"Please step aside."

Kyler Reed slightly bowed and spoke with a smile.

Currently, his attire and appearance were that of a Black Pine League noble.

Far from being as flashy as the three major families, yet equally noble.

The Black Pine League had many members, and such a disguise wouldn't attract attention or contempt.

No one would find it odd that they'd never seen this person before.

The Night's operations were meticulous, far more than just changing one's face.

Before changing their faces, they would investigate the individual to ensure perfection.

After all, each impersonation was a walk on the edge of a knife.

A minor slip, and they'd lose their life.

If it had been someone else in his way, Kyler Reed would have just walked around.

But now, standing in front of him was Lucien Radcliffe.

The daughter Devlin had always relied on.

For revenge, Kyler Reed researched every detail about Devlin.

Previously, it was precisely because of Lucien Radcliffe that he postponed taking action against Devlin until the Boulevard summit.

"Why did you leave?"

Lucien Radcliffe asked coldly.

"Something happened inside, and I was worried it might affect me. May I ask, which area are you from?" Kyler Reed spoke without any change in expression, a basic skill.

Once upon a time, the Night had to train countless children, and only one would survive to the end.

That's how he made it through.

Gabriel Abernathy came through in the same way.

Every Night Fairy blossomed on the corpses of companions, thriving in blood.

Even when facing Lucien Radcliffe, Kyler Reed remained steadfast!

"Nobody else came out, just you?"

Lucien Radcliffe scrutinized him but found no flaws.

"I estimate that eventually, others will come out too. Miss, I advise you to leave quickly; this is a place of trouble and danger." Kyler Reed shook his head and sighed. "Cook Family have colluded with the Boulevard people, and want to assassinate the king, you..."

"What? Did they succeed?" Lucien Radcliffe asked urgently.

She had come with Devlin, always ready to respond.

With Lucien Radcliffe's skills, ordinary people couldn't stop her.

Now something had happened inside, she was deeply concerned.

Even after hearing Granny Xihua's words, Lucien Radcliffe had not wavered.

Instead, she felt even more that her father was great, not easily comprehended.

"Caught, probably dead." Kyler Reed spoke regretfully.

Whoosh!

Upon hearing this, Lucien Radcliffe turned into a white shadow, directly speeding past him, heading towards Neolle Leocadia!

"Whew."

Kyler Reed exhaled deeply, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and quickly vanished around Neolle Leocadia.

...

"West Tower, news came from the Black Pine League that Devlin has been captured."

Inside the former palace of the White Dragon League, Julius Reed was resting in a chair with his eyes closed.

Brant Fairbanks suddenly burst in with urgency.

"Predictable." Julius Reed slightly opened his eyes and spoke calmly.

"Predictable?" This time, it was Brant Fairbanks's turn to be a bit confused.

Who could predict that Devlin, who was with Han Caldwell, would come to the Black Pine League?

Even collaborating with local families, attempting to assassinate the Black Pine League's king?

How was this predictable?

"The news, I had someone spread it." Julius Reed stood up and stretched.

Baylor Davenport immediately came over to pour tea for Brant Fairbanks and him.

Now Baylor Davenport was constantly with Julius Reed, appearing almost like a maid.

But for Brant Fairbanks, he no longer needed Baylor Davenport.

There were many disciples in the academy with that miniature world inside them.

This was the outcome of the Boulevard trip that he never expected.

"Yesterday, someone informed me that Devlin planned to partner with the Cook Family of Black Pine League and assassinate the Black Pine League's king. So, I directed the martial artist who delivered the message to announce it in the king's court."

Standing by the window, Julius Reed looked at the snowy scenery outside and spoke calmly.

This matter did not need to be hidden.

There's no wall under the sky that doesn't let in wind.

But using Julius Reed as a tool could easily backfire.

"How's your health?" Brant Fairbanks was only slightly surprised, not too concerned.

The only thing he worried about was whether West Tower's body could endure.

In theory, the potential ignited by the medicine should have almost burnt out.

And since the miniature world had disappeared, he worried West Tower might die on the journey south to Demarco Mount.

Last night, Brant Fairbanks was sleepless, even considering whether to take West Tower back first.

With the support of so many disciples from the transformed academy, they could certainly seize power!

"I'm fine." Julius Reed glanced at his watch.

After Ragnar Frost returned, he teamed up with Curtis Channing from Black-wind Academy to change the academy's direction.

When Brant Fairbanks returned, it might not go as smoothly.

"Why don't we head back to the academy? We've been out for so long, gained all the fame, and there's no point in continuing to serve Han Caldwell." Brant Fairbanks advised.

He couldn't afford for West Tower to have any mishaps.

Anyone burning their potential was destined to die.

West Tower surviving till now was already a miracle!

"Don't worry, principal, I'm in good health. The East Pavilion side has already established connections with the top of Demarco Mount. Soon, I'll collaborate with him and support you as the Supreme Master." Julius Reed spoke calmly.

This left Brant Fairbanks bewildered.

"West Tower, this is serious business. I think you're more suited for this position." He tentatively suggested.

"I'm not interested." Julius Reed shook his head and strode out of the room. "It's about time; let's prepare to set off."

No matter what, he must reach the Dusty Platform before Han Caldwell.

Meanwhile.

After the assassination turmoil, the Black Pine League had lost its voice in external affairs.

Devlin was imprisoned in the dungeon, and even the white-robed woman who suddenly intruded couldn't rescue him.

Inside Neolle Leocadia!

In the Council Chamber.

"Should it be Demarco Mount or Boulevard, the four royal uncles must make a decision." Declan Marsh sat in the chair, his face stern.

Foreigners, royals, was there no one he could trust?

"Even if we partner with Boulevard, we can't directly surrender. Traditionally, surrendering means you must make the other feel pain!"

Hayden Marsh approached Declan Marsh and bowed deeply. "King, we hope to deploy the Ten Halls of Yama Formation! Summon Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving!"

"Are you sure?" Declan Marsh asked, somewhat fearful. "Mr. Ghost has been imprisoned for over a hundred years; releasing him could bring dire consequences!"

"King, you're overthinking. During the century of Mr. Ghost's imprisonment, we've already refined this formation to trap him. As long as the four of us work together, Mr. Ghost will have to comply. Otherwise, he'll suffer a fate worse than death."

Atticus Marsh said confidently, "Moreover, the High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe is willing to assist us."

"On the condition of ensuring safety, I agree with the royal uncle's decision." Declan Marsh expressed concern.

Mr. Ghost was a legendary figure, notorious for his massacre and menace to the world in former years.

Later, for unknown reasons, he was wounded and fled to the Black Pine League, where various powerhouses jointly subdued and imprisoned him in the deepest dungeon.

Mr. Ghost once claimed.

If he ever sees daylight again, the sun would undoubtedly be red.

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