When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.

With Vidal Leopold slain, those in the Imperial Guard were quickly remounting, preparing to flee.

Even Declan Marsh was left behind.

No one cared for this king.

Prosperity and riches are good, but staying alive is better.

The dead have no opportunity to spend and indulge.

But in front of the Master, it's never a place where you can come and go as you please.

Julius Reed leapt into the air!

Longsword in hand, he swept across!

Streaks of Sword Qi, like brilliant rainbows, cut through the dawn!

Cutting down those Imperial Guardsmen, one by one, from their mounts.

"Who... who are you?" Declan Marsh was completely stunned.

The elites of the Black Pine League, none were likely this formidable.

Those once imperious and strong Imperial Guards seemed like paper, pierced through in an instant.

As the King of the Black Pine League, it was Declan Marsh's first time experiencing such a shock.

"West Tower." Julius Reed withdrew his Yin-Yang, picked up the fallen Black Dragon Sword from the ground, and handed it to Declan Marsh: "In times of chaos, a benevolent ruler is needed. I will take care of Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving. You must also prepare to be the King of your Black Pine League."

"You are West Tower?" A flash of joy passed through Declan Marsh's eyes.

"Yes and no." Julius Reed stood before him, smiling faintly: "Who I am is not important. What matters is that you have a benevolent heart. I hope this heart remains unchanged."

After a brief moment of excitement, Declan Marsh wore a bitter expression: "You are strong, but the terror of Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving is beyond your imagination..."

"I know him." Julius Reed interrupted Declan Marsh.

Just a defeated opponent, what waves can he stir?

Back in the day, no matter how peak Mr. Ghost was at the Mountain of Leaving, wasn't he still knocked down by a single sword of mine?

Moreover, after being locked away for a century, who knows what state he's in now.

"You don't understand!" Declan Marsh stubbornly insisted: "You are a strong warrior, but I must remind you, never underestimate him! Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving is the most terrifying martial artist I have ever seen. It's said he is only one step away from enlightenment!"

Strong warriors tend to be arrogant and underestimate their foes.

He didn't want West Tower to fall to Mr. Ghost due to negligence.

Even though Declan Marsh knew saying such a thing might offend someone.

He didn't care.

Someone who doesn't even care about a throne, what else is worth caring about?

"Are you afraid?"

Julius Reed suddenly asked.

"Yes."

Though Declan Marsh didn't know why the other suddenly asked such a question, he still answered truthfully.

"Fear is normal. Head north, seek out those martial artists from Boulevard. They will safely escort you back to the Black Pine League." Julius Reed finished, turning to leave.

"What's the use of fear? Born as a King, one must die with the dignity of a King. I will go with you, face Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving with you! If you die because of me, I will not live alone!"

Declan Marsh sheathed the Black Dragon Sword, and there was a sudden revelation on his face.

"Wasn't Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving trapped by the Grand Formation? Did your Black Pine League release him?"

Julius Reed did not reject but felt some fondness for this young monarch.

"If I recall correctly, with the Nine Tripods Town Mountain Rivers, Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving couldn't possibly escape."

The formation back then, he had Mr. River set it up.

Though not as terrifying as imprisoning the Emperor Master, it was more than enough to suppress Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving.

The Emperor Master's Nine Tripods were the real deal!

To break it, the Divine Dragon Tripod was needed to absorb those fortuitous events.

But trapping Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving was only symbolic with the Nine Tripods.

As long as the source of the fortune was cut off, the formation could be broken.

Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving could get out only if there was a traitor within the Black Pine League.

Considering Declan Marsh, as the Alliance Hierarch, yet still being chased by his own Imperial Guard, he could well guess what had happened.

Human desires are utterly boundless.

"Let's wait until dawn, then we'll head over together." Julius Reed walked near the corpses, picked out a few wine flasks, and tossed one to Declan Marsh. "Have a drink."

The sky gradually lightened.

By the time the martial artists from Boulevard arrived, Julius Reed was chatting with Declan Marsh.

Seeing the ground strewn with corpses, Brant Fairbanks immediately rushed over, concerned: "West Tower, what happened here?"

The other martial artists also gathered around.

The ground littered with bodies indicated a battle had occurred.

And who was this young man standing before them?

"Allow me to introduce, the King of the Black Pine League." Julius Reed pointed at Declan Marsh, placing the wine flask on the ground and standing up.

"Now, I'll briefly explain the situation with the Black Pine League. Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving has been released by them and intends to target us. The situation might be a bit severe."

Upon hearing this, everyone began murmuring among themselves.

The Black Pine League was in big trouble!

Even the Alliance Hierarch had been expelled.

"My opinion is, let's stay put. Once I've dealt with Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving and eliminated the obstacles, then you can proceed." Julius Reed said.

"He's trying to deceive us! What if West Tower and the Black Pine League's king have some secret deal?"

"All the credit will go to his Ocean Academy, and we won't get a damn thing! We mustn't let him succeed!"

"Using that bullshit Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving to scare us! Is he really that formidable?"

The martial arts world is vast, and some have forgotten about Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving.

Some have only heard, but never seen Mr. Ghost's skills.

After over a century, how formidable can a near-forgotten figure be?

The martial arts world holds an unfavored tradition: undermining the old for the new.

Almost all martial artists believed West Tower was pulling the wool over their eyes.

Trying to hog all the glory!

"West Tower, you're the commanding officer; how could you charge in alone all the time? This matter, let us handle it!"

Someone stood up, patting his chest: "Hope you won't hinder us brothers from making a name for ourselves!"

"Indeed, I agree! It's the White Dragon Alliance; your Ocean Academy always gets all the glory. The Black Pine League should at least let us brothers have a taste!"

It seemed everyone directed their frustrations at Julius Reed.

Just as Brant Fairbanks was about to speak, Julius Reed stopped him. "Since that's the case, let's go with everyone's opinion. You go ahead, and I'll cover the rear, alright?"

He honestly couldn't understand, why did people rush to their deaths as if in a queue?

"Then we thank the commanding officer for the opportunity!" The martial artists were overjoyed, seemingly unable to wait to make their mark, and quickly mounted their horses and sped off!

They were convinced of one thing.

With the King of the Black Pine League discussing here with West Tower, it meant the Black Pine League must be on Boulevard's side!

This journey would certainly be unobstructed!

Julius Reed also mounted, following behind the group.

They traveled about a hundred li.

The martial artists at the front halted.

In the distance, there were thousands of war horses, pulling a palace, galloping towards them!

Dust clouds rolled!

The sound of hooves shook the ground.

"What's this madness?" The leading martial artist furrowed his brows, unable to decipher the intention of the other side.

"Who cares! Charge! This head achievement, we must claim it!"

A few exchanged glances and charged forward on horseback!

Seeing some taking the lead, the remaining martial artists eagerly followed, afraid to fall a step behind!

The war horses slowly came to a stop.

The pitch-black palace stood towering before everyone.

"Ten Halls of Yama?" Julius Reed squinted his eyes, staring directly at the grand hall.

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