"So this Ghost Tribe's damned High Priest looks like this! Always pretending to be mystical, and you're scheming against my Black Pine League!" Hercules Marsh angrily brandished his longsword and charged straight towards the man in blue at the door.

"Today, I'm gonna give you a proper lesson!"

With that said, he raised his longsword and smashed it down!

A mystical psychic surely can't have strong physical abilities.

With Gerrit Harris's help, Hercules Marsh was fully confident he could injure the opponent!

He was pondering how to capture the High Priest and lock him up with the Holy Maiden to see what kind of plot the Ghost Tribe had.

Unexpectedly, the opponent delivered himself!

The sword descended!

This was the strike of a Great Grandmaster!

Electric light swirled around the blade, making the air emit a sharp whistling sound.

The man in blue sidestepped to evade, his left hand directly clasping Hercules Marsh's wrist, giving it a sudden squeeze!

Crack!

It was the sound of bones shattering!

A dignified Great Grandmaster, with physical qualities that ordinary martial artists could not reach!

Yet he was crushed by the opponent in one go!

"Such trash dares to make a fool of himself in front of me?" The man in blue thrust out his right hand, lightly pointing his finger at Hercules Marsh's chest!

Thud!

Hercules Marsh flew backward, heavily crashing onto the ground.

The sword in his hand also flew out of his grip.

"Puh!"

Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face was full of pain.

"Who are you!" Hercules Marsh extended his hand, pointing at the man in blue, his eyes filled with fear: "You're not the High Priest!"

A psychic absolutely shouldn't have such strong physical abilities!

There are as many Grandmasters as dogs now, but not many Great Grandmasters wandering around!

But, once you step into the realm of Great Grandmasters, it becomes a watershed!

Even among Great Grandmasters, the disparity can be heaven and earth!

Gerrit Harris is also a Great Grandmaster, being fully capable of taking on the four Marsh brothers in a battle by himself!

"Who am I? Are you even worthy of asking?" The man in blue licked the snake's tongue and stepped forward!

In an instant, he appeared ten meters away, in front of Hercules Marsh.

Then.

He lifted one foot, gently stepping down.

"Stop!"

Gerrit Harris pointed with his right hand, several spirit talismans flying out!

The man in blue sensed danger, immediately turning and throwing out the black snake in his hand!

Bang!

Several explosions sounded!

The black snake was directly shattered, but the spirit talismans also vanished.

These spirit talismans were soaked with abundant spiritual herbs, each talisman paper containing spiritual power.

Crack!

The black snake temporarily resisted the talisman paper, but the man in blue's right foot had already stepped down.

Hercules Marsh's leg was completely broken.

"Injure my brother!" Konrad Marsh and Hayden Marsh drew their weapons, preparing to rush forward. "Everyone, surround the Neolle Leocadia!"

The East Sea demon shouted loudly.

"Everyone? Where are they?" The man in blue still had one foot on Hercules Marsh's leg, not taking it off. "Those outside have long been dead. But rest assured, they died peacefully, as my snake only needed to bite once, and they were gone."

After these words, the inner hall fell into silence.

Though in pain, Hercules Marsh, a Great Grandmaster, gritted his teeth, trying not to make a sound.

While Konrad Marsh and Hayden Marsh were immersed in shock.

Outside the inner hall, they had arranged many guards.

Yet all of them were silently eliminated?

"Impossible!" Hayden Marsh shook his head, striding out of the inner hall.

But as soon as he took two steps, he saw the neatly placed corpses of dozens of Grandmaster martial artist guards on the steps.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

He was so frightened that he fell to the ground, his face as white as paper.

"Old man, still holding on? Spit the blood out; it'll be good for you." The man in blue gently twisted his foot, causing the veins on Hercules Marsh's face to throb, almost breaking down!

Puh!

Finally.

Gerrit Harris, leaning against a pillar, spat out a mouthful of black blood.

"Snake venom! Indeed domineering!" He gasped for breath, simultaneously forming a seal with his hands, erecting a formation in front of himself.

"As expected from Gerrit Harris. Even in such a state, he can still perform a formation. Fine, I'll speak plainly." The man in blue removed his foot from Hercules Marsh, turning around to face Gerrit Harris.

He extended his hand, lightly touching the formation.

Sizzle!

Immediately, the flowing spiritual energy outside the formation began to tremble.

The man quickly withdrew his finger, putting it in his mouth.

"A bit painful." The man in blue chuckled, suddenly pointing at Hercules Marsh and others: "They betrayed the Holy Lord, deserving death. But if you're willing to serve the Holy Lord, I won't kill you, nor will I kill them."

"Holy Lord? Are you one of Julius Reed's men?" Lillian Tompson in the corner was somewhat excited.

The Holy Lord's subordinates were strong like clouds. It was unexpected that they had already reached the Black Pine League's Neolle Leocadia.

"Julius Reed? What does he count for! The current Holy Lord is Cold Nelson! You killed Demarco Mount's envoy, which is contempt for the Holy Lord! Now, the Holy Lord sent me to eliminate you and reclaim the Black Pine League into the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance."

Lillian Tompson was stunned.

But upon thinking about it, it also made sense.

"Young lady, who are you?" The man in blue approached Lillian Tompson, lifting her chin and scrutinizing: "I haven't seen you before, but it seems you're not with them."

"Of course, they captured me, and I wish to kill them!" Lillian Tompson turned and freed herself from the man's hand: "Take your hand away."

"What if I don't?" The man in blue smiled and asked.

"Then I'll kill you!"

A voice came from outside the door.

Everyone in the hall turned, looking at the door.

A young man in white strode into the hall.

"I'm Julius Reed, and anyone who dares to touch her, I'll wipe out their nine generations!" Julius Reed said coldly, folding his hands behind his back.

His tone carried undeniable majesty!

"Holy Lord?" Lillian Tompson was somewhat elated!

The Holy Lord actually came?

Yet upon thinking about how to face him, she turned, showing signs of struggle.

"Julius Reed!" Gerrit Harris, poisoned by the snake, relied on the protection of the formation to sit and breathe.

Yet upon seeing the former Holy Lord emerge, he was very surprised.

It was said that Julius Reed wasn't with Han Caldwell, leading the Boulevard's elite force, heading straight to the Dusty Platform?

How could he suddenly appear here?

"Is he the former Holy Lord?" Konrad Marsh and others, having never seen Julius Reed, had to ask their master.

"Indeed, this is the last Holy Lord of Demarco Mount." Though surprised, Gerrit Harris was contemplating whether to activate the Ten Halls Yama Formation.

With him here, no need to make the man in blue consume anything to trap him.

"Knowing it's me, release the person quickly!" Julius Reed pointed at the man in blue: "Submit to me, or I'll kill you."

This arrogant remark made the Marsh family uneasy.

But the man in blue, after a brief moment of surprise, suddenly laughed loudly.

He pointed at Julius Reed, shaking his head: "Interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black snake from the blue man's sleeve flew out!

'Julius Reed' dodged, but he didn't expect there were two snakes!

Another snake hidden beneath the visible one fell directly on him!

The illusion shattered.

Davion fell to the ground, clutching the black snake in panic.

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