"Lillian, I can't possibly let you live."

Davion lay on the ground, blood at the corner of his mouth, yet he was still smiling happily.

No sorrow can compare to a dead heart.

His heart had died long ago.

"Be buried with my brother!" Hayden Marsh's eyes brimmed with murderous intent as he thrust the Longsword forward!

"Wait!"

Just as the blade was about to pierce Lillian Tompson's chest, she suddenly spoke up.

"What more do you have to say?" Hayden Marsh halted his actions, the sword tip suspended in the air.

His brother's corpse remained unburied, fueling his rage.

"Fine, I also want to live." Lillian Tompson turned around, giving Davion a cold glance: "It was him, he wanted to let me go. Otherwise, how could I walk with three silver needles sealed by your master in me?"

"This..." Konrad Marsh fell into thought.

That's almost certainly the case.

Both were well aware of Gerrit Harris's skills.

If nobody helped her, Lillian Tompson could never have escaped on her own!

"You're falsely accusing me!" Davion's face turned ghostly pale, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, raising his hands: "It wasn't me, truly it wasn't!"

"Enough, War God." Lillian Tompson sneered, tilting her head back: "You just want to kill me to silence me and steal the arm for yourself. Who would've thought you'd use this trick of borrowing someone else's knife to kill? You said you'd let me go, and now you regret it?"

"Lillian Tompson, are you trying to drag me down with you? You wicked woman!" Davion's eyes burned with hatred!

"You two..." Hayden Marsh took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "Then both of you die!"

"If we die, you'll never learn that secret. Remember, whether he dies or I die, you can't be sure if the secret is true." Lillian Tompson spoke calmly: "The War God wants to infiltrate your ranks, deceive, and use you to claim the arm for himself."

"Courting death!" Konrad Marsh strode over and kicked Davion with full force! "Daring to scheme against us!"

Bang!

Several consecutive kicks left Davion coughing up blood.

His body was already weak, how could he withstand such a blow?

"What now?" After the beating, Konrad Marsh looked at Hayden Marsh.

"Lock them up first. Wait for the master's decision." Hayden Marsh sighed.

They were all intrigued by this secret, and Lillian Tompson's reasoning was sound; keeping one alive wouldn't affirm the secret's authenticity.

If they're being schemed...

After all, people of this rank and status are seldom virtuous.

Being schemed against is common.

"Guards!" Hayden Marsh shouted, and immediately, a dozen guards rushed in.

"Watch them for me, if anyone moves, kill them!" Hayden Marsh struck Lillian Tompson's left shoulder, driving a silver pin in.

Lillian Tompson felt her body go limp, collapsing instantly.

"Activate formation!" Konrad Marsh extended his sword, crashing it into Hayden Marsh's.

A flow of energy began to circle above!

Clang!

The two Longswords plunged into the ground, forming a formation around them.

Having studied under Gerrit Harris, they had considerable skill in establishing formations.

Ensuring no chance of failure, Hayden Marsh once again instructed the Grandmaster guards.

Only then did he leave in anger.

"Lillian, why bother? In the end, you didn't leave after all? Rest assured, if I die, I'll certainly drag you down with me. Haha..." Davion leaned against the wall, laughing loudly.

Lillian Tompson said nothing, closed her eyes, and began to rest.

...

Outside Neolle Leocadia!

Seventy miles!

Sycamore Forest!

In early spring, the trees had not yet sprouted.

The snow on the ground had melted.

Revealing the fallen leaves from before.

In the moonlight, visibility was tough, but the Grandmasters could see within a hundred meters.

The Martial Artists from Boulevard were too scared to travel by day.

The battle with Mr. Ghost from Mountain of Leaving had terrified them thoroughly.

Several Great Grandmasters were slaughtered as if they were vegetables.

Only after Julius Reed confirmed there was no danger during the day did they follow slowly behind.

And they collectively decided to travel only at night!

Night travel is safe.

Daytime always has mishaps.

In the vast Sycamore Forest, an eerie atmosphere always lingered.

Of course, Grandmasters don't believe in ghosts and gods.

They absorb the essence of heaven and earth, sun, and moon, to forge strong bodies.

In their hearts, there's only martial arts!

This vast forest, along with decent moonlight, minimizes the danger.

As long as there are enemies nearby, they can immediately be discovered.

Situations like daytime, just run when anyone is seen; even if there are ten Mr. Ghosts from Mountain of Leaving, what can they do?

Julius Reed rode a white horse, with Declan Marsh bringing up the rear.

Conversely, those Martial Artists from Boulevard hesitated during the day, but at night, they couldn't wait to travel a thousand miles.

Brant Fairbanks was busy studying the secret techniques in the Heaven and Earth Wonder Book, and had no intention of chatting with Julius Reed.

"How much farther to Neolle Leocadia?" A black-robed Great Grandmaster rode alongside a white-robed expert, chatting leisurely.

"Let me see." The white-robed expert took out an electronic map from his chest, examined it carefully, and said: "A few dozen kilometers more."

"With our pace, we'll reach Neolle Leocadia in two or three hours then?" The black-robed Great Grandmaster felt a bit uneasy: "Perhaps we should talk to the West Tower to stop outside first? Neolle Leocadia isn't safe; best to maintain a ten-kilometer distance."

Neolle Leocadia, after all, is the Black Pine League's military center!

Though they defeated Atticus Marsh and slew many Black Pine League soldiers, such losses aren't enough to eliminate their might.

According to Declan Marsh, there are still three princes inside Neolle Leocadia, along with the leaders of several prominent families.

The ambitions of these Grandmasters from Boulevard had long been extinguished at the border by Mr. Ghost from Mountain of Leaving.

A state of hyper-alertness wouldn't be an exaggeration.

"You're right, it's not safe to advance further." The white-robed expert nodded, glancing behind, and lowered his voice: "Hey guys, after fifty more miles, shall we suggest to the commander to stop and rest?"

"The commander said during the day, he wants a night raid. I gather we're eighty percent heading straight to Neolle Leocadia!"

"Indeed, we've been timid during the day; if we shrink back at night too, isn't that losing face? You're all long-established experts..."

"Face isn't more important than life! If there's a night raid tonight, let him go by himself!" said the black-robed Great Grandmaster, suddenly raising his hand to signal everyone to stop!

In the forest a hundred meters away.

Stood a person.

"An enemy?" The white-robed expert narrowed his eyes, uncertain.

"One. Only one!" The man in black sized up, prodding his war horse forward another fifty meters. "Whoa, it's a dame!"

Fifty meters away stood a woman in a cheongsam.

He didn't need to say more; the foremost five or six experts also noticed she was a woman.

In a red cheongsam, lips painted red against her fair skin.

Further back, there was no one.

"What danger can a woman pose?" The white-robed expert dismounted, approached the woman, and couldn't help but marvel internally, she was indeed a beauty.

"Miss, I am War God in White, Dwight Michael." Dwight Michael bowed slightly.

"I am Black Tornado, Stetson Davenport." The black-robed Great Grandmaster also leaned over, his face lit with excitement.

A woman, in the wilderness.

Could there be a story?

But at this moment, the woman suddenly laughed.

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