Run?

Of course, run.

Although, in terms of skill, Julius Reed can still crush the current Mr. Ghost from Mountain of Leaving, this kind of ultimate Great Grandmaster's life-sacrificing attack, its damage is immeasurable.

If he takes it head-on, Julius Reed is bound to be injured.

And not lightly.

Just now, he only expended a little bit of spiritual power to create an illusion, which frightened Mr. Ghost into a suicidal determination.

Now that the goal is achieved and Mr. Ghost is certain to die, why would he allow himself to get hurt?

"You're not dead?" In the great hall, Atticus Marsh was somewhat surprised.

Someone actually came out from inside?

Impossible!

The power of Mr. Ghost from Mountain of Leaving was obvious to all.

Didn't all the Great Grandmasters who entered the hall just now die?

How did this one young man manage to come out safely?

"Of course I'm not dead." Julius Reed shouted as he ran wildly: "But you, you are going to die!"

"Me, die?" Atticus Marsh was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Me, die? Just with what's under my feet..."

Boom!

A huge explosion.

The ground shook, and the mountains swayed!

Julius Reed used the impact force to leap forward, landing a kilometer away.

His clothes were already tattered.

Too brutal.

This was not only Mr. Ghost from Mountain of Leaving's dying struggle but also the spiritual power stored in the Ten Palace Yama Array.

All exploded.

Thousands of war horses, along with the Black Pine League soldiers led by Atticus Marsh, all turned into blood mist.

No one could withstand the destructive power brought by Mr. Ghost's self-destruction.

Including those Martial Artists from Boulevard, all were shocked and dizzy from the explosion.

Injured all over.

Even someone as strong as Brant Fairbanks spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Are you alright?" Julius Reed brushed the dust off his body and walked over to Declan Marsh, pulling him up.

Luckily, Declan Marsh was far enough away, and fortunately, there were a number of Great Grandmasters in front of him as a shield.

Otherwise, he'd have been dead long ago.

"Can't die yet!" Declan Marsh grinned, grasping Julius Reed's hand, and stood up with a grimace.

Clearly injured quite seriously.

"Will the Black Pine League listen to you?" Julius Reed asked.

If the Black Pine League would heed Declan Marsh, their journey would be unobstructed.

If not, they might have to fight their way through.

"If I could appear at Neolle Leocadia, no force would dare openly defy me. But outside Neolle Leocadia, that's probably not the case." Declan Marsh coughed lightly, blood streaming from his nose.

"My four... three royal uncles control Neolle Leocadia; I'm afraid the ones sent out now are their confidants. What happened this morning will likely repeat."

After listening, Julius Reed nodded: "Then let's go directly to Neolle Leocadia."

Even the Imperial Guard doesn't listen to this prince; who else can you expect to be loyal?

Julius Reed naturally understood these truths.

A sect alliance with many forces, who dares to disdain royal authority; without enough power to make other forces dread, it is courting death.

Han Caldwell chose to set up a false holy master for the same reason.

No one dared to stand up and openly oppose the former holy master.

Though Cold Nelson cleaned up a batch of people, many just hid their intentions in their hearts.

The appearance of the former holy master gave them an excuse to explode.

"Pack up, and get ready. Tomorrow night, we'll head straight to Neolle Leocadia!"

Julius Reed drew his Longsword, speaking loudly.

"Also, keep Atticus Marsh's head, pack it in a box, and send it to the Black Pine League! Tell them it's West Tower's head."

…

Inside Neolle Leocadia.

Music and dance filled the air.

The three Marsh brothers sat in the sleeping quarters where only the previous king could reside, watching the dancers sing and dance, having a grand time.

"This wine was brewed when the late king came of age. In a blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed. We brothers were born a hundred years later than the late king, just in time to enjoy it!"

Hayden Marsh raised his wine cup, looking at the two brothers: "I have good news to share with you."

"What is it? Quickly say!"

Konrad Marsh was equally delighted.

With Mr. Ghost's help from Mountain of Leaving, they were about to sweep across Boulevard and Left Hill, achieving unparalleled dominance.

How could they not be happy?

"Brother, don't keep us in suspense." Hercules Marsh, sitting in the place where Declan Marsh once did, looked at the two, raising his wine cup: "What's the news, say it after the toast!"

"Alright!" Hayden Marsh drank deeply, then slapped the table forcefully: "Master is about to come out of retreat!"

"Puff..." Konrad Marsh spat out his wine, incredulous: "Really?"

"If you're joking about this, don't blame me for turning against you!" Hercules Marsh was equally excited and expectant!

The Ten Palace Yama Array that trapped Mr. Ghost from Mountain of Leaving was precisely laid down by their master.

"Take a look. Who's here." Hayden Marsh clapped his hands, and a Taoist walked in from outside.

"Who is this..." Hercules Marsh was a bit puzzled.

Quite unfamiliar.

"Let me introduce him." Hayden Marsh stood up, pointing at the Taoist: "Master's closed-door disciple, known as the Demonic Taoist of the East Sea. In the martial arts world, the Demonic Taoist of the East Sea and the Divine Buddha of the West Sea are renowned figures."

"I'm unworthy. I have let Master down while wandering the world for years." The Demonic Taoist of the East Sea bowed slightly, greeting several of them.

"Little brother, come and sit!" Hercules Marsh quickly got up, went to greet the Demonic Taoist, and grasped his hand: "Little brother, from now on, this is your home. What news do you have from Master?"

"Master sensed the Ten Palace Yama Array being activated and knew something big was happening with the Black Pine League." The Demonic Taoist of the East Sea took out a phone from his bosom, handing it to Hercules Marsh: "In one more day, Master will be able to arrive here from the East Sea."

"Take a look."

The three Marsh brothers immediately gathered around to watch the video on the phone.

On the video, an elder with a celestial demeanor was sitting atop the great waves of the East Sea.

"I have broken through and come out; do not be impatient. Wait for your Master to arrive for further discussion."

"It truly is Master!" Hercules Marsh couldn't help but laugh: "With Master presiding and adding Mr. Ghost from Mountain of Leaving, who in the world can stop us?"

"Indeed, we have also prepared a surprise for Master." Konrad Marsh nodded, taking out his phone to call Atticus Marsh. "What's going on with Mr. Jackson? There's been no news."

"Don't worry, those on Boulevard are numerous and strong, Mr. Jackson will be busy for a while. With Mr. Ghost there, what could possibly go wrong?" Hercules Marsh spoke with a smile.

No sooner had the words been spoken.

A soldier came running in from outside.

"The Seventh Prince sent a silk box from the front line, saying it contains the head of West Tower."

The soldier kneeled on the ground, holding the box with both hands.

"Good! See, wasn't I right?" Hercules Marsh took the box, intending to open it.

"Hold on! Old Hercules, perhaps save it for Master? When Master arrives, give him a surprise?"

After speaking, the three brothers exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

"Little brother, don't tell Master about this. When he comes, we'll surprise him!" Hercules Marsh told the Demonic Taoist of the East Sea, then carefully placed the box under the throne.

Set it in place.

Surely Master will be very pleased, right?

"You, keep playing music, keep dancing!" Hercules Marsh sat on the throne, shouting joyfully.

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