The originally somewhat angry Taoist showed a fluctuation of emotion on his face upon hearing the four words "Ten Halls of Yama".

This was an instinctive reaction.

But coincidentally, it fell into Julius Reed's eyes.

He did not need the Taoist to answer; he already knew the answer.

"To think, I would unexpectedly encounter a master capable of setting up the Ten Halls of Yama formation here. Introduce yourself, perhaps we are acquainted," Julius Reed did not sheathe his sword, instead letting the blood on the tip slowly drip onto the grass.

The implication was clear, if the elder did not provide a reasonable answer, weapons would clash.

Of course, this was also a provocation.

"You came up without a word and killed my one disciple. Now, you question me?" The Taoist's face was gloomy, and his tone was very dissatisfied, "I want to ask you, by what right?"

"Just by the sword in my hand, is that enough?" Julius Reed slowly raised his longsword, pointing its tip at the Taoist.

The situation was tense!

For a moment, the atmosphere was highly charged.

In the distance, an airplane was burning with raging flames, emitting thick black smoke.

On the ground.

The body of the middle-aged Taoist had not yet gone cold.

His eyes were wide open, as if unable to believe that someone could break his master's Golden Bell Formation.

The young Taoist, however, appeared slightly more composed.

"A sword? Young man, in terms of age, I am older than you. In terms of skills, I am definitely above you! Do you think relying on a sword will work here?" The Taoist sneered, not in a hurry to make a move.

Knowing full well that the Ten Halls of Yama formation was created by himself, someone who dared to speak so rudely either truly had some skills or had a significant backing.

Or, was a madman, or a fool.

The Ten Halls of Yama formation is one of today's top formations!

The person setting up the formation must have an exceptionally high level of control to manipulate the spiritual power of the world and gather it into the formation.

Even someone as strong as Mr. Ghost of the Mountain of Leaving was utterly helpless against the Ten Halls of Yama.

What is a formation?

Using human ability to change the trajectory of spiritual power in the world, then allowing it to operate around an area in a unique way.

This is a formation.

"Young man, I am very curious, what is your family background, to dare kill my disciple Gerrit Harris!" The Taoist pointed to the body on the ground, his tone full of arrogance.

Although this disciple deserved death, it was not for outsiders to take the action.

With that one sentence, Gerrit Harris had already stated his name.

The implication was also very clear.

If the young man's family was not prestigious enough, or his master not weighty enough.

Then today's matter would need to be settled carefully.

"So you're the famed eight-armed Gerrit Harris!" Julius Reed chuckled, "I knew that the Ten Halls of Yama formation could hardly be set by ordinary people. But why are you meddling in the affairs of the Black Pine League when you're fine in the East Sea?"

Julius Reed had, of course, heard of Gerrit Harris.

Formations are the most intricate means, capable of both defense and attack.

However, the vast majority of martial artists do not have the patience and wisdom to study formations.

Thus, while martial artists are many, those who can set formations are few.

And the elites among those who set formations are even rarer.

As it happens, Gerrit Harris is one of them.

Setting formations requires proper control of spiritual power, quick reflexes, and manipulating spiritual power as fine as thread.

In this area, Gerrit Harris is said to be adept, earning him the nickname "Eight-Armed".

The implication being, even the average person with eight arms might not set formations as quickly as Gerrit Harris does.

"Since you know, yet still dare disrespect me, it means your backing is strong." Gerrit Harris raised his hand and clenched it sharply!

A red circle immediately appeared under Julius Reed's feet!

A large amount of spiritual power surged from within the circle, forming a barrier.

Turning a hand to form a formation!

This is a skill only a top master can possess.

"This is drawing the ground as a prison. Young man, if you give me a satisfactory explanation, the old man can let you go today. But if you cannot satisfy me, you shall die under this formation!"

Gerrit Harris stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze filled with coldness. "Running wild in front of me, you'd better weigh if you're qualified!"

It wasn't that no one had ever offended him before, the martial arts world is filled with arrogant individuals, but after hearing his name, those who dared to be so arrogant, the young man in front of him was the first.

But precisely because of this, he was somewhat apprehensive.

Otherwise, with just a wave of his hand, it could have been a killing formation!

Why waste time here?

As for the death of the disciple, he truly didn't care.

As long as Gerrit Harris opened his mouth, countless heroes would be willing to become his apprentice.

The title of one of the top three formation masters in the world wasn't obtained for nothing.

"I must decline." Julius Reed stood within the formation, remarkably calm, "I've always demanded explanations from others; no one has ever dared to demand explanations from me. Gerrit Harris, you still haven't answered my question. Why did you set up the Ten Halls of Yama formation within the Black Pine League!"

"It seems you're provoking the old man. Do you think I dare not strike you down?" While speaking, Gerrit Harris raised his hand and pressed gently!

The red light immediately flashed and in the blink of an eye turned into a green glow!

Changing defense to attack, this was a killing formation!

"I've heard Gerrit Harris's skills rank among the top three formation masters in the world." Julius Reed slowly lifted his finger, lightly tapping within the formation, "Can I ask the old master to evaluate my method, could it rank among the top three?"

The Dragon King Ring shimmered once again.

With each tap of his finger, the glow of the formation dimmed a bit.

After seven taps in succession, Julius Reed swung his longsword!

Crack!

The formation directly shattered!

"Not bad, you have some skill." Gerrit Harris squinted, not feeling relaxed at all.

So young, yet able to break formations so easily, he really couldn't imagine who this young man was!

"The murderous aura on you is the heaviest I've ever seen. At such a young age, how many people have you killed to carry such evil qi? Forgive the old man for being blunt, sooner or later you will be consumed by this evil qi, leading to your destruction!"

As Gerrit Harris spoke, he slowly raised his hands and then pointed sharply!

Boom!

An invisible barrier suddenly appeared between the two!

"Who exactly are you? Are you a disciple of Tennyson One from West Mountain Residence, or a disciple of Drexel Danvers known as Ghost Hand from South Bay?"

Gerrit Harris spoke again.

A talent like this, besides being a direct disciple of the other two top three formation masters besides himself, could never be anyone else!

"Neither." Julius Reed shook his head.

His right foot stepped forward.

As he stepped!

The barrier began to tremble.

"Let me mention one person. Pranay Martinez!" Julius Reed casually mentioned a name.

A flippant answer.

"Pranay Martinez?" Gerrit Harris fell into thought, then abruptly pointed at Julius Reed, "You're a disciple of Pranay Martinez! No wonder, no wonder! When someone said Pranay Martinez changed the course of the world after defeating the Holy Master at the peak of the Snow Mountain, the old man didn't believe it back then!"

When he looked at Julius Reed again, his gaze was entirely different.

"But even if you're Pranay Martinez's disciple, you must still give me an explanation!"

Gerrit Harris made a hand seal, and sharply pulled!

Hum!

A golden formation once again surrounded Julius Reed!

Upon closer look, the formation seemed to be countless golden sword blades!

"Pranay Martinez is the Mountain Lord, how could he possibly leave his residence to go to the peak of the Snow Mountain?" Julius Reed, who was ready to make a move, couldn't help but pause.

When he coincidentally met Pranay Martinez in the cave back then, wasn't that guy unable to come out?

It wasn't until Jesse River entered the cave that Pranay Martinez was freed.

"The Mountain Lord is naturally the Mountain Lord, but that mountain could not confine Pranay Martinez! However, few know about Pranay Martinez. But among those who do, everyone has heard one sentence. That is 'Pranay Martinez built with iron, Mountain Lord flowing like water!'"

At this, Gerrit Harris said somewhat unexpectedly, "What, you don't even understand your own master? Are you really Pranay Martinez's disciple?"

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