Chapter 747: Chapter 747: Just Because of This_1
Under the lamplight.
The shadow was stretched infinitely long.
Through its outline, one could see it was a youth.
“It’s him!”
The disciples of Ghost Valley exclaid in shock.
They were terrified and retreated as if they had seen the Devil himself.
They had witnessed with their own eyes the scene of the divine general being killed!
The nearly invincible Dave Hawthorne, Bartley Hawthorne.
They were instantly killed by the young man in the distance!
Utterly powerless to fight back!
Especially the nonchalance after the murder, which made these people feel a chill in their bones.
This is…
Invincible, isn’t it!
“But this person?”
Flas danced in Kendrick Hawthorne’s eyes.
“Yes…”
The disciples of Ghost Valley were so frightened that they did not even have the courage to look at Julius Reed.
“Young Master wait here for a mont, I’ll go get his head!”
Clad in white, Kendrick Hawthorne dashed through the night!
When the headlights of a speeding car shone on him.
He appeared like a celestial being!
Hiss!
In the sky.
Kendrick Hawthorne drew out a Longsword!
The mont the Longsword encountered the air, it blazed with a towering fla!
Like a fire dragon!
Dancing wildly in the night!
A hundred ters!
Fifty ters!
Thirty ters!
Ten ters!
Five ters!
Hiss!
Kendrick Hawthorne thrust his sword forward!
The flas leaped as if eager to devour everything!
Sizzle!
Julius Reed caught Kendrick’s sword in one hand and shoved it forward fiercely!
The firelight extinguished.
Whoosh!
A flicker of shock passed through Kendrick’s eyes, and he swept his Longsword out again!
Clang!
A green flute, appearing from nowhere, was in Julius Reed’s hand.
Just right.
Clashing with the Longsword.
The standoff.
Froze there like that.
Kendrick aggressively pushed forward, sheathing his Longsword once more!
Whoosh!
When he drew it out again, the sa fla blazed on his Longsword.
In the darkness, Kendrick stood like a deity!
The Blazing War God!
“Doing magic tricks?”
It was the first ti Julius Reed spoke.
Chemical substances clung to Kendrick’s Longsword.
Sparking upon contact with air.
Having just extinguished the flas, Kendrick slid his Longsword back into the sheath.
That ant the sheath was filled with this fuel.
“Looks pretty intimidating.”
Julius Reed said with a smile.
“You killed Dave and Bartley?”
Kendrick’s hands tightly gripped his Longsword, his eyes filled with hatred!
The four of them had grown up together and were rather close.
Now two had died at the hands of Julius Reed!
His heart was in agony!
“I don’t know their nas.”
Julius Reed looked at his palm and said with a faint smile, “If they’re killed, they’re killed.”
“Then join them in death!”
Kendrick brandished his Longsword, charging straight at Julius Reed!
Whoosh!
In an instant.
Julius Reed opened his palm!
Flas erupted from nowhere!
He had the sa fuel on his hands.
From afar, two flas could be seen dancing non-stop.
But soon, one fla went out.
And the fire in Julius Reed’s hand beca even more intense.
“Aren’t you afraid of being burned?”
Surprise flashed in Kendrick’s eyes.
The other man just stood there, his hand open, allowing the flas to burn continuously.
Is he even human?
Even Abby Hawthorne probably wouldn’t dare to play with fire like this.
“Is that so?”
Julius Reed took a step forward, his right hand transforming into a claw, grabbing Kendrick’s clothes directly!
Whoosh!
The flas ignited in an instant!
“Damn it!”
Kendrick sheathed his Longsword and swiftly threw off his white coat.
Five seconds later.
The coat was reduced to ashes.
“You’re much stronger than the previous two who died.”
Julius Reed stepped forward again.
Hiss!
Kendrick, utterly infuriated, drew his Longsword, striking with all his might!
Clang!
The flas roared, but they couldn’t get close to Julius Reed, not even an inch!
Blocking the sword was still that green flute.
“Uh…”
Kendrick put out all his strength, but still couldn’t suppress Julius Reed.
He had no choice but to step back.
Strong.
The opponent was very strong!
The deaths of Dave and Bartley were within expectations.
Even Kendrick now had no confidence he could kill his target!
But at that mont.
Julius Reed gently placed the flute to his lips.
The flute music was lodious.
It resonated instantaneously in everyone’s ears.
They felt as though they saw endless stars in the sky.
And themselves standing upon the Milky Way.
Gazing down upon the universe.
“How beautiful!”
Soone exclaid.
“Is this what it feels like to be God?”
“Or perhaps the world we yearn for.”
Everyone’s smiles grew brighter and brighter.
Yet Kendrick Hawthorne saw his brothers.
Dave Hawthorne, Bartley Hawthorne.
“Big brother, co join us.”
“It’s nice here, no worries, no troubles.”
“Co… co…”
Voices echoed in his ears.
Kendrick Hawthorne rubbed his eyes, as if to ensure he was not seeing wrongly.
Standing before him were Dave Hawthorne, and also Bartley Hawthorne.
“You… aren’t you dead?” Kendrick Hawthorne asked.
“We haven’t died; we’ve just co to another world.”
“Big brother, co with us.”
The two of them smiled gently, looking at Kendrick Hawthorne.
“Really?”
Kendrick Hawthorne’s hands rested on the Longsword at his waist.
“Really.”
“Then here I co.”
He gently drew his Longsword.
Whoosh!
A flash of fire sparked again.
“Big brother, hurry!”
“This world is much better than the one we were in before.”
Dave and Bartley Hawthorne gestured ceaselessly with their hands.
“Okay!”
Kendrick Hawthorne slowly rested the Longsword against his neck.
The flas seed to burn him a little, causing pain.
But what’s a little pain?
“Kendrick Hawthorne! Wake up!”
A yelling voice pulled him back to reality!
Kendrick Hawthorne’s eyes widened.
There were no brothers in sight!
It was Julius Reed, playing the flute!
And behind him, the sound of horse hooves approached!
Witch Moon riding a warhorse, wielding a Longsword!
Rushing towards him!
“Young Master!”
Kendrick Hawthorne broke out in a cold sweat!
If it were not for Young Master’s call that awakened him, he might have already been dead by his own sword!
When he saw the Ghost Valley Disciples who had committed suicide around the palanquin, his heart trembled with utmost fear!
A piece of music that could kill!
How terrifying!
At that mont.
The warhorse neighed!
Witch Moon, wielding a Longsword, charged towards Julius Reed!
The flute music.
Ca to an abrupt stop.
“You… have so skill.”
Julius Reed looked at the leaping warhorse, and took off into the air!
With his right hand, he pressed down on the horse’s skull!
“Neigh!”
The warhorse let out a mournful cry!
The horse that had been leaping was forcefully pressed down by Julius Reed!
The next mont.
The Longsword ca whistling!
Julius Reed, with one hand on the horse, flipped over in mid-air!
Schlik!
The Longsword cut through the air, but failed to injure Julius Reed.
“Ghost Valley Young Master Witch Moon!”
Witch Moon, mounted on the warhorse, looked at Julius Reed and asked, “Who are you!”
The opponent was skilful, surely not a nobody!
“You steal my wife, and dare to ask who I am?”
Julius Reed put away the flute and asked with a smile, “Isn’t that a bit too presumptuous?”
“You’re… Julius Reed!”
Witch Moon’s eyes narrowed into slits!
The warhorse beneath him beca restless, as if sensing extre unease.
“Truth be told.”
Julius Reed looked at Witch Moon, “Today, I ca here to kill. None of you will live.”
“Big talk!”
Witch Moon laughed out loud, pointing at Julius Reed from atop the horse, “Do you know who I am?”
“I am the Ghost Valley Young Master!”
He laughed haughtily, his eyes full of arrogance.
“Then do you know who I am?”
Julius Reed raised his head, and asked with a smile.
“Heh, a re commoner! You have so tricks, but how can you contend with Ghost Valley?”
Witch Moon’s eyes showed disdain.
Ghost Valley, a sect with a legacy stretching back hundreds of years!
Rich in heritage!
Abundant with experts!
“By virtue of…”
Julius Reed slowly raised his hand, and with a light flick, said, “This.”
In an instant!
The warhorse beneath Witch Moon behaved very uneasily.
PS: Writing until one o’clock at night.
I finally finished seven chapters.
I’m sorry for not being able to finish by twenty-four o’clock.
I don’t want to say too much and co off as pretentious.
I get up at seven o’clock to go to work, and I finish work at five in the evening.
I write a bit during my lunch break.
When I’m at work and there’s nothing to do, I sneak in so writing.
When I co ho in the evening, after eating, I write.
My writing speed has improved from over nine hundred to over a thousand.
Fifteen thousand words every day.
More than a dozen hours.
I really can’t do any more.
I’m tired.
Ti to sleep.
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