Outside Neolle Leocadia.

Gerrit Harris was running in a panic.

When he saw some guards patrolling, he stopped and straightened his clothes.

At the same time, he flashed the dagger from his sleeve, checking his reflection in the blade.

Though defeated, he was still a fine-looking man.

Just a bit out of breath.

He licked his fingers and tidied his sideburns.

Seeing a car passing by in front of him, he quickly reached out to stop it.

"Take me to Neolle Leocadia." Gerrit Harris knocked on the car window and said.

"Are you crazy? The gate to Neolle is a hundred meters ahead!" The fat driver grumbled impatiently, rolled up the window, and continued driving.

But strangely, no matter how hard he pressed the accelerator, the car wouldn't move!

"Is it broken?" The fat driver pounded the steering wheel, but just as he was about to get out, he saw in the rearview mirror the old man asking him questions earlier, now lifting his car from behind with one hand!

"Oh my gosh!" The driver's hand trembled, and the cigarette fell right onto his pants.

Luckily, it didn't catch fire.

"Old man, are you courting death? This is Neolle Leocadia, and I am a public servant within it. Do you dare provoke me? Run wild beneath the feet of the Emperor?" The fat man threw out the cigarette butt and cursed loudly!

A Martial Artist, huh?

There are plenty of those at Neolle Leocadia.

Even the gate guards can lift a car with one hand.

Outside, perhaps one could scare others.

But this is Neolle!

"I'll give you one last chance." Gerrit Harris let go and walked to the fat man's front.

Crack!

He smashed the half-lowered car window with one punch!

He grabbed the fat man's collar with his right hand and pulled him out directly: "Do you believe I will kill you now?"

While talking,

Gerrit Harris spread out his palm.

The dagger hovered in the air!

"You... you get in the car!" cold sweat covered the fat man's forehead.

Distant Sword Control!

A master!

Definitely a master!

Just hitching a ride, not worth losing a life over.

But, why is it always the fat man who's unlucky?

Gerrit Harris opened the back door, sat in the car, and crossed his legs.

He nonchalantly fished out his phone, calling his apprentice.

"I'll be there in one minute." He hung up directly, not waiting for a response.

The car slowly drove into the front of Neolle's palace.

"Master!"

The three Marsh brothers and the East Sea wizard strode over to greet him.

"Master, you came by car?"

Hercules Marsh opened the car door, curiously asking.

This frightened the fat man!

All three Princes came out?

Then who was sitting in the back?

"I don't like planes much, so I took a car. I enjoyed the scenery of the Black Pine League along the way; it's quite nice." Gerrit Harris got out, straightening his clothes, and took a good look at the palace before him.

"Master, where are those two senior brothers?" Hayden Marsh glanced into the car, seeing no one but a fat driver.

"I sent them off to handle other matters." Gerrit Harris knocked impatiently on the car: "You can leave now, I'll go in and chat with your brothers."

The fat man wanted to leave, but his legs had gone soft.

Fortunately, the group went into the great hall directly, and no one noticed him.

"Master, victory in the first battle! Those Ten Halls' Yama, they were incredible! You should've seen how arrogant Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving was before; after entering the array, he begged like a dog!"

"Yes, master, you're amazing!"

They all praised, smiling joyfully.

After entering the inner hall, Hercules Marsh eagerly dashed to the throne, took out a silk box, and walked over with a grin.

"What's this?" Gerrit Harris pointed at the silk box.

His nose twitched, catching a faint scent of blood.

"Hehe, this is the head of West Tower, the commandant from Boulevard!" Hercules Marsh's face was full of pride: "Your grand array, with Mountain of Leaving's Mr. Ghost, easily took care of the Boulevard group. Master, I haven't opened the box; it's meant as a surprise for you."

"Not bad! This man holds high prestige at Boulevard. With his death, they might seek talks with us." Konrad Marsh agreed from the side.

"Master, have a look at the gift we prepared for you!" The four, including Hayden Marsh, stood eagerly before Gerrit Harris.

Only the East Sea wizard remained calm.

He didn't speak throughout.

"West Tower? The Boulevard commandant?" Gerrit Harris frowned: "When did this happen?"

A few hours ago, he had just faced West Tower in a fight.

That guy was so formidable; how could he die?

Could his Sword Array have injured him?

Or did the little apprentice unleash great powers and kill West Tower?

"Master, you'll know when you see it." The three egged on, excited.

"Let me have a look." Gerrit Harris, not quite believing, but still full of anticipation, opened the box!

The moment the box opened!

His face turned green!

His eyes widened in disbelief!

Seeing Gerrit Harris like this, the three laughed: "Master, surprised, right? Unexpected, isn't it?"

They thought Gerrit Harris was pleased.

"You... you useless bunch!"

Gerrit Harris threw the box directly.

Caught by Hercules Marsh.

When he saw the face inside, he was dumbfounded.

Thud!

The box fell to the ground.

Atticus Marsh's head rolled ten meters away.

"What... what's happening! Why is it Mr. Jackson!" The three brothers were stunned, their minds blank.

Wasn't it supposed to be West Tower inside?

How did it become their brother?

It was a shock!

"A bunch of useless idiots!" Gerrit Harris shook with anger, his lips pale!

"How could this happen! With Mountain of Leaving's Mr. Ghost and Ten Halls' Yama, how could..." Hercules Marsh's eyes widened, unwilling to accept the reality.

"West Tower will be here soon. Best be prepared!" Remembering that terrifying young man sent shivers down Gerrit Harris's spine.

...

In Neolle Leocadia's guest room.

Lillian Tompson and the shaman sat by the table, focused intensely on the palm-sized porcelain statue on the table.

"We snuck a statue in when we aided our entrance to Neolle earlier. The result is almost here." The shaman reached out and slapped the statue hard!

The Pruitt Wilde-like statue shattered.

In the debris, only one arm remained intact.

"The ancestral remains!" Lillian Tompson looked excitedly at the arm and asked, "High Priest, are the ancestor's remains truly in the Black Pine League?"

"Definitely there! What fortune to find it just by coincidence! Ancestors, we've finally taken the first step!" The High Priest was even more excited!

"But the Black Pine League is filled with masters; how can we retrieve the ancestral remains?" Lillian Tompson was a bit worried.

Pruitt Wilde's arm is a treasure.

The Black Pine League will surely guard it heavily.

Getting it back will be very difficult!

"At this point, we have to try. Tonight, I will hypnotize the people in the inner hall, and you will search inside. But remember, I can only maintain it for half an hour. Within that time, find it and leave!"

The shaman removed his hood.

He was just a young man.

A young man with white hair.

He reached out and grabbed Lillian Tompson's hand: "Lillian, once we resurrect the ancestor, we can..."

"Until the ancestor is revived, I don't want to talk about that." Lillian Tompson pushed the shaman's hand away, her expression very unnatural.

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