The plane continued to circle overhead.
Inside were Julius Reed’s trusted aides.
Unless Julius Reed boarded the plane, it wouldn’t turn back even if it were to crash.
Thousands of ters high.
Julius Reed drew the sword from his back and tossed it forward!
The blade, imbued with spiritual power, flew forward.
Seizing the opportunity, Julius Reed leaped, landing his feet upon the sword, completing the challenging feat of sword flight!
Sword flight was incredibly practical, as well as visually impressive.
Countless young Martial Artists wanted to learn this chick-magnet skill, but lantably, their skills weren’t sufficient to achieve sword flight.
So only managed to fly for a few seconds, barely reaching a ter in height before falling.
Yet even this, was sothing the vast majority couldn’t achieve.
Julius Reed was different.
He had just replenished his spiritual power at the Lu residence.
The blood of the Gods was like an ultra-high-capacity battery, able to rapidly absorb spiritual power and store it within the body.
Previously, after unleashing the power of the blood of the Gods, Julius Reed needed to rest for a while.
Now there was no need.
Moreover, sword flight wasn’t rely a consumption of spiritual power; it was a test of skill.
A man and a sword, soaring above the treetops, heading towards the sandstorm.
The two were getting closer and closer.
Finally, when less than a thousand ters away, Julius Reed stopped.
He reached out his hand, saying nothing.
But the sandstorm paid no heed, continuing to sweep forward.
The traveling speed was about tens of kiloters per hour.
Seeing no response from the other side, Julius Reed drew another Knife Abernathy and slashed forward fiercely!
The blade swiftly flew out!
And grew larger and larger!
By the ti it collided with the sand, it had reached a height of several hundred ters!
Boom!
A dull thud!
A violent explosion ensued!
The sand finally ca to a halt.
Where the explosion occurred, all the sand dispersed, leaving a gap of about a hundred ters or so.
"Marcellus Lopez!"
Julius Reed reached out his hand, slicing through the air!
The trees on the ground fell in a row.
"This is the boundary. I hope you don’t cross it, or else you’ll be my enemy."
He clasped his hands behind his back, standing on the sword.
The sand slowly recovered, covering the forest again.
Atop the sand, a whirlwind ford.
The whirlwind grew taller, still made of the whirling sand.
But the sand gradually took on a human shape.
Hovering above the sandstorm.
"Piran Wilson?" Marcellus Lopez’s voice ca from within the sand.
"We et again." Julius Reed didn’t directly respond to Marcellus Lopez’s redundant statent.
After making a move, how could he fail to recognize who he was?
"Yes, we et again. But our account is still unsettled." Marcellus Lopez stood slowly within the sand, maintaining a distance of about a hundred ters from Julius Reed.
"Your account with Silvio Reed has nothing to do with ." Julius Reed shook his head and said, "I think you’ve got the wrong person."
"There are no innocents; Silvio Reed must die, and you must die too." Marcellus Lopez’s voice was chilling, carrying a hint of hatred.
He hadn’t expected to be played by the blind person before him in Han Blood Ridge.
"You all must die."
After speaking, the sandstorm resud advancing.
"It seems you’re not willing to grant the courtesy of Piran Wilson." Julius Reed sneered, "Don’t bla for not warning you, once you cross the line, there’s no turning back."
"Throughout my life, Marcellus Lopez has fought, even if I die, I will die on the path of battle. Now, you’re threatening ?"
At the peak of the sand, the skeleton of Marcellus Lopez lood faintly.
He spoke boldly, as if he’d returned to the era of gold and iron horses.
"Your enemy is Silvio Reed." Julius Reed didn’t yield, still standing on that line, calmly saying, "Isn’t that right?"
"Silvio Reed hard in the past, I must kill him."
When Marcellus Lopez ntioned Silvio Reed, he spoke with gritted teeth in hatred.
He had thought he would be trapped there for who knows how many years, but now, he was out.
This hatred grew even more intense!
"Good." Julius Reed nodded and said, "Silvio Reed is my enemy too. If you and I fight, I will severely wound you! Then, you won’t even get to see Silvio Reed, let alone take revenge."
He slowly raised his hand, pointing at Marcellus Lopez, "Test the waters? I hope we won’t beco enemies, at least not until Silvio Reed appears."
"I have never needed anyone’s help to handle my affairs! The people I want to kill, I will definitely kill! And, I will do it myself!"
Marcellus Lopez still had the deanor of a General.
"What I’ve said has never gone back on my word."
He was full of confidence.
Even if the opponent was powerful, so what?
He was the General King!
With a Divine Artifact on him, and skeleton soldiers at his command!
The entire sandstorm was under his control!
"Test the waters then."
Julius Reed gently pricked his finger, smiling.
In an instant!
A burst of golden light!
The anxious and restless people aboard the helicopter suddenly felt an intense beam of light burst out!
Imdiately afterward, the golden light shot out hundreds of ters, slicing through the vast sand!
Black smoke rose instantly.
The sandstorm was actually shaved by a quarter by the golden light!
Aside from the remaining three-quarters, the quarter that was shaved off crumbled instantly!
Vanished without a trace!
Julius Reed slowly retracted his hand, and the golden light disappeared.
Marcellus Lopez stood in the sand, visibly stunned.
His domain had been cut apart by a quarter!
If that move had just passed directly through him, what would have happened?
Most importantly, Marcellus Lopez sensed the power of a Divine Artifact!
Very similar to the armor he wore.
"What is this power?" Marcellus Lopez asked.
"The power of the Gods." Julius Reed stood on the sword, slowly reaching out his hand, pointing at Marcellus Lopez, "As I said, cross the line, and there’s no turning back."
"I enjoy facing strong opponents."
Marcellus Lopez withdrew the sand, revealing his bone-white form.
"Your character, I like very much. It’s been so many years since I’ve had a talking friend or confidant."
He extended his hand, indicating cordially, "Since we have a common enemy, why not take care of Silvio Reed first?"
"I wholeheartedly agree."
Julius Reed smiled as he extended his hand, shaking it across the air, "You are one of the most genuine people I’ve ever t. I’m pleased we’ve reached a consensus."
"That is also the greatest gain of my journey." Marcellus Lopez hesitated montarily before asking, "But, how do we lure Silvio Reed out?"
"Silvio Reed’s n were gravely injured by you, and are now in my hands. I will hang him at the city gate and declare that if Silvio Reed doesn’t save him within two days, you will kill him."
Julius Reed explained, "Silvio Reed’s reputation hinges on this decision."
"You’re a smart person, I’m glad to be your friend."
Marcellus Lopez slowly retreated, the sand forming a circle of several hundred ters.
"The southeastern views are nice, feel free to explore. In two days, co to my place for a visit." After speaking, Julius Reed flew straight upwards on his sword!
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