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Chapter 1245: Chapter 1245: Trouble Keeps Coming
West Sea Buddha!
A powerful yet mysterious being.
He had made his name after a battle in Boulevard and then retreated from the world until now.
For years, he chose to withdraw from worldly affairs and concentrated on attuning to the Dao.
But—
No one dared to overlook the influence of the West Sea Buddha.
Those who had personally witnessed him eradicate several sects in Boulevard with a single swoop of his white robes still recall that battle with shivers.
Too frightening!
Yet, The North Sea was not afraid,
Or rather, not entirely afraid.
Their goal was to replace the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
If they dared not even confront the West Sea Buddha, how could they talk about ruling the sects of the world?
"Too high-handed!"
Everton Davenport stared at the provocative bold words on the gauntlet and felt a surge of nameless anger inside.
What kind of attitude was this?
A command?
"Lord Everton, what did the West Sea Buddha write in the letter?"
Okello Yarrow inquired aloud.
As a member of the sect, he naturally knew about the overbearing nature of the West Sea Buddha.
Now, the killing of The Northern soldiers meant an inevitable conflict!
This would be an interesting show.
"A gauntlet!"
Everton Davenport exerted a slight force with his right hand and flung the gauntlet in front of Okello Yarrow.
Slap!
Okello Yarrow reached out, seized the gauntlet, and opened it to read.
"Nirvana?"
He quirked an eyebrow and somewhat skeptically said, "Lord Everton, since when did The North Sea and West Sea become enemies?"
The West Sea Buddha had withdrawn from worldly matters, only his disciples remained actively visible.
Such an issuing of challenge was very rare!
There hadn’t been one in over a decade.
What could have made the West Sea Buddha break his silence?
"Never before."
Everton Davenport shook his head and snorted coldly, "I have always respected the West Sea Buddha, but with him bullying us like this, does he truly think The North Sea are easy targets? Guards!"
"Present!"
Guards flooded into the great hall.
"Send orders, prepare for war! If West Sea dares to harm anyone within The Northern Palace, they will be executed on the spot!"
At this moment, Everton Davenport displayed the authority of a king.
Yet deep inside, he did not wish for a conflict.
The reunification of The North Sea was imminent; he needed to unite all the forces he could.
The last thing to do was make enemies!
But ironically, West Sea had chosen this moment to issue a challenge?
Utterly absurd!
The words Everton Davenport had just spoken were merely to show a stance, to demonstrate to those present that The North Sea was not cowed.
"King of The North Sea, I think there might be some misunderstanding."
Granny Xihua, leaning on her golden staff, stepped forward from the crowd, "I am willing to go personally to investigate the matter. After all, overturning the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is the current priority. Other grievances, if possible, should be let go."
"Thank you, Granny!"
Everton Davenport nodded slightly, "If we can talk, we shall talk; if West Sea insists on provoking us, Granny need not waste words with him. Since The Northern Palace dares to challenge the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, we are not afraid of him, the West Sea Buddha!"
As he spoke, his tone carried a measure of authority.
With the challenge from West Sea, what position did that put The Northern Palace in?
It was quite a slap in the face.
"Hmm."
Granny Xihua turned and left.
Meanwhile, within the Eight-direction palace, everyone pondered the reasons for West Sea’s challenge.
The Buddha had disengaged from worldly matters for many years; to suddenly issue a challenge, there must be a reason.
However, Everton Davenport thought hard but could not pinpoint where he might have offended West Sea.
With this challenge issued, both parties had completely forsaken any semblance of cordiality.
The situation was so severe, yet they knew nothing about what had happened!
One hour later.
Granny Xihua returned to the Eight-direction Palace.
"Sigh!"
She sighed, her face showing helplessness.
This sigh immediately piqued everyone’s interest.
"Granny, have you found out the cause?"
Everton Davenport was just as curious.
It seemed Granny Xihua must have discovered something.
Otherwise, she would not have had that expression.
The Eight-direction Palace fell silent, everyone waiting for her to speak.
"In the West Sea Divine Buddha’s entourage, there are Golden Boy and Jade Girl," Granny Xihua said standing in the center of the Eight-direction Palace. "But a few days ago, Golden Boy and Jade Girl were killed at the Shadow Gate headquarters."
"I’ve heard a bit about it."
Everton Davenport nodded and pondered, "In the battle at Shadow Gate, Mad Dragon killed thousands, including Golden Boy and Jade Girl. But what does this have to do with my North Sea?"
That battle was known to all.
Almost all the martial arts elites perished at Shadow Gate, and two elders from Shu Mountain and Skyslaughter Sect were also killed!
Had Granny Xihua left earlier, she might have perished there too.
Reflecting on it, she was still very thankful for Devlin.
Later, when she heard Devlin was taken away by an eagle, she did not send anyone to chase after him.
"Golden Boy and Jade Girl were killed by Mad Dragon, and when the West Sea Divine Buddha heard of it, he wanted to take revenge personally! However..." Granny Xihua sighed, "Mad Dragon was killed by your North Sea Marshal! With nowhere to direct his vengeance, the Divine Buddha naturally vented his anger on the North Sea Marshal. This time, he sent the Arhat of Homicide to take back the North Sea Marshal’s head."
Upon these words, everyone was surprised.
So domineering!
Extremely domineering!
Was there someone so unreasonable in the world?
But to reason with the West Sea Divine Buddha was to court death.
"Absurd!"
Whoosh!
Everton Davenport slammed his hand on the Dragon Throne in anger. "Do they really think my North Sea is their vassal? To just kill the grand North Sea Marshal on their say-so? When I, the North Sea Marshal, killed Mad Dragon, I avenged his incompetent disciple; the West Sea Divine Buddha should be thanking me instead of accusing me!"
"The West Sea Divine Buddha is indeed too domineering," the Marshal chimed in from the side. "Mad Dragon has harmed the martial world for years, and his death by the North Sea Marshal’s hand is a great fortune! We are willing to mediate and personally go to the West Sea to ask the Divine Buddha to cease hostilities."
As for the members of the sect, they remained silent.
Watching the tigers fight from the mountain was the best choice.
They secretly hoped that West Sea and North Sea would clash and weaken each other.
"Report!"
Just then, another North Sea Attendant burst in.
"What now!"
Everton Davenport was furiously annoyed!
The North Sea had been stable for years in Star City.
Why had there been non-stop issues these past few days?
"Report! State affairs!"
The North Sea Attendant knelt on one knee, hands clasped together, head bowed, he responded.
"To the Grand Hall!"
Everton Davenport’s heart sank, he turned to Ishmael Will, "Mr. Ishmael, please help me entertain the guests."
"Yes."
Ishmael Will slightly bowed, with a hint of a smile.
"Let’s go!"
Everton Davenport swept his long sleeve and strode out of the Eight-direction Palace.
When he arrived at the main hall.
He found that many people were already standing there.
In the dead of night, all the great courtiers gathered here, it didn’t seem like good news was to be had.
"What is it!"
Everton Davenport walked to the upper Dragon Throne in the grand hall, his eyes coldly watching the North Sea courtiers below.
"Jonas Brandon is dead!"
After a moment of silence, an old man stepped forward tremblingly, speaking solemnly.
"What!"
Everton Davenport doubted his own ears.
"Your Majesty, our important North Sea official Jonas Brandon was killed at his home one hour ago. The lethal weapon was an arrow from Solaris Grove."
The old man gestured, and someone behind him presented a blood-stained arrow with both hands.
