"If you have deceived , then even if you don’t co, I will find you and kill you," Marcellus Lopez threatened with a sinister tone. "Indeed, I’m the one you released. But I cannot be used by you, you’d better not be lying."
"The price of lies, you know it well."
Marcellus Lopez threw away the phone and directly killed the person responsible for communication in front of him.
He needed no connection with Trent Marsh.
General Wang’s actions are not for others to critique!
The sandstorm began to move southwards, heading towards the coast.
At this mont, within the Nine Provinces Tomb!
Silvio Reed was sitting on the throne, reading a book, when he suddenly received a ssage from the Golden Cicada.
He stood up, and for the first ti, a serious expression appeared on his face.
"King, what’s wrong?"
Golden Cicada was also surprised.
No matter what happened, Silvio Reed had always remained calm.
Having followed Silvio Reed for so many years, it was the first ti Golden Cicada had seen him so worried.
"Iwan Martinez’s safety is in your hands," Golden Cicada spoke, "You should save him."
"Great Master, Iwan Martinez is working for you, if he dies, the brothers will be disheartened, moreover, it would be a huge blow to your reputation."
The people below all began to offer their advice.
"The Five Elents Grandmaster has died."
Silvio Reed took a deep breath, stood with his hands behind his back in front of the throne, and said worriedly, "Things seem to have taken a turn. In our plan, the Five Elents Grandmaster was not supposed to die so easily, nor was Iwan Martinez supposed to be wounded."
"That sword in his hand is a Divine Weapon! You must understand, according to my calculations, even if Iwan Martinez encounters Julius Reed, with that weapon in his hand, he would co out unhard. But now, I’m hearing that the weapon is broken."
After he finished speaking, the expressions of the subordinates in the Nine Provinces Tomb changed completely.
Everyone knew what that wooden sword signified.
"Sir Reed, I only heard that Iwan Martinez was hung up, and if you don’t rescue him, he’ll die in two days. But I haven’t heard anything about the wooden sword breaking," Golden Cicada asked puzzled, "Is this accurate?"
He is responsible for intelligence, and because he’s skilled in escaping, intelligence work for the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is currently handled by Golden Cicada.
The news of Iwan Martinez’s grievous injuries was also brought back by Golden Cicada.
"In five minutes after you told the news, I obtained more precise information."
Silvio Reed handed a piece of paper to Golden Cicada.
"This is..."
Golden Cicada saw strange words densely packed on it, and after translating, he was surprised, "Who sent this!"
"My eyes are everywhere," Silvio Reed pointed to his eyes and smiled, "What you can’t see, I can. What you can see, I see more clearly. I can look five thousand years ahead and push five thousand years back!"
"Sir Reed, do you have a plan?" Golden Cicada asked tentatively.
Silvio Reed was always decisive and unyielding, yet he always had foresight when taking action.
Gradually, no one doubted Silvio Reed.
Everyone in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance trusts him very much.
"Mr. Springs is no longer here. If he were still around, he could help strategize," Julius Reed ntioned Mr. Springs, his lips curling with a cold smile. "Since everyone wants to see Silvio Reed, then let Silvio Reed go out and show himself."
"Are you going out?"
The people in the Nine Provinces Tomb were very taken aback.
According to Silvio Reed’s plan, he shouldn’t be going out now.
At least, he should wait until the martial arts world fights to a stalemate before appearing.
Otherwise, he will beco the target of all!
And bear a trendous amount of pressure!
"Don’t they simply want to see us co out?" Silvio Reed said calmly with a smile. "I will have Hill Leocadia pretend to be , showing up in the southeast!"
"Then what about you?"
After Silvio Reed finished speaking, Golden Cicada knew imdiately that another plan was about to unfold!
"? I’ll personally lead those people to seize the Boulevard Mountains in the northwest. Underneath is the throne of our Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, our grand hall! Everything of ours is there."
"As for the Nine Provinces Tomb, perhaps it will bury the founders of our Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. Trent Marsh, Long Dance, and my good disciple, Julius Reed."
"I think when everyone believes I am trapped in the southeast, they will surely co to see . But I will appear in the northwest!"
Silvio Reed smiled with great satisfaction, "Boulevard Mountain is a good place. Go, find Hill Leocadia and have him do as I say. Also, let out the word that I, Silvio Reed, will definitely rescue Iwan Martinez!"
"But... if Hill Leocadia impersonates you, can Iwan Martinez survive?"
Golden Cicada, although worried about Hill Leocadia’s ability to safely escape under public scrutiny, is more concerned about whether Iwan Martinez can survive!
He doesn’t have deep feelings for Hill Leocadia, but with Iwan Martinez, their relationship is life-and-death.
Golden Cicada couldn’t bear to watch Iwan Martinez die.
"If I am sitting on the throne of Boulevard Mountain, who dares touch Iwan Martinez?"
Silvio Reed snorted softly, "Once my Commander’s Seal erges, dead warriors will co from all directions. Whoever opposes must weigh their own capabilities!"
"Alright."
Golden Cicada knew that no matter what he said, it would be useless, so he complied.
Soon, the news that Silvio Reed was coming to rescue spread like a hurricane through the martial arts world!
Even Silvio Reed’s life story and his tales were circulated.
In one night, almost everyone knew Silvio Reed.
Even in taverns, storytellers set up a special column for him.
Outside the Lu Mansion.
Iwan Martinez was hung by ropes with his hands suspended over a high wall.
His body was covered in wounds, shocking to anyone that saw.
It was unclear who inserted Iwan Martinez’s wooden sword at his feet, with words pasted on it.
Written as Iwan Martinez’s Tomb.
In just two days, a large number of martial artists surged into the southeast again.
Many of them were trapped in Lu’s sects of Great Grandmasters.
They all wanted to see just how powerful Silvio Reed was.
anwhile, phenona reminiscent of the supernatural like yellow sand began to move, now less than a hundred kiloters from the Lu Mansion.
Julius Reed stood on the city wall, gazing at the distant sand and Iwan Martinez hanging below.
Uncertain what he was thinking.
Suddenly, the crowd started to stir.
The Nine Nether Lord pointed in the distance, exclaiming, "Is that Silvio Reed?"
Just several kiloters away.
An armored vehicle sped by!
A flag was planted at the back of the armored vehicle.
It was the flag used by the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance in the past.
Only Long Dance and the others recognized this insignia.
Silvio Reed, arrived?
Julius Reed leaned on the city wall with his hands, activating the divine view.
Suddenly, he smiled.
"Looks like Silvio Reed is a man of his word."
Julius Reed took out his phone and dialed a number.
Soon, the other side was connected.
"Proceed according to the original plan. Rember, ensure rrill Caldwell’s safety, understand?"
Once finished, he put away the phone and resud watching.
The divine view foreseen the future once more.
Fortunately, with the continuous spiritual power from the Lu family, Julius Reed recovered in a short ti.
It was this observation that revealed Silvio Reed’s plan.
In the crowd, Long Dance wearing a wide-brimd hat, carried a sword in his hand.
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