Chapter 961: Chapter 961 Rogan Harsh Erges Chapter 961: Chapter 961 Rogan Harsh Erges Not until the three people and two horses left,
did the mbers of the martial arts association on the training ground
slowly co back to their senses.
They looked up at the golden dragon-swallowing-sun flag fluttering in the wind above the Lighting Building,
feeling their hearts unable to calm down for a long ti.
“Is…
is it that flag?”
Soone suddenly rembered.
On that day, when Julius Reed slashed Charmy Kims at Brighton Lake—
It seed to be this golden dragon-swallowing-sun flag that floated in the air!
Just that monts ago, a single person with a longsword was too shocking.
Moreover, after Charmy Kims died in battle, the martial arts association, feeling they had lost face, collectively withdrew.
This caused very few people to take notice of this matter.
“Hurry and check on the president!”
The directors, unwilling to give up, dragged their legs—now weak with fear—and quickly ran over.
But in the center of the training ground, Jerry Anderson was already dead.
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In front of him, a six-star badge fell to the ground, stained with blood and covered in dust.
At this mont, fa, power, and wealth seed incredibly ironic.
The fa and wealth that Jerry Anderson pursued—
All were left behind in the world.
The only thing lost was his life.
“The tides have turned.”
A director sat collapsed on the ground, staring blankly at the flag.
Atop Jade Mountain,
Rogan Harsh sat cross-legged, cultivating his mind and body.
“Master, Nelson’s identity has been ascertained,”
said a figure that flashed by and disappeared in an instant.
“Who is it?”
“Azure Mountain, the Holy Maiden!”
“What!”
Rogan Harsh suddenly opened his eyes, looking sowhat troubled.
This was very rare for soone who had been around the block and always cultivated his mind.
“That fiancé of Nelson…”
Azure Mountain, the combative sect!
Although not a native of Huaxia, they had a significant reputation within the sect world.
This also perfectly explained why a re young lady could fight Jerry Anderson to a standstill.
“No information on this person.”
The voice ca from nowhere, sounding sowhat deep: “The only information we could get is that the Holy Maiden of Azure Mountain has descended the mountain to search for her husband.
We know nothing else.”
“Imdiately send soone to notify Jerry Anderson to avoid drawing attention!”
Rogan Harsh stood up, looking at the budding trees outside the window with so concern: “You and Lily go to the martial arts association and ensure Jerry Anderson is brought back safely.”
“If we encounter the Holy Maiden…”
Asked the voice.
Azure Mountain, it wasn’t a place that could be easily offended.
If provoked, it would be relentless.
“Even though Azure Mountain is formidable, I, Rogan Harsh, am not a vegetarian!
Even if she is the Holy Maiden, if she wants to kill my disciple, she must ask whether I agree!”
As he spoke, Rogan Harsh was full of pride.
So what if it’s a combative sect?
If you want to fight, then fight!
“Yes!”
Swoosh!
A figure flashed by and instantly disappeared from the room.
“Azure Mountain…
since when does the Holy Maiden of Azure Mountain have a fiancé?”
Rogan Harsh closed his eyes, beginning to ponder incessantly.
The Holy Maiden’s appearance in Huaxia ant there must be sothing significant afoot!
He even suspected that this was rely a smoke screen by Azure Mountain.
The search for a husband was fake; there must be a conspiracy behind it!
Swoosh.
Another figure flashed by.
“Why have you returned?”
asked Rogan Harsh.
The person who had co was the very disciple who had just left.
“A ssage has co from the headquarters of Southern City’s martial arts association.”
The voice was sowhat mournful: “Half an hour ago, the president of the martial arts association, Jerry Anderson, was slain by Seven Clouds Academy on the training ground.”
“Say that again!”
Rogan Harsh’s beard bristled, and his body emitted the aura of thunderous wrath!
His beloved disciple had been killed?
“Master, Jerry Anderson is dead.
The killer is Seven Clouds Academy,”
the voice was very deep.
“Seven Clouds Academy!
Nelson actually has ties with Seven Clouds Academy!
Good!
Good!
Good!”
Rogan Harsh said ‘good’ thrice, a smile showing on his face: “Four years ago, Seven Clouds Academy fell!
Today, I will make it fall a second ti!”
“Should we investigate Seven Clouds Academy…”
asked the disciple.
“No need to investigate the murder of my beloved disciple,”
Rogan Harsh slowly walked out of the room, standing in the courtyard.
The courtyard was vast.
Thousands of square ters.
In the very center stood an erected sculpture.
It was a great sword cast from steel-reinforced concrete.
Over ten ters tall!
From a distance, its edge looked sharp and exposed!
“Grandmaster, are you truly going to co out of retirent?”
Five figures suddenly appeared behind him!
Red, blue, green, black, white!
The five people wore robes of different colors, standing in a row with precision!
“Jade Mountain was built with Jerry Anderson’s money.
He was very filial, respecting his teachers and valuing the way,”
Rogan Harsh’s tone was filled with barely concealable sorrow: “But now, he is no more.
How can I cultivate in peace on this mountain if I do not act?”
He bowed his head, sighing deeply.
Things change, people are lost.
Last night, they were still sitting here, exchanging ideas.
But now, they were worlds apart.
“Your appearance will surely cause a sensation,”
Lily said gravely, “After all, you have been dead for ten years.”
He was clad in blue, the second disciple of Rogan Harsh.
The four others beside him, according to the colors of their robes, were Blood Red, Forest Green, Pitch Black, and Pure White!
These five were all renowned figures on the Grandmasters List!
“Your disciple could act on your behalf,”
Blood Red stepped forward, clasping his fists, his tone filled with murderous intent.
“As the eldest brother, it is my duty!”
“No,”
Rogan Harsh shook his head, slowly raising one hand.
His eyes fixated on the palm of his hand.
“Master, please reconsider!”
Blood Red roared in a muffled voice.
“Please think thrice!”
The other four likewise raised their voices.
“My mind is made up,”
Rogan Harsh lifted his head, slowly extending his palm.
Crack!
The sound of concrete shattering echoed through the air.
In the sky, there arose a cloud of dust.
Then, the towering Longsword began to crack!
“Grandmaster!”
All five shouted in unison.
Bang!
Rogan Harsh waved his sleeve, and the Longsword shattered into fragnts, blasting into pieces.
A whirlwind kicked up as the dust rose, sweeping sand and stones across the air.
Blowing away the cloud of dust.
Then tranquility returned.
A Longsword, glinting with golden light, stood at the center of the courtyard.
“Ten years ago, the entire world knew that the Grandmaster was dead!
If you co down from the mountain today…”
“Those who stop will die,”
Rogan Harsh grasped the Longsword in his hand, his expression calm.
“Ten years ago, faced with the rising power of Mad Dragon, I was forced into a corner and had to feign death.”
He narrowed his eyes, smiling: “Ten years later, I shall personally destroy the Seven Clouds Academy!
And the Divine Dragon Tripod that was taken from , I will take it all back.”
Having said this, Rogan Harsh took his sword and descended from the mountain!
…
In the urban area of Nathaniel City, a chain hotel,
Julius Reed lay on the bed, his complexion pale.
He stared at the Dragon King Ring on his hand, lost in thought.
It was in Gonzalez City that the mysterious person in black had appeared and put the ring on his finger.
That was what caused Julius Reed to recover his mory.
Even though those mories were fragnted.
He had a vivid recollection of the intense sensation of an electric shock flooding his brain the mont he touched the ring.
That feeling was strange.
Although the ring provided him with mories and energy,
Julius Reed distinctly felt that his personality had beco sowhat peculiar.
At the very least, he seldom killed in the past.
Especially during his duel with Jerry Anderson, it was the first ti he hadn’t deliberately suppressed the strange power within the ring.
While his abilities significantly increased, that overwhelming killing intent beca a part of his blood.
It was a close call.
Just by a hair’s breadth.
The entire Martial Arts Association could have been littered with corpses.
“What secrets do you still hold?”
Julius Reed gazed at the ring on his hand, slowly closing his eyes.
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