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Chapter 1126: Chapter 1126: The One Who Kills You
It was deep into the night.
It was always unusually silent.
Standing in the top-floor attic in deep contemplation, Julius Reed seemed to hear a familiar voice.
But he didn’t pay much attention to it, thinking it was just his illusion.
Ever since the Dragon King Ring had invaded his consciousness, Julius Reed always felt that he was experiencing illusions.
But half a minute later,
downstairs, there came a loud banging on the door.
Bang!
Julius Reed leaped up, jumping down from the rooftop!
He happened to see a disciple from the Willson Pavilion carrying two people and knocking on the door.
"Brother Davenport!"
As soon as a few people saw Julius Reed, they hurriedly explained, "Both of these young ladies have fainted, and one of them said she’s your friend."
"My friend?"
Julius Reed lifted the heads of the two women and, seeing their faces, said somewhat surprised, "Lily Jorden?"
"Do you recognize them?"
Seeing that Julius Reed indeed knew these two women, the Willson Pavilion disciple breathed a sigh of relief.
Knocking in the middle of the night, disturbing the rest, they felt conflicted.
But thinking that they couldn’t just stand by and not help, they knocked on the door.
"It’s fine, just bring them in."
As soon as Julius Reed finished speaking, the door was opened by Nelson.
On seeing the two women, Nelson was first stunned, then bewitchingly said, "Dragon King, this maiden is ready to serve you at any moment, so why must you sneak around..."
Her tone even carried a hint of grievance.
"This is Lily Jorden!"
Julius Reed sighed helplessly.
The Willson Pavilion disciple behind him did not dare to delay, and hurriedly brought the two people to the sofa in the mansion.
Then, they quickly left.
"Lily Jorden?"
As the door closed, Nelson, looking at Lily Jorden with her eyes tightly shut and her face pale, said in surprise, "How has this girl ended up like this?"
She pinched Lily Jorden’s wrist, frowning slightly as she said, "She might be suffering from hunger. Her breath is very weak!"
Beside her was Gabriel Abernathy wearing a Quella Radcliffe mask.
"Quella Radcliffe?"
Upon clearly seeing the face of the Night Fairy, Nelson exclaimed, "Why is Quella Radcliffe outside?"
She had been staying in the living room all along and hadn’t seen Quella Radcliffe go out!
And it looked like Quella Radcliffe was seriously injured, her face pale!
But when Nelson’s hand touched Gabriel Abernathy, she said even more surprised, "She’s not Quella Radcliffe!"
The aura of the woman before her was weak, but Nelson could distinctly feel the aura of a mighty being!
Gabriel Abernathy was a Grandmaster!
Although usually adept at concealing it, now she was near death.
Completely unconscious.
A Grandmaster’s aura naturally revealed itself.
"This isn’t Quella Radcliffe, but the Night Fairy!"
After checking Gabriel Abernathy’s injuries, Julius Reed turned and walked over to a table.
In the drawer of the table, there were various medicines.
To stop bleeding, to disinfect.
Very comprehensive.
He took out a few items, then Julius Reed directly tore open Gabriel Abernathy’s clothes.
"Hey! Nelson, you do it."
Ultimately, it is improper for a man and woman to have such contact, and the injuries of the Night Fairy were on her back.
No matter how Julius Reed tried, it was inconvenient.
So, he simply handed the mess over to Nelson.
"Remember, you must keep a close eye on them! The moment they wake up, tell me immediately."
After saying this, he turned and went upstairs.
Quella Radcliffe had already gone to sleep, hugging Bamboo Whitaker.
The young girl might have had a nightmare, so Quella Radcliffe didn’t want to let her sleep alone.
Julius Reed simply walked up to the third floor and stayed alone in a small room.
The more he thought, the more he felt something was off!
Lily Jorden!
Night Fairy!
How could these two have ended up together?
Could it be that the Night Fairy’s injuries were inflicted by Lily Jorden?
It didn’t seem likely.
The Night Fairy was a Grandmaster, while Lily Jorden was not.
The two were not on the same level.
Everything had to wait until the two woke up.
...
Under the night sky.
Danger was lurking.
"Master, since we are heading to Gonzalez City and it’s a long journey, why not take a plane?"
In a small town about three hundred kilometers from Gonzalez City,
Lowell Tennyson and a few disciples were sitting in a hostel, eating beef noodles.
"Plane?"
Hearing the Disciple’s question, Lowell Tennyson coldly replied, "Julius Reed once destroyed one of our helicopters with his bare hands, do you dare to take one?"
That day, when he sent out the helicopter to retrieve the ebony bracelet,
the helicopter had already been shot down.
Danger.
Only by traveling in vehicles was one truly safe.
On land, it was very difficult for Sword Zealot to be killed!
"Indeed, but when will we reach Gonzalez City?"
A disciple scratched his head and asked, looking somewhat exhausted.
They had been sitting in the car all day and were very weary.
"Don’t rush."
Sword Zealot put his leftover beef noodles on the table and wiped his mouth, "Tomorrow morning, we’ll take the high-speed rail straight to Gonzalez City! Then, as your master, I’ll personally slay the Holy Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!"
There was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
Holy Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!
Once, a supremely powerful being.
Just the thought excited him!
After killing Julius Reed, reclaiming the ebony bracelet, and putting it on his son,
the matter would be perfectly resolved.
"Master, how could the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance have fallen so low? Back in the day, they were formidable!"
Sword Zealot disdainfully replied, "Now, my Lowell Tennyson could even surpass them!"
"The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is in turmoil; it is rumored that the Holy Master has lost his memory and his martial prowess has greatly diminished. The constant internal strife means their defeat was only a matter of time."
Sword Zealot gently patted his belly, a satisfied look on his face, "This noodle dish is much better than what our valley’s chefs can make!"
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a noise came from outside the window.
"Who!"
Sword Zealot grabbed the longsword beside him and leaped out!
He was on the third floor of the inn, the window still open.
But after landing, he found nothing unusual.
"How strange! Was it an illusion?"
He held his sword in one hand, cautiously surveying the surroundings.
It was very dark.
But a Grandmaster’s perception was extraordinary!
If there were any dangers nearby, he would definitely spot them.
He had clearly heard something earlier, so why was there no movement now?
"Who!"
Sword Zealot asked loudly again.
No reply.
All around was silent.
But this silence was very strange!
No bird calls, no insect sounds!
No sounds at all!
Very abnormal!
Sword Zealot slowly closed his eyes, trying to sense the dangers around him.
But he found nothing.
"Ah..."
Just then, from inside the inn he had just left, came a scream!
The scream of Sword Servant!
"Not good!"
Sword Zealot turned and ran back, leaping down to the ground floor!
Whoosh!
Through the window, he returned to the third floor.
But when Sword Zealot saw the scene before him, he was stunned on the spot!
All the Sword Servants in the room had been killed!
A sword through the throat!
None of the Sword Servants had even managed to draw their swords.
Blood, continuously flowing.
The Sword Servants’ eyes were wide open, their deaths unaccepted.
"Who did this!"
Sword Zealot roared!
The opponent was strong!
To have his subordinates unable to even draw their swords surely meant the attacker was a powerful foe!
Whoosh!
Another sound.
Seeking death!
Sword Zealot fiercely drew his longsword and leaped into the air!
As he landed, he couldn’t help but squint his eyes.
This time, the opponent didn’t flee but stood neatly downstairs.
About, dozens of them.
Apparently, they were waiting for him.
"Who are you!"
Sword Zealot asked harshly.
"The ones who will kill you."
The man threw the cigarette butt from his mouth to the ground and slightly waved his hand.
Behind him, dozens of men in black held up their longswords, slowly approaching Sword Zealot.
