sadness.
The ancient martial artists indeed t a tragic end.
If Silvio Reed hadn’t persisted, they might have died long ago.
"Are you an ancient martial artist?" The old man’s eyes were full of shock. He murmured to himself: "No wonder! No wonder, so strong! The remaining ancient martial artists are all elites, but how did you get out?"
"According to the rules of that ti, you weren’t allowed to leave."
The old man hoped for an answer.
Now he also couldn’t leave, if he knew how Jovany Leopold got out, maybe he could leave too.
Better than being tortured like this.
"Trent Marsh asked to co out to kill the person in front of you; before , people had died. So I directly surrendered, and followed the person in front of "
Jovany Leopold spoke about his glorious feats without feeling ashad at all.
"How were you trapped here?" He asked back.
"?"
The old man sighed once again: "Our boss... our eldest brother, Imperial Heaven Official, participated in a rebellion. Before this, people were already imprisoned due to rebellion. But one ti, our eldest brother sworn that he had a dragon to assist him..."
"Dragon?"
Upon hearing these two words, Julius Reed couldn’t help but ask: "Golden Dragon?"
"Yes, you know about that too?" The old man was even more surprised.
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