Black Dragon gave a nod to Dragon Dance, drew the weapon from his waist, and stepped toward the gates of the Caldwell Family manor at Boulevard Mountain.
Julius Reed stood at the door, his right hand resting on the sword hilt, motionless.
One moves, the other stays still.
Black Dragon is capable, and very strong.
Dragon Dance was right, the Dragon Family had spent a lot of effort in trying to break the Curse of the Divine Water, even resorting to lies to deceive the top martial artists in the family, luring them to enter prepared caves at the brink of death.
They believed they could be successfully resurrected years later.
But in reality, they were just part of Black Dragon’s plan, like moving batteries.
Once the emaciated and withered Black Dragon absorbed each of them, becoming a whole new person, the curse of the Divine Water vanished.
As a cost, the top masters of the Dragon Family over thousands of years had their spirits nearly erased, enduring daily suffering, becoming tools for Black Dragon.
When Black Dragon erged from the mountain, their mission ended, heading towards death.
Now, Black Dragon carries the power of countless mbers of the Dragon Family.
If his plan hadn’t been disrupted, losing at least 30% of his power, Black Dragon would be even stronger.
Of course, what he doesn’t know is that Dragon Dance would never allow anyone to threaten his position.
Seventy percent is already enough.
Any more, and Black Dragon might beco difficult to control.
The Dragon Family watched Black Dragon closely, eager to see this master’s performance.
anwhile, the martial artists from Boulevard Mountain were all gathered on the observatory repaired by rrill Caldwell, forced to sit and watch the battle below.
These Boulevard Mountain people wanted to surrender, but the Caldwell Family, ahead of the Dragon Family, had already brought them here.
Due to the Caldwell Family’s capabilities, the Boulevard martial artists did not resist and ca obediently.
But in their hearts, they hoped the Dragon Family could quickly eliminate these people.
Allowing Boulevard Mountain to return to the competitive state of the past.
"My sword is 1.5 ters long and 0.3 milliters thick; it’s undoubtedly a longsword and a soft, swift sword," Black Dragon said mildly, holding the sword in his hand. "This sword has killed countless ancient martial artists, and even dragons. Now, I intend to use it to kill you."
"This sword of mine." Julius Reed slowly unsheathed his plain sword.
Nothing noteworthy about it at all.
"This sword was taken from Kellan Dragon. Just like him, it’s worthless. Dragon Family mbers are useless people, and this sword is nothing but scrap tal."
Julius Reed slowly raised the ordinary sword, calmly saying, "A sword made of scrap tal should have no trouble killing trash."
"Whoa! That’s quite bold! This young bull isn’t afraid of tigers; Mr. Black Dragon, give him a lesson!"
"In the presence of our Dragon Family, he’s not the first to be arrogant, but he’s the most arrogant! Brother, are you ready to take the most brutal beating?"
The Dragon Family was surprised; these words were very provocative.
Even those who fought to the end without surrender had never boasted like this.
The martial artists on Boulevard Mountain began to tremble upon hearing these words.
Piran Wilson may want to die, but they don’t.
They had already planned to surrender, but if the Dragon Family got angry because of this guy and slaughtered everyone on Boulevard Mountain, wouldn’t they lose their lives?
The problem is, the Caldwell Family stood behind them.
If they showed any dissatisfaction or dared to step out to explain, they probably wouldn’t need to wait for the Dragon Family to act, because rrill Caldwell’s people would kill them imdiately.
"You..." Black Dragon almost stumbled and fell into the snow, nodding and gritting his teeth: "Kid, you speak harshly, but I hope you won’t disappoint next."
At their level, martial artists are very competitive.
Especially about maintaining face.
In past battles, everyone would exchange pleasantries.
After all, they were all masters, one couldn’t lose face.
The appearance and deanor must be there.
But this guy dared to provoke!
"I never boast," Julius Reed didn’t need to open his eyes now, or rather, he found it difficult to do so.
This was the price of rging with the Eye of God.
One eye, a heart, a chest full of blood, and that shadow roughly ford half a god.
But he was still half a person.
God and man are destined to be different.
When he chose to beco a demigod, he was no longer human.
The Eye of God could be used recklessly.
After rging, the Eye of God beca Julius Reed’s eye, the Heart of God his heart!
The previous restrictions were no more.
But the god’s personality would affect him.
Cold, arrogant, and exceedingly ruthless.
Killing one is evil, slaying ten thousand is demonic, killing a million makes you a god!
"I like your personality, after killing you, I’ll cut off your tongue and hang it by my bedside, so I can hear such amusing jokes every day." Black Dragon’s longsword was so slender that it left no blood when killing.
He believed in overcoming force with softness!
Facing any opponent, no matter how strong, he feared nothing.
"If you can, I don’t mind." Julius Reed made no move, just waited for Black Dragon to approach.
"Are there traps along the way?" Black Dragon stopped when he was a hundred ters from Julius Reed.
"Petty thinking." Julius Reed chuckled lightly.
"I am petty, but I’m alive." Black Dragon stood his ground, raising the longsword, gently blowing on it.
The thin sword began to sway slightly with his gentle blow.
The swaying beca more pronounced, increasingly so!
Eventually, it emitted a buzzing sound.
"Rise, snow."
He bent slightly, the vibrating longsword in his hand extended forward.
The sword tip lightly touched the snow.
The sword stopped vibrating, settling into stability.
Everything seed to return to silence.
Silence is often a precursor to eruption.
Five seconds later.
Boom!
A muffled noise rang out!
Snow waves over ten ters high exploded swiftly before Black Dragon!
Soon accompanied by the force of mountains, surging forward!
The snow waves grew higher, the snow from Boulevard Mountain’s thousands of years was uncovered all at once!
A boundless stretch of white obscured everything.
Black Dragon remained standing, not taking advantage of the opportunity to strike.
Before him, the ground unseen for thousands of years at Boulevard Mountain finally appeared to human eyes.
Massive waves of snow, vast whiteness.
Julius Reed seed destined to be buried beneath the snowstorm.
He finally moved.
Bam!
Julius Reed stomped his foot.
The ground instantly stopped shaking.
With the trembling gone, the snow, like a deflated balloon, all fell down in an instant.
A small snowy mound appeared five ters before Julius Reed.
"So powerful!"
"Miss Caldwell, who is this Piran Wilson? Why have we never heard of him?"
"Being able to match Black Dragon without being at a disadvantage, his internal power must be profound and mysterious!"
The martial artists of Boulevard Mountain were astonished.
It seed the Caldwell Family did have a slight chance of winning.
"Him?" rrill Caldwell smiled: "He’s from the mountains."
"A countryside fellow?"
The Boulevard martial artists were utterly amazed.
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