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Chapter 1042: Chapter 1042: Dumbfounded as a Wooden Chicken
"Grandmaster Leocadia, I will go with you! This villain has slain my kin; I yearn to consume his flesh alive!"
Truman Ridge initially didn’t have much confidence in Frances Leocadia.
After all, the skills Julius Reed had displayed were quite formidable.
However, the conversation just now undoubtedly made him admire Frances Leocadia.
A disciple of an Immortal.
If Frances Leocadia is an apprentice to an Immortal, who else in the world could possibly be a match for him?
If given the opportunity, Truman Ridge would also like to witness an Immortal.
He wanted to see what so-called immortals were truly like.
"Since that is the case, follow me!"
Swoosh!
Frances Leocadia unsheathed his longsword, holding it upside-down in his hand: "Everyone, remember to stay twenty meters away from me. My Sword Qi can traverse eight hundred meters, a single gleaming sword, claiming the adversary’s head! If you’re too close, I fear you mortals will not withstand the might of an Immortal’s sword!"
"Have you all heard what Master Leocadia said?"
Truman Ridge turned around and asked loudly.
"Understood!"
The people of the Ridge Family were extremely excited.
Even their form of address changed from Grandmaster Leocadia to Master Leocadia.
They detested Julius Reed to the bone, and now with the help of a disciple of an Immortal, they were showing off like bullies, insufferably arrogant.
"Trent Marsh, Silvio Reed!"
Frances Leocadia shouted: "Change my clothes!"
"Yes, Master!"
Two disciples quickly set down the knapsacks they were carrying on their backs and took out a white robe.
They rushed to Frances Leocadia’s side, one on each side, and draped the white robe over him.
"Master, what is the meaning of this?"
Truman Ridge blinked, completely forgetting the pain in his wrist.
Why wear a white robe before going into battle?
"I am a disciple of the Western Emperor, with one strike of my sword, the opponent will surely burst apart, just like that willow tree!" Frances Leocadia said proudly, pointing to the white robe: "I’m concerned about their blood splattering on me, so I specifically prepared this robe! Once I draw my sword later, and you see a blood mist for tens of meters, you will understand!"
"I see!"
Truman Ridge nodded and hurriedly instructed his butler behind him: "Go, bring out the Ridge Family raincoats, one for each person! We don’t want the blood of that villain to splatter on us and bring bad luck!"
"Understood!"
The butler hurried off with some people.
Five minutes later, the Ridge Family, carrying the stone coffin and dressed in raincoats under the blazing sun, marched majestically towards the mountain gate.
"Stop!"
When the group arrived at the mountain gate, Frances Leocadia raised a hand, signaling everyone to halt.
"Master, what is it?"
Since witnessing the power of Sword Qi slicing through the willow tree, Truman Ridge truly regarded Frances Leocadia as an Immortal.
This was a scene he had only seen on television.
Seeing the troops stop now, he quickly voiced his inquiry.
"Before I kill someone, I have a habit," Frances Leocadia said sternly, waving his hand.
Trent Marsh immediately began to run forward.
"That is, to inform the opponent to clean their neck first, and then, to strike with a flying sword and claim their life!"
Frances Leocadia held the longsword upside-down, fingers gently caressing it.
"Hiss!"
He sucked in a breath of cold air.
"What’s wrong?"
Truman Ridge quickly asked.
Now, every move of the other party tugged at his heart.
"It’s nothing!"
Frances Leocadia quickly hid his finger.
The sword was too sharp, causing a cut.
A little blood was no big deal.
"Let’s go, by now the opponent must be prepared. But, with one stroke of my sword, even a Daluo Golden Immortal must fall! After all, I am a disciple of the Western Emperor!"
He walked out of the mountain gate with his head held high and confident strides.
Behind him, the Ridge Family carried the stone coffin, their faces flushed with excitement.
Meanwhile.
Julius Reed wore a black jacket and sunglasses.
He sat inside an off-road vehicle.
Behind him, were dozens of heavy trucks.
"There’s someone blocking the road ahead!"
The driver pointed at a figure and asked, "Should I stop the car?"
"Run them over," Julius Reed said indifferently.
Boom!
The driver slammed on the accelerator.
The off-road vehicle charged forward at breakneck speed.
Trent Marsh stood still, waving his hand, not even having the chance to declare the fight.
He saw the car crazily charging towards him.
Thud!
He face-planted like a dog eating shit, his shoes knocked off into the sky before falling down.
"Fuck! Wait till my master swings his sword from the east, I’ll make all of you kneel and eat shit!"
Trent Marsh scrambled back to his feet, cursing loudly.
"Wow, the Ridge Family sure has a grand setup."
Aron Jackson sat in the passenger seat, looking at the formidable group from the Ridge Family and laughed, "Carrying a coffin, are you planning to apologize with death?"
"The Ridge Family doesn’t have that kind of awareness."
Julius Reed spoke indifferently, "That coffin, nine out of ten times, is prepared for me."
The heart of a wolf and the lungs of a dog, they never have a moment of sudden realization.
"Ahead, there’s an old Taoist dressed in a white robe."
Aron Jackson rested his chin on his hand, joking, "Are you opening a ritual or trying to exorcise yourself?"
The Taoist held a longsword, blocking the middle of the road.
Behind him were the Ridge Family members carrying a stone coffin.
"Is he crazy? Wearing a raincoat on a sunny day, has he lost his mind?"
Aron Jackson was somewhat stunned before bursting into laughter, "A bunch of idiots, it’s not easy for the Ridge Family to have reached today under their care."
He had only heard of black people carrying coffins, never of anyone in a raincoat doing so.
"Stop the car!"
When their vehicle was less than ten meters from the old Taoist, Julius Reed instructed the driver to stop and pushed the car door open, he and Aron Jackson stepped out together.
Following him, Miguel Abbott also got out of the car.
"Julius Reed!"
Truman Ridge and the Ridge Family members looked on furiously.
But Master Leocadia had instructed them to maintain a good distance.
Very strange.
Julius Reed and Frances Leocadia were ten meters apart.
The Ridge Family and Frances Leocadia were about thirty meters apart.
Even at thirty meters, everyone was still prepared to retreat.
The Sword Qi was too strong, not avoiding could get you chopped to death on the road.
"Who comes there, announce your name!"
Frances Leocadia held his longsword level, the tip pointing directly at Julius Reed, "I am Frances Leocadia of Northern Mount, a disciple of an Immortal! Today, I’ll take your dog life!"
This shout made the Ridge Family’s blood boil!
"Under the heavens, few dare to speak to Julius Reed like this!"
Truman Ridge said excitedly, "Indeed a disciple of the Western Emperor, such a domineering entrance!"
Thankful to Julius Reed, the Ridge Family has its present day.
Truman Ridge was certainly aware of Julius Reed’s abilities.
With his power alone, he had turned Five-river Province upside down and still got away unscathed.
But, Frances Leocadia was too strong!
"An Immortal?"
Julius Reed walked over with a smile and asked, "You say, your master is an Immortal?"
Having lived for tens of thousands of years, he had never heard of an Immortal.
An old Taoist in front of him, claiming to be the disciple of an Immortal?
"Correct! I, Grandmaster Leocadia, have as my master the Western Emperor, and with one sword strike, I can obliterate both your soul and body! The might of an Immortal is not something you, a mere mortal, can comprehend!"
Frances Leocadia boasted proudly, then snorted coldly, "You villain, come take what’s coming to you!"
Having finished speaking, he began to gather his energy! 𝚗ov𝚙𝚞𝚋.c𝚘m
The longsword started to tremble slightly.
"Look! Grandmaster Leocadia... Bah! Master Leocadia has begun to exert his power!"
Bang!
The Ridge Family members abruptly flipped the coffin lid open, ready to stuff Julius Reed’s body inside.
This presence, it was formidable!
Truly, a disciple of an Immortal.
"Interesting."
Julius Reed took off his sunglasses and hung them on his chest.
The Taoist in front of him actually bore a slight resemblance to himself when he once wielded a sword.
This was domineering!
Completely different from Martial arts.
There are thousands of paths, each with its own unique traits.
Click!
However, when Frances Leocadia saw Julius Reed’s true face beneath the sunglasses.
The longsword fell from his hand to the ground.
He stood petrified.
