"Ghost Martial Tribe?"

Declan Marsh stood up and politely nodded, "Uncle, I have not been on the throne long and am not well acquainted with the various alliances. This Ghost Martial Tribe…"

He truly had never heard of them.

"Your Majesty need not be so indirect; our Ghost Martial Tribe is a hidden clan. It is perfectly normal for you not to have heard of us. If you had, it would be quite strange instead."

Lillian Tompson explained with a smile.

"Ah, no wonder, no wonder." Declan Marsh didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward, which made him somewhat embarrassed.

A hidden clan?

When did the Black Pine League get involved with a hidden clan?

Moreover, why would a hidden clan have spies in the Caldwell Family?

"The Ghost Martial Tribe has its goals, and we have reached a consensus on certain matters. Thus, this time we will join forces with the Ghost Martial Tribe to oppose Boulevard Mountain!"

Hayden Marsh clenched his fist, gently tapping his leg, "Miss Tompson, would it be possible for your people to show our king a demonstration?"

Though they have met, this young king remained unaware.

"Certainly." Lillian Tompson turned around, strode to the door, and opened it.

Outside the door stood an elderly man.

"Spirit Shaman, if you would be so kind." Lillian Tompson, as the saintess of the Ghost Martial Tribe, was very respectful to the elder.

The elder wore a gray hemp robe, a hood, and a cloak, completely obscuring the face beneath.

The only visible feature was his snow-white beard.

"It is my duty, the saintess is too kind." The elder nodded, spoke in a raspy voice, then walked straight to the fire.

The door was once again closed.

The room fell into silence.

Declan Marsh scrutinized the elder who had entered, a persistent uncomfortable feeling stirred within him.

The feeling was indescribable, but his heartbeat noticeably quickened.

His breathing also became increasingly rapid, almost suffocating, struggling for air.

"May I ask, sir, your esteemed name?" Declan Marsh broke the silence.

The elder said nothing, standing motionless.

And the four Marsh family uncles likewise made no moves.

Suddenly.

Hayden Marsh stood up and kicked over the fire!

Coal mixed with sparks flew everywhere.

Even Declan Marsh's dragon robe got singed with holes.

"Uncle, why are you doing this?"

Declan Marsh quickly stood up, feeling inexplicably bewildered.

Everything was fine, so why the anger?

"Your Majesty, we intend to confess something to you today." Hayden Marsh unfastened his cloak and drew the long sword at his waist.

It was a Black Dragon Sword!

Only royalty is worthy to wield it!

The pitch-black blade even shimmered with an eerie green light!

"Uncle, what are you... what are you doing?" Declan Marsh instinctively retreated, his eyes scanning the other three.

Yet the eyes of the other three only held indifference.

As if Hayden Marsh's actions were not unexpected.

"If you have something to say, Uncle, just take a seat and talk. Did I inadvertently offend you uncles? If so, I ask for your understanding."

Declan Marsh had a sense of foreboding.

Especially Hayden Marsh's act of drawing the sword, it made him inexplicably uneasy.

Even somewhat fearful.

For three years, Declan Marsh walked on thin ice.

Afraid of carelessly losing his life.

"What qualities do you possess to sit in this position? If not for the will left by your father, if not for the three great clans considering you young and using you to balance us. What qualifications do you have to be king before us four?"

Hayden Marsh held the Black Dragon Sword, stepping closer.

"Uncle… uncles, you…" Declan Marsh could not imagine his usually kind uncles would so quickly turn against him.

"Do the other three uncles share this view?"

He retreated three steps, unable to help asking aloud.

The other three said nothing, essentially affirming it.

"Ha." Declan Marsh suddenly laughed, "So, the four uncles invited me here to discuss matters, intending to take my life!"

Three years, he trusted these four the most.

But now...

Declan Marsh's eyes suddenly reddened.

"Does blood and kinship not measure against a throne? Does my daily respect for you uncles earn no support?"

"The throne was no easy seat to claim." Hayden Marsh held the sword, laughing, "You punk, have been king for three years! You could have continued there for more years, but unexpectedly, the Black Pine League has been invaded by an external enemy. Now if we kill you and blame it on the emissary of Demarco Mount outside, who will suspect?"

"Despicable!"

Declan Marsh placed his right hand on his waist, drawing the Black Dragon Sword symbolizing royal authority.

This sword bore nine dragons, while Hayden Marsh and others' black dragon swords bore only eight.

Nine dragons, symbolizing the supreme power!

Only the king has the privilege to wield it.

"Relinquish the throne, maybe I'll spare you." Hayden Marsh spoke coldly.

"My throne was passed down by my father! Even in death, I am the king of the Black Pine League! Uncle, come! I will never concede to your wishes. Remember, you are regicides!"

With that!

Declan Marsh swung his sword with all his might!

Without any reserve!

Because he knew, this was the final strike of his life!

Clang!

The longswords collided!

A mournful sound emanated.

As if lamenting for Declan Marsh.

Predictably.

Hayden Marsh's sword knocked aside Declan Marsh's sword, then swiftly cut forward.

Slash.

The dragon robe shredded!

A deep bloody gash opened on Declan Marsh's chest!

"What use is your last defiance? But not bad; you're of the Marsh family, with backbone." Hayden Marsh held the sword, using his other hand to grip Declan Marsh's collar, pulling him closer.

Four eyes met.

"Does a puppet's rebellion have meaning?"

"Pah!"

Declan Marsh spit and sneered, "Though dead, I am still king. And you are merely subjects! Regicides, treacherous subjects!"

"Well, very well."

Hayden Marsh slowly pierced the longsword into Declan Marsh's body.

A chilling sensation struck.

Declan Marsh felt the sword gliding bit by bit through his innards, protruding from his back.

A feeling of helplessness slowly emerged.

"Regicide!"

He shouted with his last ounce of strength.

Thud!

The longsword was withdrawn.

Declan Marsh collapsed to the floor, his vision gradually blurring.

He saw Hayden Marsh's smile, a very proud smile.

And the longsword stained with his own blood.

On the Black Dragon Sword, the dragon's eyes turned red.

"Regi...cide." He uttered weakly, closing his eyes.

But suddenly!

Declan Marsh opened his eyes!

"Your Majesty?" Hayden Marsh stood up, inching closer.

Thud!

Declan Marsh abruptly retreated, awkwardly falling to the ground.

"I..."

He patted down his body.

Intact!

Not dead?

Then just now...

"Your Highness, forgive my poor performance." The elder laughed as he spoke.

"This is the High Priest of the Ghost Martial Tribe, the Spirit Shaman. He can create illusions, making people feel as if it were real." Hayden Marsh spoke with a smile.

"So that's how it is." Declan Marsh looked at the sword at Hayden Marsh's waist, his gaze somewhat unnatural.

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