This group of people is completely different from the ones we encountered before.
Julius Reed is very interested.
Living is a lonely experience.
A life without rivals is better off ended early.
Now, a group of people we have never encountered has appeared, and right away, they intend to kill Trent Marsh.
Julius Reed indeed wants to et their leader.
"Then let’s wait here. As long as Isaak Ridge isn’t dead, he’ll bring us news, and you’ll naturally be able to see him." Trent Marsh turned his head, curiously asking, "Then why not just wait here?"
"To achieve the greatest reward with the least risk." Julius Reed pointed to the bodies all over the ground: "At least, this has already been gained, hasn’t it? If their boss cos back, can you kill this many people? Isaak Ridge has already run away, who else do you want to keep?"
"You make feel so defeated, Julius Reed. I heard you were once betrayed by your subordinates?" Trent Marsh sneered, "You really have a sharp tongue; if I were them, I’d get rid of you too!"
Until a few days ago, he had always looked down on Julius Reed.
After all, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was founded by Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed.
The later Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance could only be for the younger generation, the juniors.
Trent Marsh even despised and looked down upon Julius Reed.
But over the past few days, he has changed significantly and has to admit that in so ways, Julius Reed is indeed more outstanding.
"If it were just , there would be no problem. But with you here, you beco a burden, and I’m not confident I can get us both out safely." Julius Reed said in a comforting tone, "Don’t worry, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. We will definitely et them; that is certain."
"I just can’t beat you. If I could..."
"Then shut up." Julius Reed’s sentence left Trent Marsh flushed with anger.
"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west, Julius Reed, you..."
"Then I’ll give you a saying: ’A wolf travels a thousand miles to eat at, a dog travels a thousand miles to eat you.’" Julius Reed quickly walked towards the edge of the grove.
"Isn’t it supposed to be ’eat shit’?" Trent Marsh frowned, following behind and asking.
"You still know you’re a piece of shit." Julius Reed said, and Trent Marsh’s face turned dark.
"Where are we going?"
He resolved the awkwardness himself, as if nothing had happened.
"To Autumn Na Mountain." Julius Reed usually answered seriously when it ca to important matters.
"But you said that guy wouldn’t return to the grove and definitely went to Autumn Na Mountain." Trent Marsh asked worriedly, "Will we catch up if we follow them?"
"We will." Julius Reed simply said three words, full of confidence in his speech.
"Impossible, they left first and are trackers. They must already be waiting for us at Autumn Na Mountain, according to my thinking..."
"Your thinking? You still have thinking?" Julius Reed scoffed.
"Fine, then answer , how can you leave later than them but arrive first? And not be discovered?" Trent Marsh suddenly wondered how he could be so temperate?
His hand was shaking with the knife; otherwise, he would have really believed he had a good temper.
"Because I am Julius Reed; it’s that simple." Julius Reed left these words and disappeared instantly.
The next ti they appeared, they were in front of a small temple.
"A temple?" Trent Marsh asked in surprise.
After coming out, he had learned about things from thousands of years ago and knew the Prophet had created this whole temple affair.
A servant wanting to beco the master; that was sothing Trent Marsh could not accept.
A servant is a servant, a dog is a dog.
Class distinctions.
That was a major feature of people from that era.
"My heavens! Julius Reed, you’re a genius. Are you planning to use the temple to teleport to Autumn Na Mountain?" Trent Marsh slapped his forehead, full of excitent.
He silently reminded himself that although he was powerful, he still needed to use his brain.
The brain is a good thing; it really can save a lot of trouble.
"That’s right, you’re finally making progress." Julius Reed nodded with satisfaction, "It seems playing an old tune for a long ti, the ox can finally hear a little. Let’s go, Dragon Dance’s character is sothing you know; if she’s sending a distress signal, she must be in trouble."
"Could it be the sa group?" Trent Marsh had gotten used to the blows by now, and he’d developed the skill to naturally filter out Julius Reed’s deaning remarks.
"Hard to say, but ti waits for no one. The sooner, the better." Julius Reed finished speaking, then pushed open the temple door.
But he was surprised to find soone kneeling inside the temple.
"Who!" Within half a second, Trent Marsh had drawn his knife and had it on the person’s neck.
"Wait!" Julius Reed raised his hand and stopped Trent Marsh.
"It seems to be a dead person."
He felt no pulse at all.
Definitely a dead person.
"Let see." Trent Marsh walked over slowly, and when he saw the person’s face, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "It’s him!"
"Who!" Julius Reed walked over and saw a man kneeling on the ground, with a smile on his face.
Clearly, he had been dead for so ti.
"One of my fierce generals, it seems soone is following us, warning ." Trent Marsh stowed the knife and took a piece of gold foil from the man’s mouth.
There was writing on the gold foil.
"Trent Marsh, master and servant aren’t eternal, I believe one day it will change."
Trent Marsh read the ssage with squinted eyes, "It’s the Prophet, not dead after all."
"The Prophet isn’t that easy to kill." Julius Reed glanced at the text on the gold foil and suddenly felt a baseless worry for Hiddy.
"Petty person." Trent Marsh crumpled the gold foil into a ball and threw it on the ground forcefully.
"It seems this path is impassable." He closed his subordinate’s eyes, carried the corpse outside, dug a pit, and buried him.
"No, think carefully. If the Prophet truly knew, would he scare you like this? Much ado about nothing, what does that even an?" Julius Reed shook his head, grabbed Trent Marsh’s hand, and vanished instantly!
Whoosh!
The two entered inside.
"The power of wind!" Trent Marsh couldn’t help but exclaim, "Julius Reed, how are you so proficient with the power of wind!"
"You created the Nether Beast, don’t you know? I want to ask you, where does the prototype of this power of wind co from?" Julius Reed didn’t hide this from Trent Marsh.
No need for that.
"The power of the wind is the power of the gods. Back then, Fourth Brother’s research into the gods was very in-depth. He said the pinnacle of martial arts might be theology. But this god isn’t a phantom, it’s also a person."
Trent Marsh took a few steps back, assessing Julius Reed, "Very impressive, integrating the power of the wind into yourself. To be honest, I never even thought about that. Those folks didn’t kill you?"
"In this world, the only one who can kill is myself." Julius Reed spread his hands, and with a ’whoosh’, flas roared to life.
"The power of fire!" Trent Marsh was even more surprised! "Wind, forest, fire, mountain! How many do you have?"
"Wind, forest, fire, mountain?" Julius Reed seed to discover a blind spot.
"What is the power of the forest?" he asked.
"The roar of the tiger in the deep forest, the wild ox shakes the mountain!" Trent Marsh said eight words.
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