"This..."

Gerrit Harris was dumbfounded.

He rushed to the door, about to push it open, but upon thinking of the arrows outside, he quickly conjured up a Formation in front of him!

To fend off the outside threat!

Murphy Michael's fate was uncertain, but being dried up like that, the person was definitely ruined.

Could he still be revived like a sea cucumber with some water?

Bang!

Gerrit Harris flicked his sleeve, and the door was blasted open!

Outside, it was pitch black.

Even the lights that should be in the inner hall were extinguished.

"Master, what's happening?"

Hayden Marsh and Konrad Marsh turned back hastily, asking somewhat uneasily.

"Earlier, was there anyone outside?" Gerrit Harris scanned the area but saw no sign of anyone.

Despite the darkness, the eyes of a Great Grandmaster far surpassed those of ordinary people.

Furthermore, he could sense things.

There was indeed no one.

"Strange, none of you noticed?" Gerrit Harris furrowed his brows, glancing around outside.

With a Formation in front of him, he could ward off some attacks, so he wasn't worried about another surprise arrow.

But how did the person who shot the arrow leave so quickly?

Bear in mind, Hayden Marsh and Konrad Marsh at the door were all Great Grandmasters!

In the face of Murphy Michael and Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving, they might be a bit weak.

But looking at the Black Pine League, or the broader martial arts world, the Marsh brothers were renowned figures!

If someone truly came, how could they remain undetected?

And then silently leave after committing murder?

He stepped out of the hall door, seemingly a bit uneasy.

But frequently releasing Formations was extremely exhausting.

For the already weakened Gerrit Harris, it was akin to adding insult to injury.

"Really nobody?" He tentatively took a step forward, quickly retreating.

Indeed, there was no danger whatsoever.

Gerrit Harris, after contemplating, took a big step out.

But his body remained tense, ready to handle any adverse situation at any moment.

A whole ten seconds.

No surprise attack; all was very safe.

Only then did Gerrit Harris relax, turning to close the door.

There was a hole in the hall door.

This was a mark left by an arrow that pierced through.

Hayden Marsh and Konrad Marsh stood right beside the door, yet they hadn't noticed?

"Look, this is the mark left by the arrow." Gerrit Harris pointed at the hole, asking, "You didn't notice?"

The arrow's flight not only surged with force but also produced noise!

How could a Great Grandmaster miss it?

"When did this happen?" Hayden Marsh was somewhat surprised, "I didn't feel anything at all!"

"Master, are you hurt?" Konrad Marsh asked with concern.

"No." Gerrit Harris was at a loss. Could the opponent have been too skillful?

So much so that even two Great Grandmasters didn't notice?

But what kind of master would be that formidable!

"Are you two certain you didn't feel anything?" Gerrit Harris stepped with one foot inside the hall and the other outside, utterly puzzled.

"Master, what happened?" Hayden Marsh kept questioning.

"We, the brothers, have been thinking about revenge all along; perhaps we were negligent?" Konrad Marsh's tone came with a hint of pain.

"Master, Black's revenge..."

"Enough! Wait here." Gerrit Harris gestured for the two to stop talking and walked inside.

"Strange, what's going on!"

He approached Murphy Michael, bent down, reaching out to probe, but felt fear.

What lay before him was no longer a person but clearly a mummy.

A dried corpse!

Someone who was fine just a moment ago, how did they suddenly become like this?

Afraid of being corroded, Gerrit Harris refrained from touching it and instead picked up the sword from the ground, gently probing the corpse.

Crash!

The mummy unexpectedly fell apart.

Turning into a pile of dust.

Cleaner than cremation!

"Dead?" Gerrit Harris touched his head.

Just a moment ago, Murphy Michael was boasting and displaying his abilities.

Now, he turned to ashes.

Gerrit Harris bent down, studying the arrow carefully.

He dared not touch it.

Fearful of becoming a mummy himself.

"Outrageous!" Standing in the inner hall, Gerrit Harris was somewhat speechless.

After all the trouble: injured himself, lost a disciple, and the Formation was destroyed.

Nothing gained?

"Disperse, I'm a bit tired tonight." Gerrit Harris pushed open the hall door and walked away briskly. "You three, fix the Ten Halls of Yama properly tonight so when the West Tower arrives, it's our trump card."

With that, he vanished into the courtyard.

After he left, the East Sea demon path emerged from another room.

"Thank you, Senior Brothers, for earlier." The East Sea demon path folded his hands sincerely and spoke.

"No need to be so formal, Junior Brother. If it weren't for that vile man capturing my brother, how could Black have been killed!" Hayden Marsh sighed, somewhat resentful, "I don't understand why Master decided to keep him. Is our Black Pine League no match for an outsider?"

"Indeed! By the way, we, the brothers, still have to thank you for helping with vengeance." Konrad Marsh stared curiously at the pile of ashes inside the hall, "Why... did he end up like this?"

Inside conversation was unseen from outside.

They were unaware of what had transpired inside.

Couldn't hear but could see.

The East Sea demon path pierced Murphy Michael's heart with an arrow!

Killed Murphy Michael.

"Perhaps... Master burned the corpse?" The East Sea demon path chuckled, walked inside to retrieve the arrow, and turned to leave.

This arrow was a gift from the Holy Master.

After he and the West Sea deity lost to Julius Reed, he had already pledged allegiance.

Now, he was Julius Reed's person.

Killing Murphy Michael was for that reason.

As for the arrow's material, the Holy Master searched far and wide, finding metal identical to that of the Break Sky Knife.

After polishing, pouring much effort, finally forged an arrow.

Only one existed!

Fortunately, Gerrit Harris didn't recognize it.

Didn't care about this arrow.

Meanwhile.

The room holding Davion and Lillian Tompson was lit.

"Lillian, perhaps we won't see tomorrow's sun, but I want to tell you..."

"Sorcerer, at this time are you still involved in romantic affairs?" Lillian Tompson's tone was very dissatisfied, even with a touch of disdain.

"Lillian! If not for saving you, I could have left long ago. You don't appreciate it, fine, but aren't you too harsh on me!" Davion's face changed.

Whether he'd survive to leave was yet to be determined, why should he swallow his anger?

"I didn't ask you to save me." Lillian Tompson spoke coldly.

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

The two Marsh brothers entered the room with swords in hand.

"What are you going to do!" There was a flash of fear in Sorcerer's eyes.

No one is unafraid of death.

Especially the elite.

"Of course, we're here for revenge!" Hayden Marsh squinted his eyes, brandishing his Longsword viciously, "You're all going to be buried!"

"Wait!"

Davion hurriedly spoke, "Don't kill us, I can agree to any condition you have!"

"Then tell us why you want to steal our treasure?" Konrad Marsh asked sternly.

People need to be killed.

But first, understand why.

"Because..."

"Stop!" Davion was about to speak, but Lillian Tompson interrupted him: "That's a secret; if you say it, all our efforts will be in vain!"

"I can't care about that anymore!" Davion looked at Lillian Tompson with eyes full of hatred, "As long as you give her to me, I can do anything for you! Including... eliminating the Ghost Martial Tribe!"

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