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Chapter 1115: Chapter 115 Medicine God
"Be on guard!"
The leading swordsman knew trouble was upon them as soon as he saw the newcomer!
Only a few elders within Lowell Tennyson could bring down a helicopter.
Five men stood together, drawing their longswords.
"Identify yourself!"
The leading swordsman bellowed, "How dare you trouble Lowell Tennyson!"
He revealed his association with Lowell Tennyson immediately.
To take down a helicopter, at the very least a grandmaster was required.
But surely, a grandmaster would have heard of Lowell Tennyson!
In the world of sects, the reputation of Lowell Tennyson was second to none compared to Mount Shu!
"Lowell Tennyson?"
Julius Reed smiled faintly, "It seems I haven’t found the wrong people."
He clasped his hands together and gently pressed his fingers, "Do you have the ebony bracelet?"
"We don’t know what you’re talking about!"
The leading swordsman frowned slightly and placed a hand behind his back, subtly signaling to his companions.
His comrades understood and prepared to strike together.
As they knew of the ebony bracelet, they must be targeting them!
The reputation of Lowell Tennyson might no longer have a deterrent effect.
"Who exactly are you!"
The leading swordsman called out again, "Seeing as you know about the ebony bracelet, you must be from a sect! Not to deceive you, we have already sent the ebony bracelet back to Lowell Tennyson overnight! That is what Elder Mad Dragon sought!"
He tried to bluster his way through.
First, he attempted to intimidate the young man with the name of Elder Mad Dragon, and second, he hinted that the ebony bracelet was not in his possession.
"I find that dead men are preferable."
Julius Reed said with a raised brow, "At least, dead men don’t lie!"
With that, he took a step forward!
"Attack!"
Two swordsmen wielding their longswords slashed towards Julius Reed!
But all they saw was an afterimage!
Both swords missed their mark!
"What’s going on!"
One of them exclaimed, "Where is he?"
The swordsman who attacked with him was also bewildered.
He was sure he had seen the target, but why did their longswords miss?
"He’s behind you!"
The leader of the swordsmen cried out.
But it was too late.
Before the two could turn around, Julius Reed had already snapped their necks.
Thump!
Two bodies fell to the ground.
Their eyes stared wide.
"Now, will you still tell me the ebony bracelet isn’t with you?"
Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at the three men before him, "Hand it over, and I may leave you with a whole corpse."
"Madman! We belong to Lowell Tennyson!"
The color drained from the leading swordsman’s face, and his throat involuntarily moved.
He was too strong!
Though they were not weak, they seemed to lack even the strength to retaliate in front of Julius Reed.
"Lowell Tennyson?"
Julius Reed stepped forward, pointing at the three men, "Lowell Tennyson, what of it!"
As he finished speaking, his figure flickered wildly!
Boom!
He threw two punches!
The swordsmen on either side were sent flying and died before hitting the ground.
In the blink of an eye, five were reduced to four!
Only the lead swordsman remained.
"Who are you!"
The last man could barely even hold his sword steady.
He was too strong!
The enemy’s might was so overwhelming that he lost all courage to resist!
The last time he encountered such an invincible being was when Mad Dragon himself took action!
Sword Qi swept across!
"Hand it over."
Julius Reed extended one hand.
"Gulp."
The swordsman’s throat bobbed, his head spinning.
Finally, he took out a small brocade box from his chest.
And placed it in Julius Reed’s hand.
The box was exquisite.
When Julius Reed opened it, a refreshing coolness wafted out.
It was the ebony bracelet.
Originally, he had traveled the world to suppress the aggressive force inside Lillian Tompson’s body and had finally crafted the ebony bracelet.
No one else in the world could accomplish such a feat!
"May I... leave now?"
The swordsman was sweating profusely, his voice hoarse.
The brothers he had enjoyed a night out with just yesterday were now four corpses.
Looking at the bodies on the ground, his legs shook uncontrollably.
"Make a call to Mad Dragon."
Julius Reed pocketed the brocade box and spoke with a smile.
"This..."
The swordsman’s eyes darted around, unsure of what to do.
"Or perhaps, I should make the call myself. But then, what use would it be to keep you alive?"
Julius Reed said with a smile.
Though he was smiling, to the disciple of Lowell Tennyson, it was exceedingly frightening!
The person standing before him was a demon who killed without batting an eye!
"I... I’ll call..."
But before he could make the call, the phone suddenly rang.
The caller ID showed the name of a sword fanatic!
"Tennyson Six, what’s going on? The computer at Lowell Tennyson shows that the helicopter we dispatched has crashed?"
Upon hearing the call connect, the sword fanatic’s voice became much softer, "I thought something had happened to you!"
"I’m fine..."
Tennyson Six said dumbly, "It’s just..."
"I think you’re worried about the ebony bracelet getting into trouble!"
Julius Reed said, smiling.
"Who?"
Having heard a stranger’s voice, the sword fanatic’s own voice immediately turned cautious!
"Tennyson Six, who are you with?"
"It’s not who he’s with, but where he dies."
Crack!
Julius Reed directly snapped Tennyson Six’s neck.
He then took the phone for himself.
"Sword fanatic, you even schemed against me."
"Who are you!"
The sword fanatic was somewhat furious!
"There aren’t many in the world who know about the ebony bracelet, and I am just the one who made this bracelet. Did you think to take what is mine without my consent?"
Julius Reed spoke indifferently.
It seemed that when he mentioned Lowell Tennyson, there was a hint of disdain in his tone.
"You... You are... the Saint of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance... Julius Reed?"
The sword fanatic was clearly surprised.
After a brief shock, his tone returned to normal.
"The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is utterly turbulent! Julius Reed, I’ve heard that Demarco Mount has already revoked your control over the Wolf Cavalry and is about to elect a new Saint soon! At such a time, instead of trying to cling to life, you’re here opposing me! Do you still think it’s like four years ago?"
The sword fanatic’s tone was filled with disdain.
There was a time when Lowell Tennyson had to bow its head in vassalage to the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!
But now!
Julius Reed was no longer the Saint.
"I really like your arrogant tone,"
Julius Reed held up the phone and said indifferently, "The ebony bracelet is here with me. If you truly have the guts, come and take it yourself."
"You think I wouldn’t dare?"
The sword fanatic said coldly, "There are countless people in the world who long for your death! I don’t mind obliging you now!"
"I’m in Gonzalez City, waiting for you!"
After speaking, Julius Reed crushed the phone.
He turned and left.
Behind him, only the sound of the helicopter burning remained.
At the same time!
Lowell Tennyson!
Shla!
An elder suddenly drew his Longsword!
Sword Qi crisscrossed!
In the courtyard, a large tree was cut in half at the waist!
"This is too much!"
The elder took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger raging inside him.
"Sword fanatic, what is it?"
Another elder came from the courtyard, looking at the broken tree, he said in surprise, "As sword practitioners, cultivate your character! Why are you so enraged today?"
"Someone killed my Disciple!"
The sword fanatic said coldly, "This vengeance, I must take!"
"Take it!"
Just then, a Disciple ran frantically into the hall.
He kneeled directly in front of the sword fanatic.
"Speak!"
The sword fanatic said coldly.
"Tennyson One and others, they were killed in Medicine King Valley! Judging by the wounds, it was the work of Mad Dragon!"
The Disciple spoke softly.
"What!"
The sword fanatic’s features twisted ferociously.
"Mad Dragon! Where is Mad Dragon! I sent people to save you, yet you dare kill my Disciple!"
"Gonzalez City!"
The Disciple answered.
"Gonzalez City! Again Gonzalez City!"
The sword fanatic roared, "Let’s go, accompany me for revenge!"
...
Boulevard Mount.
In an ice chamber.
Several people knelt beside the ice bed, silent.
Upon the ice bed lay a man.
Or rather, a young man.
The youth had a handsome appearance, with a ruddy complexion.
He looked as if he were sleeping.
Crack!
Suddenly, the sound of ice cracking rang out!
All eyes opened wide, staring intently at the young man.
Crack!
Another sound!
Boom!
The thick extreme ice shattered in an instant.
Only light droplets of water remained on the man’s body.
"Hail the Medicine God!"
After a moment of stun, the people bowed excitedly in worship!
