Dust clouds rolled, and warhorses neighed.

The martial artists from Boulevard Mountain were all seasoned masters.

Among them, many were founders of their own sects.

In the martial arts world, controlling a sect far surpasses the wealth of billionaires in the mortal world.

Yet, even they had never witnessed such a grand and overwhelming scene.

Who could have imagined that an extraordinarily opulent palace would be dragged here by warhorses into this desolate land?

Just the sight of thousands of warhorses galloping was enough to leave one in awe.

Moreover, the entirety of the grand hall, which was jet black, exuded an air of solemnity and majesty.

It invoked a sense of dread just by gazing at it.

Yet desire emboldens the heart.

The martial artists from Boulevard Mountain, after witnessing the interaction between the Black Pine League's king and the West Tower, almost concluded that this was merely a staged play.

The grander the spectacle, the more it seemed like a paper tiger.

All for show, to intimidate.

Not to be taken seriously.

After all, dogs that bite do not bark.

"Listen, you people opposite us."

Suddenly.

Someone stood atop the palace, and their voice quickly spread.

The Boulevard Mountain martial artists pulled their warhorses to a stop, looking towards the top of the palace.

"Who is it?"

The leader questioned loudly.

They were determined to claim this glory.

No one else could have it!

"Everyone, if you want to join my Black Pine League, pass this test first!" Atticus Marsh stood at the palace top, one hand behind his back, the other pointing at the palace beneath his feet: "Whoever can pass through this hall, my Black Pine League will make him king!"

"Is there really such a good thing?"

The Boulevard Mountain martial artists were evidently skeptical.

But since the words were said, they were eager to earn merits and establish a career; no one minded giving it a try.

"Brothers, shall we go and try?"

The leading Great Grandmasters talked with interest.

One of them turned around, just in time to see Julius Reed and Declan Marsh chatting casually, further confirming that this was just an act.

Palace?

The palace was large, but what could be hidden inside?

Masters?

An army?

At a glance, the palace doors were wide open.

Vast and empty.

No one at all.

"Smoke and mirrors! Let's go!"

The five leading Great Grandmasters spurred their horses, leading the martial artists straight toward the palace.

"Boy, your Black Pine League is rebelling." Julius Reed, mounted on a horse, pointed at Atticus Marsh atop the palace and said to Declan Marsh: "Even saying something about crowning a king, it's outright treason."

"In their eyes, I am merely a puppet, a mascot. Pushing me forward is simply because they have no better way to replace me. Moreover, they use me to counterbalance those family powers."

Declan Marsh saw it clearly, speaking in a very calm tone: "If I had no value, I would have died long ago."

"Do you know about this Ten Halls of Yama formation?" Julius Reed wasn't interested in the Black Pine League's mess but was intrigued by the formation.

No wonder someone dared to release Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving; it was to use this Ten Halls of Yama to suppress him!

"I don't know." Declan Marsh shook his head, his brow furrowing.

Some things, he had only heard about.

He didn't know them in detail.

As the king of Black Pine League, he should know these secrets, but the four royal uncles seemed unwilling to share the secrets that only a king should know.

"Did any Taoists ever come to your Black Pine League back then?" Julius Reed stared intently at the palace, curiously asking.

Back then, when Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving was heavily injured and captured, he had only arranged Mr. River to set up a Nine-buliding Rivers and Mountains Array.

He hadn't set up a Ten Halls of Yama formation.

As for the reason, it was simply unnecessary.

Merely containing Mr. Ghost with the Nine-buliding Rivers and Mountains Array was more than enough.

The Ten Halls of Yama is a profound formation, not something an ordinary person can set up.

Could it be that the Black Pine League made advanced preparations back then and invited experts to set up this formation?

But there are only a handful of people in the world capable of setting up this formation.

Who could it be?

Was their purpose truly to trap Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving?

"Taoists? I've never heard of it." Declan Marsh recalled, completely without any impression.

Before becoming king, he rarely dealt with political matters.

"Is it really that powerful? I've heard others mention that this formation can trap Mr. Ghost." Declan Marsh looked at Julius Reed, hoping to get some answers.

"The Ten Halls of Yama is one of the most complex and profound killing formations in the world. I'll tell you more when there's time." Seeing a Grandmaster entering the hall, Julius Reed stopped speaking.

"Principal, if we don't go, we'll get nothing but scraps."

"Exactly! We, from the West Tower, are commanders—this opportunity can't be left entirely to outsiders."

"Yes, Black Pine League is not like White Dragon League; whoever makes great contributions in Black Pine League will have a promising future. This is also an opportunity to showcase the prestige of the Ocean Academy."

Seeing others ready to gain merits, the people from Ocean Academy became anxious.

Even Brant Fairbanks was stirred to action.

He turned and walked to Julius Reed: "West Tower, shall we also…"

"What for? To get killed?" Julius Reed shook his head: "Trust me, within five minutes, those people will all be corpses."

"By this shabby building?" Brant Fairbanks turned to look, clearly in disbelief.

Those are Great Grandmasters; how could they be trapped by a mere building?

It seemed utterly ridiculous.

"Watch." Julius Reed did not elaborate further, not even wanting to explain.

Inside the palace!

Those Great Grandmasters rode in, looking around.

No one?

Empty?

"Hey! What's Black Pine League playing at? Stop pretending to be ghosts and goblins! We grandpas have come in!"

The leading Great Grandmaster shouted.

His name was Pratik Will, a Sect Leader from below Boulevard Mountain.

This time, at the invitation of Han Caldwell, he brought people to join Boulevard Mountain, ready to earn merits.

"Come out! Is anyone here!" Pratik Will shouted again, excitedly roaring: "Search! If no one's here, tear down this broken hall and annihilate Black Pine League!"

Before the words fell, some Grandmasters were already riding their horses and running in all directions.

But suddenly!

A black shadow flashed!

One Great Grandmaster couldn't stop his warhorse in time, directly colliding with the shadow!

Bam!

A simple collision!

That Great Grandmaster, along with his horse, was directly smashed into a blood mist, turning into a puddle of blood!

"What… what happened!"

The Grandmasters who witnessed the scene were straight out scared witless.

That was a Great Grandmaster!

An existence they couldn't even aspire to!

And he was gone in just one encounter?

"Be careful!"

Pratik Will stood as if facing a great enemy!

He sensed an unprecedented danger!

This was the aura of an unparalleled mighty one!

The martial artists, who thought they would make a superficial gesture and earn merits, quickly huddled together, each with a pale face.

They couldn't even see it happen clearly, and they had already lost a Great Grandmaster.

The fear in their hearts was unimaginable!

Just as everyone was on edge!

A martial artist abruptly flew up, hovering in the air!

Bam!

The martial artist didn't even have time to scream before he exploded!

"Who's there!"

Pratik Will finally couldn't hold back.

This wasn't just any master!

Inside the hall, who in the world could it be!

"I can't stay here, I have to get out!" A martial artist, emotionally broken, turned and ran towards the palace doors.

But suddenly!

A black shadow appeared at the entrance.

A punch was thrown!

Crack.

The martial artist halted, incredulously lowering his head.

The fist had already pierced through his body.

Blood splattered all over.

What he saw last were a pair of worn-out slippers.

And black nails.

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