Darrell Percival still wants to keep growing, still wants to establish himself at Moon Manor!

He can't just watch as seventeen martial masters are put into coffins!

If things really turn out that way, it would undoubtedly ruin his reputation!

But right now, there doesn't seem to be any other option.

"Who's causing trouble!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Immediately after.

More than a dozen Sword Cultivators descended from the sky, landing in front of Darrell Percival.

Seeing the corpses on the ground, and the broken funeral hall.

The Tennyson Cultivator Leader vigilantly drew his weapon, pointing at Whitaker Dog: "Who are you! Dare to cause trouble at Moon Manor!"

Later they patrolled, discovering the streets full of joss paper.

There were even Sword Cultivators who heard the sound of the suona.

Very strange.

In the dead of night, why would there be such odd occurrences?

Following the joss paper trail, they found the paper disappeared at Darrell Percival's mansion.

So they chased it in.

The corpse at the door made them realize the severity of the situation even more.

When they arrived in the courtyard, they saw what had just happened.

"Leader!"

Darrell Percival instantly recognized this Tennyson Cultivator Leader, hurriedly pointing at Whitaker Dog, furiously yelling: "They broke into my house, killed my martial masters, and even smashed my son's corpse! If this gets out, the manor's reputation won't hold! Please stand up for me!"

The Sword Cultivators' appearance was beyond his expectation.

He thought the Sword Cultivators feared the Funeral Alliance and wouldn't act.

But now, Darrell Percival's confidence returned.

A Tennyson Cultivator Leader with more than a dozen Sword Cultivators, absolutely formidable combat strength!

Causing trouble like this at Moon Manor, a dead end!

No need to report to the Manor Owner, they could act first and report later!

While speaking, Darrell Percival specifically emphasized the manor's reputation; this was applying pressure!

Giving pressure to the Sword Cultivators!

"Who are you people! Dare to be presumptuous at the manor!"

Sure enough, after hearing, the Tennyson Cultivator Leader's expression turned grave.

The manor's current standing was wholly reliant on its reputation.

Precisely because of the manor's external fame, so many people ventured here.

Creating a flourishing period.

Right now, a group broke into a local tycoon's home, committing murder and robbery, if not handled properly, the manor's reputation would surely be harmed!

This is a devastating blow!

"I am the Whitaker Dog of the Funeral Alliance, the undertaker!"

Whitaker Dog patted his chest, with interest pointed at Darrell Percival: "Old man, trying to play mind games with me? You're wasted."

Darrell Percival's demeanor shifted from gentle to unnaturally firm, coldly laughing: "Appo, you still think you can keep jumping? Want money? Fine, when you're dead, I'll burn it for you!"

After saying this, his face turned stern.

"You bunch of fools, now with Sword Cultivators supporting you, still kneeling?"

This angry shout finally made the martial masters react.

At Moon Manor, the Sword Cultivators are the strongest force, giving them incomparable security.

As long as Sword Cultivators are present, people will be safe.

Now the Tennyson Cultivator Leader led a group of Sword Cultivators over, and after hearing Darrell Percival's words, the martial masters swiftly stood up.

One by one with faces full of anger.

"Assist the Sword Cultivator Lords in enforcing the law! Whoever doesn't exert effort, get out tomorrow!"

Darrell Percival recalled the scene of this group of grandchildren kneeling and begging, boiling with anger in his heart: "I want to see, if I fire you, who dares to take you at Moon Manor!"

With his words, the martial masters' hearts trembled violently!

Once the job is lost, it really is over.

The few martial academies don't exist in competition but rather unite to exploit them.

Once Darrell Percival sweeps them out the door, there's truly no one at Moon Manor willing to take them in.

"Whitaker Dog, you're committing murder and robbery at Moon Manor, guilty of death! Today, I represent the manor to execute you!"

The Tennyson Cultivator Leader shouted lightly, leading his men to rush over in an instant!

"Want to kill me? You're still a bit lacking!"

Whitaker Dog did not retreat but advanced, clapping his hands in the air!

Clap!

Empty-hand seize a blade!

Longsword was held tightly by Whitaker Dog, unable to move forward in the slightest!

"Manor Owner has arrived!"

Suddenly, a Sword Cultivator rushed from outside.

"Good! Very good!"

Darrell Percival excitedly clapped his hands.

Looks like the Manor Owner wants to personally step in to take care of these useless people.

"Manor Owner, you have to stand up for me!"

Darrell Percival immediately began to cry out.

The Sword Cultivators also retreated, waiting for the Manor Owner's decision.

"Sorry, I came late."

Levin Lake was drenched in sweat.

"Not late, you came just in time." Darrell Percival was internally ecstatic, seems today's matter is even more serious.

But what surprised him was that Levin Lake came to the Sword Cultivator Leader, waved his hand.

"Withdraw!"

"Withdraw?"

Not only was the Tennyson Cultivator Leader stunned, even Darrell Percival was stunned.

What's going on?

"This must be Brother Whitaker Dog, pleased to meet you!"

Levin Lake walked up to Whitaker Dog, awkwardly smiling: "Tonight's matters are your personal affairs, I won't interfere."

Ten minutes ago, he received a call from the ancestor, advising not to clash with the Funeral Alliance.

When he first received the call, Levin Lake was puzzled why he had to suddenly come into conflict with the Funeral Alliance?

The ancestor didn't say much, only mentioned that the Pope of the Funeral Alliance was acquainted with him, and strongly advised against offending Funeral Alliance people.

Right after, news came from outside that the Funeral Alliance had entered the city, the Sword Cultivator Leader went to investigate.

Levin Lake threw off the blankets, put on his pants, hastily dressed, and rushed over here.

Luckily, a fight hadn't started yet.

"Manor Owner! What do you mean by this?" Darrell Percival's heart sank, feeling his strength drained: "If today's matter gets out, the manor's reputation will be completely ruined, you must reconsider!"

After saying this, the Sword Cultivators also looked at Levin Lake.

The manor's current standing was wholly reliant on its reputation.

If ignored, reputation would be completely gone.

Public trust severely damaged!

"Brother, today's matter is known by heaven, earth, you and me. If it really gets out, it's you who's telling it, right?"

Levin Lake walked up to Darrell Percival, patting his shoulder: "Brother, would you harm me?"

"This…" Darrell Percival was stunned.

"So, as long as you don't spread it, who outside would know?" Levin Lake comforted: "The Funeral Alliance wants money, as long as the money is in place, nothing will happen."

After speaking, he walked up to Whitaker Dog, using a negotiating tone: "Brother Whitaker Dog, I'm just making a suggestion, let's thrive peacefully."

Levin Lake needs to stabilize both sides to the greatest extent.

The scene cannot be too unsightly.

"Sure!"

Whitaker Dog's hand, full of blood, pressed directly onto Levin Lake's face, pushing him away.

Then, he walked briskly up to Darrell Percival.

"Old brother, fifty billion, you buy seventeen coffins!"

He stretched out five blood-stained fingers, with a bizarre smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Fifty billion?" Darrell Percival exclaimed.

Damn!

Do you take this for joss paper?

Thump!

The martial masters neatly, once again kneeled down!

"Isn't it possible…" Darrell Percival's heart felt completely cold.

"Impossible!" Whitaker Dog kept a straight face: "After you're dead, money isn't even worth paper! Your little wife holding your money, sleeping with other men, frolicking on your bed, getting intimate in front of your portrait! The grass on your grave, green as can be! Even the urn is fucking green! Do you think money is still important?"

"Deal!"

The last sentence directly stimulated Darrell Percival's nerves. "I have one more request, help me kill someone! The enemy of my son! Can it be done?"

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