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Chapter 1110: Chapter 1110: Uninvited Guests
Lazaro Ellsworth’s voice, clear and sharp, struck every ear.
Like a thunderbolt from a clear sky!
It rendered everyone speechless.
Locke Yarrow, Jonty Ridge.
Dead?
Those two heads on the ground, were they their biggest trump cards?
Were they the saviors they imagined would slay Mad Dragon?
"You, you, you, you..."
The Deputy Commander of Ceylon Mountain stared wide-eyed, stuttering as he pointed at Julius Reed.
The recent slaughter of the Starlight Group had left him trembling so badly he couldn’t speak.
Puchi!
No superfluous words.
Julius Reed’s sword pierced through the chest of the Deputy Commander of Ceylon Mountain.
Then, pressing against his contorted face, he pushed him down.
Thud!
The Deputy Commander of Ceylon Mountain, who had been speaking confidently just moments ago, lay stiff on the ground.
A large amount of fresh blood spilled from his mouth.
After a brief convulsion, he was dead.
The westerly wind was fierce.
At the entrance of the Medicine King Valley courtyard, the dust and noise gradually dissipated.
What once stood tall and majestic, symbolizing the status of Medicine King Valley,
Now was only rubble and a pool of fresh blood.
Around it, the bodies of some Martial Gate disciples could be faintly seen.
But they were too damaged to tell.
Inside the courtyard, nearly a thousand people were silent.
They gripped the weapons at their waists tightly, soaked in cold sweat!
Some even had lips that had turned pale long ago.
Fear was evident in their eyes.
"Mad Dragon!"
Lazaro Ellsworth leaped into the air and landed in the courtyard.
He looked at Julius Reed and roared, "Do you dare intrude into my Medicine King Valley so brazenly?"
While speaking, Lazaro Ellsworth couldn’t help but glance at the two heads on the ground.
The more he looked, the more shocking it was!
Two Grandmasters from the top ten of the Heavenly Ranking, dead like this?
The cuts on their necks were neat!
Killed with a single sword stroke!
"Attack together! Kill him!"
Warriors from the martial world gradually recovered from their shock.
They knew very well.
Today was the best chance to kill Mad Dragon!
"Attack!"
The second-in-command of Shadow Gate wiped the cold sweat from his face and yelled!
Though he said so, he himself remained rooted to the spot.
No one dared to move...
"Mad Dragon, you are truly arrogant!"
Lazaro Ellsworth pointed at Julius Reed, his expression stoic, "Even though I don’t know how you managed to sever the heads of the Grandmasters Locke Yarrow and Jonty Ridge, offending both Shu Mountain and Skyslaughter Sect, even if I don’t kill you today, do you think you could still survive?"
Shu Mountain was a top sect that took its reputation very seriously!
For thousands of years, they seldom involved themselves in the mundane world’s disputes.
But now, with the death of Locke Yarrow, called the prodigy of Shu Mountain’s Sword Dao, it would certainly cause an uproar in the sect!
Lazaro Ellsworth could imagine that within Shu Mountain there was extreme anger and that they would send out masters to seek revenge!
But Julius Reed did not speak, instead, he gripped his sword hilt with both hands.
A radiance of murderous intent!
In his blood-red eyes, there was only the figure of Nelson.
Nothing else could be seen.
"Take him down!"
At the command of the Medicine King, Martial Gate disciples quickly surrounded him!
This was Medicine King Valley; they had to lead the charge!
"Together, attack."
Julius Reed slightly raised his head, speaking for the first time.
His gaze met Lazaro Ellsworth’s.
Even the Supreme Elder felt his heart tremble at that look!
These were not the eyes of a human!
Terrifying!
The coldness in Julius Reed’s eyes was like Asura Hell itself!
Bone chilling, striking directly into the deepest fear of the soul!
"Whoever kills Mad Dragon will receive a grand reward from Medicine King Valley!"
Lazaro Ellsworth shouted loudly.
He had originally planned to capture Mad Dragon to force out the whereabouts of the Divine Dragon Tripod.
But now, there was no choice.
Killing Mad Dragon meant that the Divine Dragon Tripod would still remain untraceable.
But if they didn’t kill him, it would be difficult to appease the resentment of the warriors around them.
And it would be impossible to answer to Shu Mountain and Skyslaughter Sect!
"Kill!"
Martial Gate disciples quickly closed in from all sides, charging toward the center!
Seen from above, below was a circle.
Julius Reed, a man with a sword.
Stood at the core.
Surrounding him, a dense throng of enemies.
Slash!
As the Martial Gate disciples drew near, Julius Reed’s Longsword swept fiercely!
The sword’s release faintly resonated like a dragon’s cry!
Thump!
The Martial Gate disciples at the innermost circle collapsed in numbers.
Dozens died on the spot, drenched in blood.
A single sword strike.
Shocked the entire scene.
The remaining Martial Gate disciples instinctively halted, looking at each other in hesitation.
They were overwhelmed.
Before them lay the corpses of their sect.
Corpses strewn in disarray.
Killed by a single sword strike!
Seventy men slain!
"Move aside!"
Slash!
With a roar!
A long spear thrust out from the crowd!
"Deep Cold’s Chief, Shabak Will! It is said his brother died at Mad Dragon’s hand!"
Upon recognizing the comer, hope flashed in the eyes of the martial world’s powerhouses.
Rumor had it that Shabak Will was second only to Hades within Deep Cold!
Under the gaze of thousands!
Shabak Will’s spear tore through the air, its brilliant edge aimed straight for Julius Reed’s chest.
The spear tip, reflecting streaks of silver in the sunlight,
A surge of murderous intent, overwhelming and fierce!
Julius Reed squinted his eyes and furiously plunged the Longsword of the Great Zou Lan Night into the ground!
"Is this a surrender?"
Some were taken aback.
Leap!
The next moment, Julius Reed advanced instead of retreating, charging towards the long spear!
Snap!
When they were less than two meters apart!
He sidestepped and fiercely grasped the spear shaft!
Hiss...
The massive force made him retreat uncontrollably!
His feet, too, carved a trench in the ground.
Dust flew into the air!
For a moment, the two were engulfed in a cloud of dust.
No one knew what was taking place inside.
Half a minute later.
The western wind dispersed the dust.
"How can this be!"
When people saw the scene inside, some bulged their eyes!
Their faces dramatically changed!
They saw—
Shabak Will kneeling on both knees!
The long spear, having pierced through his chest.
The spear tip, with a bead of blood swaying, on the verge of falling.
A light breeze blew, and the blood bead dropped to the ground,
Soiling the dust.
And Julius Reed was standing before Shabak Will!
Looking down from above!
His right hand, hovering above Shabak Will’s head.
He pressed down with a fierce motion!
Swoosh!
A mist of blood sprayed out.
Many instinctively closed their eyes, their hands gripping the weapons began to shake.
Leap!
Just then!
Julius Reed dashed forward fiercely, snatching up the Longsword of the Great Zou Lan Night as he passed by it!
Sword Qi surged!
An invisible field of force burst open!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Dozens of Martial Gate disciples before him exploded into mists of blood under the impact of the Sword Qi!
To death, their eyes filled with shock!
With a raise of his sword, sixty-eight were cut down!
"My life is threatened!" yelled Lazaro Ellsworth, his face changing wildly.
At this rate, Medicine King Valley was afraid it would be slaughtered to a man!
Just two sword strikes!
Martial Gate disciples had already lost over a hundred.
Lazaro Ellsworth was the Supreme Elder of Medicine King Valley, originated from Martial Gate!
Speaking of ability, he ranked second among this generation of Supreme Elders!
When he made his move, the air seemed to twist.
A faint, nearly invisible flash of lightning seemed to appear in the palm of his hand!
Hum!
Julius Reed fiercely flicked his middle finger on the Longsword of the Great Zou Lan Night!
Then, thrust downward!
The subtle vibration of the sword generated a sonic wave that was like needles piercing into everyone’s minds!
Those of slightly weaker ability were already kneeling on the ground.
Clutching their heads in their hands.
Faces contorted in agony!
"Mad Dragon, meet your death!"
In the blink of an eye, Lazaro Ellsworth struck down with a palm!
Swoosh!
Julius Reed lifted his head abruptly and met it with a punch!
Fist against palm!
"Brother, I’ll help you!"
Atticus Ellsworth squinted his eyes, leaping into the fray!
Two Supreme Elders, attacking one man!
If this got out, it would surely become a laughing stock.
But now, they had no time for concern!
"Halt!"
Swoosh!
Four longswords pierced through the air!
Stabbing into the ground around Julius Reed.
"Lowell Tennyson has come to claim a person!"
A voice full of authority echoed from above.
