"Gold Cicada?"
Trent Marsh and Long Wu upstairs almost simultaneously spoke this na.
This made Julius Reed realize things weren’t simple.
"What’s going on? You know him?" He stared below and imdiately asked.
"This dirty, hunched old man looks a lot like soone." Long Wu looked at the person unwaveringly, afraid to miss a single detail.
"One of Silvio’s protectors, Gold Cicada!" Trent Marsh added beside him, his tone filled with shock.
"But records from that year seem to state that Gold Cicada died in the chaos. Could it be soone else down there? But his skills are too much like Gold Cicada’s! Would there be identical people in the world?"
Trent Marsh took a deep breath, looking at the old man below, wanting to clearly see his face.
But the old man was wearing a tattered cloak and hood, making it impossible to see the face beneath the hat.
Julius Reed was not familiar with the events of that year, so he continued to ask, "If he really is Gold Cicada, what does that an?"
If Gold Cicada were insignificant, Long Wu and Trent Marsh wouldn’t be this tense.
"If he is Gold Cicada, it ans there’s another hidden story behind that rebellion; we’ve all been deceived! The people then were deceived, and we who ca later were also deceived." Trent Marsh said hoarsely, "If he is Gold Cicada, it’s highly likely Silvio didn’t die, and even if he did, he set a grand plan before dying."
"I’m more inclined to believe Silvio didn’t die. Could soone who can predict the future fail to foresee his own death?" Long Wu shook her head and said, "But if Silvio didn’t die, why has there been no movent for thousands of years? What is the reason?"
While the discussion upstairs about Silvio was ongoing, the martial artist below had already started to attack the old man!
They knew the terrifying nature of the old man, so they opted for a siege; all the Great Grandmasters rushed forward!
A chaotic battle erupted below!
The old man was chased all the way, seemingly injured, and fell into a disadvantage against the siege.
"Should we step in to help?" Julius Reed asked.
If this person is likely Silvio’s confidant Gold Cicada, the priority is to preserve his life.
If that old man died, the clues would be broken again.
"If he dies, it ans he isn’t Gold Cicada." Trent Marsh shook his head and explained, "Gold Cicada’s combat ability is terrifying; he’s one of Silvio’s chief protectors."
Long Wu also spoke to Julius Reed, "Gold Cicada is an ancient martial artist, with strength far exceeding that of ordinary martial artists. It’s just that the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance dissolved too quickly, and with the fa of Wayland’s War God Trent Marsh being so great, many top masters never left a na, known to later generations."
"Of course, Trent Marsh is nothing but a puffed-up fa, just exaggerated." She added.
This remark made Trent Marsh very dissatisfied, but with Julius Reed in the middle, he swallowed his pride and observed the battlefield below.
In less than half a minute, the old man who had been at a disadvantage suddenly fought back!
A series of moves slashed the surrounding Great Grandmasters, instantly reversing the situation.
The person who first drew the knife realized things were bad, turned around, and ran.
Leaving his companions to cover, he beca the old man’s Ghost under the knife.
"Kid, trying to run? I’m a bit thirsty, thinking of drinking your blood!" The old man laughed strangely, about to pursue.
Crack!
The glass upstairs was shattered.
The three landed on the ground, blocking Gold Cicada’s path.
"Gold Cicada?" Trent Marsh tentatively asked.
Too familiar, this feeling was precisely the aura Gold Cicada had.
"I think you recognize us." Long Wu spoke with her empress’s authority, "You et us, yet don’t kneel and bow?"
The three surrounded the old man from different angles.
The surroundings were filled with corpses.
"Trent Marsh?" The old man looked up, revealing a child’s face.
"Long Wu?"
Gold Cicada was sowhat surprised.
How did he run into these two lordships?
And this third one in front?
"You don’t need to mind , it’s enough to look at those two." Julius Reed smiled faintly, hands in pockets, his attitude very friendly.
"Gold Cicada greets the holy maiden, greets the general!" Gold Cicada kneeled on one knee and spoke.
"It’s really you!" Trent Marsh was even more shocked on his face: "Gold Cicada, I heard you died?"
Since returning from the divine realm, Trent Marsh had been investigating things from that year, partly narrated by his forr subordinates, plus what Trent Marsh knew from the books left by the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, knowing Gold Cicada had died the day before that forced abdication.
Moreover, many witnessed it.
Now, Gold Cicada appearing alive made Trent Marsh start to doubt himself.
"Didn’t you hear Mr. Marsh’s question? Answer whatever he asks." Long Wu kept pressuring from the side, wanting Gold Cicada to reveal useful information in the shortest ti.
"This..." As expected, Gold Cicada hesitated and said, "It’s related to Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s secrets, and was Four Master’s dying wish. Please forgive Gold Cicada’s rudeness!"
"So you’re not willing to answer?" Long Wu slowly raised her hand, her words filled with dissatisfaction: "The rules of Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, you know your fate."
Trent Marsh’s hand was also on the long knife at his waist.
Julius Reed, Trent Marsh, and Long Wu ford a top-tier lineup in the martial world.
Even if Silvio was still alive, the sa could be done.
Surrounding Gold Cicada now, there’s no need for extra words.
"Confess, we are all managers of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance; we are no different from Four Brother." Trent Marsh coaxed.
He wanted to know the answer too much.
Especially Gold Cicada’s words, ’Four Master’s dying wish,’ made Trent Marsh even more curious.
Regardless of whether Silvio is alive or dead, the conclusion now is a mystery!
Trent Marsh was desperate for answers.
"Forgive but it’s impossible to obey!" Gold Cicada said, maintaining his kneeling posture.
"Not good!" Long Wu suddenly turned around, shouting angrily, "Miscalculated!"
"What’s wrong? Isn’t he still here?" Julius Reed frowned slightly, looking at Gold Cicada on the ground, feeling sothing was off too.
Swoosh!
Without any hesitation, Trent Marsh swung his knife down!
Where was anyone at all?
It was just a piece of clothing.
"Gold Cicada shedding its shell!" Trent Marsh narrowed his eyes, looking around.
But there was no movent at all in the surroundings.
Very quiet.
"Gold Cicada shedding its shell?" Julius Reed finally understood why the person in front of him was called Gold Cicada. "Do you an you didn’t know he had this skill?"
He looked at Trent Marsh and Long Wu and asked.
Being part of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, they should be familiar with each other’s secrets.
"You’re wrong, like you, it’s our first ti seeing it too." Trent Marsh put away the knife, regretfully clenched his fist, "Silvio’s protectors were extrely mysterious; no one knew what skills they had. But even discounting this escape, Gold Cicada was still one of the most competent fighters of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance."
"Gold Cicada shedding its shell, it’s my first ti seeing it. Seems like Silvio is far more terrifying than we imagined." Long Wu sighed.
The world is becoming increasingly unstable.
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