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Chapter 1041: Chapter 1041 Western Emperor
When the first ray of morning sunlight entered the window.
Julius Reed quietly got out of bed.
Looking at Quella Radcliffe, who was fast asleep beside him, he scratched his head.
"Didn’t we agree to have a child?"
"How can she sleep so soundly!"
After sighing, he called Aron Jackson, who had spent the night on the sofa, and the two of them tiptoed out of the mansion.
According to the original plan, Julius intended to first go to the Ridge Family to take care of that ungrateful bunch.
Then, Octavius would transfer the Ridge Family’s property to Willson Building.
He and Aron Jackson would then attend the Martial Arts Tournament at the Kensington Family.
After all, Hendrick Kensington’s involvement with Otis Radcliffe must be connected to the powers of The North Sea.
He had to show up at such a grand event.
The Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance would be present, which would bring honor to the Kensington Family.
However.
At this moment.
A hundred miles away from Gonzalez City, the Ridge Family showed no fear at all.
The atmosphere was festive, and a grand banquet was being held.
Truman Ridge sat in the main hall, one hand wrapped in bandages, the other holding a wine glass.
Across from him, there was an old man with the appearance of a young boy with white hair.
"Grandmaster Leocadia, your presence in my home today is a tremendous honor indeed!"
Despite the pain visible on his face and one hand completely bandaged, Truman Ridge’s face beamed with joy.
"Mr. Ridge, you and I have known each other for many years. Now that my friend is in trouble, how can I just sit back and do nothing?"
Frances Leocadia, looking dignified and serene, gently lifted his wine glass, "This villain has severed one of your hands, if he dares to come today, I shall ensure he is buried here!"
In the midst of speaking, he downed the rich liquor with a face full of anger.
"Losing a hand is nothing,"
Truman Ridge sighed sorrowfully, "But it’s a pity my two sons... they were beheaded, died without a complete corpse!"
As soon as these words fell, he covered his face and wept bitterly.
In an instant, those sitting at the same table put down their bowls and chopsticks.
Bowe their heads in a moment of silence.
In the courtyard in front of them, three coffins were placed.
Two of the coffins were incredibly lavish.
The third one, however, was a stone coffin.
"My two sons, just a few days ago, were still lively and saluting me. But now, while we feast here, the two of them..."
As he said this, Truman Ridge took out a handkerchief, tears streaming down his face.
"This third coffin! It’s prepared for that murderous villain! I want him to be pressed inside this coffin after death, unable to turn over even as a ghost!"
Truman Ridge’s eyes were fierce, his tone filled with endless hatred.
He was furious!
"Brother Ridge, rest assured, with me, Frances Leocadia, here today, even if a Daluo Golden Immortal comes, I still intend to strike down the Immortal!"
Frances Leocadia snorted softly and waved toward the door, "You two, go stand at the mountain gate and watch. If that villain approaches, report to me immediately!"
"Yes!"
Two disciples clasped their hands and bowed deeply before running towards the mountain gate.
"Brother Ridge, this villain is not weak, please be careful!"
With red eyes and his face pale from excessive blood loss due to the loss of his hand, Truman Ridge looked like an old man nearing his end.
"Do not worry!"
Frances Leocadia gently stroked his beard, pointing at the sword on his back, "Brother Ridge, this sword behind me is famous! I must not conceal the fact that thirty years ago, an Immortal descended upon my Northern Mount and imparted a Cultivation Technique to my master. All my skills are acquired from my master’s Immortal mentor!"
Speaking this, he rose and walked out of the grand hall.
The Ridge Family members at the same table quickly stood up to follow.
They were eager to see what kind of skills Frances Leocadia truly possessed.
Upon his arrival that morning, Grandmaster Leocadia had been treated like a highly honored guest at the Ridge household.
The Ridge Family had always been curious about just how powerful he was.
Usually, the Ridge Family would also invite some experts, but it often cost a significant amount of money.
Because it was an employment relationship, those people were very polite to the Ridge Family as they were effectively there to do a job.
But now, Truman Ridge was addressing Frances Leocadia as a brother, which seemed rather flattering.
Clearly, the grandmaster’s status was not ordinary.
Frances Leocadia walked to the center of the courtyard, stopping in front of a willow tree.
"Is this... about to demonstrate some amazing feat?"
The Ridge Family members exclaimed excitedly.
Judging by Truman Ridge’s expression, Grandmaster Leocadia must possess tremendous abilities!
And now, it seemed he was about to showcase his skills.
"Brother Ridge, you wouldn’t mind if I cut down this willow tree, would you?"
Frances Leocadia turned, asking indifferently.
He was clad in a grey and white Daoist robe, with a longsword strapped to his back.
His manner was that of a grandmaster.
"Of course! Brother Leocadia, please, feel free."
Truman Ridge nodded and squinted his eyes.
He had met Frances Leocadia many years ago, and over the decades, he had frequently collected rare treasures for him.
The Ridge Family wasn’t short of money, but they lacked connections.
In those days, Truman Ridge had made alliances everywhere, generously using his wealth to win favors.
Now, hearing of the Ridge family’s misfortune, Frances Leocadia had immediately come to support them.
"In that case, Brother Ridge, please watch!"
Frances Leocadia placed his right hand on the longsword, his eyes slightly closed, then suddenly spun around!
Slash!
A pale white Sword Qi burst forth, striking the willow tree directly.
Then, it vanished into thin air.
"Huh!"
Having done this, Frances Leocadia sheathed his sword.
He calmed the True Qi within his body.
"This... there’s no change!"
The members of the Ridge Family rubbed their eyes; the willow was still just a willow.
It did not even have a scratch.
"Could it be that he’s just putting on airs, and it’s now obvious?"
Some began to doubt Frances Leocadia’s capabilities.
Seeing that Julius Reed was about to come seeking revenge, if they didn’t have a powerful expert in place, wouldn’t they all be doomed?
Crack!
Just as everyone was frowning and about to voice their doubts,
the willow tree suddenly exploded!
The entire place fell silent.
"Sorry to disturb everyone,"
A trace of smugness flitted across Frances Leocadia’s face.
"Brother Leocadia truly is a divine being!"
Truman Ridge walked over excitedly and hugged him with one arm: "Today, my entire family depends on you."
Having known Julius Reed for many years, he was well aware of his character.
If he said he would come, then he surely would!
Now with Frances Leocadia in place, Truman Ridge’s hanging heart finally settled.
"This was taught by that immortal I met years ago, yet I am still less than one ten-thousandth of his equal!"
Admiration filled Frances Leocadia’s eyes: "The Immortal arrived riding the wind. On Northern Mount, he used his sword to engrave words. I am still unable to forget it to this day!"
Stunning!
Every time he recalled this event, he would shake with excitement.
"Is there really such a thing as an Immortal in the world?"
Truman Ridge asked doubtfully.
He was an ordinary person, wealthy indeed but unfamiliar with sect affairs.
"I didn’t believe either, until I saw that Immortal with my own eyes..."
Frances Leocadia held Truman Ridge’s hand: "Do you know, he rose into the air, holding a sword in one hand, and on the main peak hundreds of meters high, he inscribed the words ’The Sword Resounds throughout the Region’! The move I just performed was taught by that same Immortal!"
"Who would have thought, there really are immortals in this world!"
Truman Ridge’s eyes widened as he murmured to himself.
"Indeed, they say that Immortal has lived tens of thousands of years, yet his face remains like that of a youth! That Immortal used to come every ten years to Northern Mount to play music and paint, but last year, he did not show up."
Frances Leocadia sighed deeply: "Alas, I have longed to see him again!"
"Does this Immortal have a name?"
Truman Ridge asked excitedly.
He really wanted to see what an Immortal looked like.
"I never learned the exalted name of that Immortal, but when he engraved with his sword on Northern Mount, he signed as ’West Tower’. Over the years, when we speak of him, we refer to him as the Western Emperor!"
Frances Leocadia shook his head: "Once I slay that villain, I must go down the mountain again to view the stone inscriptions and comprehend the miracles left by the Western Emperor."
"Report! There are dozens of trucks racing towards us from outside!"
Just then, a disciple returned with news.
"It must be that villain!"
Fear appeared on Truman Ridge’s face.
And the Ridge family members also turned pale.
Having witnessed their kin’s brutal deaths, they were immensely traumatized.
"Bring me a cup of warm wine!" Frances Leocadia huffed: "I’ll go slay the man, and after a single stroke of my sword, we’ll come back to drink and feast!"
