"This... this this..."

The martial artists of Boulevard looked at the woman in the cheongsam, speaking somewhat haltingly.

Dwight Michael was known as the White-clothed War God in Aron Abbott, and was recognized as Aron Abbott's number one.

This time coming to Boulevard, he was quite significant.

Although amidst the gathering of top experts, he might not catch Han Caldwell's eye.

But along the way, he was certainly considered an expert.

Yet such an expert was actually split in half alive by a woman!

Those less skilled than Dwight Michael, their faces turned as pale as paper.

Fear, unease!

And the horror once dominated by Mr. Ghost of the Mountain of Leaving, reappeared again!

Many subconsciously stepped back.

Not long ago, they were ambitious, clamoring to kill and make a mark.

But now, these Grandmasters only prayed to survive safely.

"Boundless darkness." The woman did not rush to act but smiled at Julius Reed.

Her face was fair, lips alluring.

The dazzling cheongsam in this dark night was extremely striking!

"But the light will surely appear." Julius Reed sat on horseback and responded. "Indeed, the more beautiful the flower, the more poisonous. The more beautiful the girl, the more dangerous."

"I suppose, you must be the commander, Mr. West Tower?" The woman chuckled softly, pursed her lips, seemingly shy, and couldn't help but cover her face with her hand.

"Speak your mind, talk your crap." Julius Reed descended from above, looking at the woman less than five meters away from him.

There's nothing much to say when facing an enemy.

This insult completely took the woman by surprise.

She was momentarily stunned, then laughed even more joyfully. "Mr. West Tower, I thought you were a gentleman full of grace. How come your words are so crude? I'm a lady, don't you know how to cherish women..."

This laughter shook the hearts of many martial artists, madness gleaming in their eyes.

Yet thinking of Dwight Michael's corpse, their bodies shivered, feeling a surge of cold chills up their spine!

Who would have thought that such a beautiful woman would kill without blinking an eye?

Julius Reed leaned slightly forward, constantly sniffing.

"What? Mr. West Tower worried I might have drugged you or perhaps you've smelled my body fragrance?" The woman laughed, swaying gracefully, her charming phoenix eyes becoming more captivating.

"I'm sniffing because you stink!" Julius Reed sneered, suddenly leaping up!

With his longsword thrusting forward!

"Excessive!" The woman leaned back!

The sword tip nearly grazed her nose as it swept past!

Swish!

In an instant, countless dark shadows appeared from behind the woman!

These people were clad in black, faces covered with black cloth!

The katana in hand glimmered with chilling gleams!

Under the moon, the beauty.

Steel blade, assassin.

Julius Reed landed on the ground, holding his sword single-handedly, extremely composed.

"Quick! Run!"

Someone shouted, and the martial artists of Boulevard turned and ran!

They didn't want to become the next Dwight Michael!

Bam!

The martial artists barely turned around, and the first to run was sent flying back, falling on the ground.

Blood spurted from his mouth, and he was close to death.

Other martial artists retreated one by one.

"Deserters, die!" Brant Fairbanks, eyes red, led the disciples of Ocean Academy, blocking the path.

"You... you killed him?" The martial artists pointed to their companion's still warm corpse, fearful.

Why were their own hands so ruthless?

"West Tower is the commander. If any of you dare to desert, I will kill you! Remember, my words are gold!"

Brant Fairbanks folded his hands behind his back, standing in the middle of the road.

If he let these people run, what was the point of this endeavor?

Wasn't it to show Ocean Academy's prestige?

To pave the way for leaving the south in the future?

Without an audience, who would he perform for?

Who could know how formidable they truly were?

The martial artists looked at Julius Reed, but found their commander showed no reaction, clearly consenting to it.

Escape, and you'll die.

Not escaping, you might survive.

The martial artists shook their heads, standing in place.

They wouldn't take action, they would just watch.

If West Tower died, no one could stop their escape.

At worst, change sides, surrender.

"Mr. West Tower, you insult me and want to kill me. Yet you don't ask where I'm from or why I'm here to find you." The woman looked pitiable, evoking sympathy.

But the ten or so black-clad people with katanas behind her consistently reminded others, she is a deadly rose!

"Asking or not, we still fight. Not asking, we fight all the same. Whether I ask or not makes no difference." Julius Reed raised his longsword, his other hand extended a middle finger, gently pressing it against the sword.

The Dragon King Ring began to emit a red glow.

The blade started trembling.

"I'm here to help you." The woman spoke with a perpetual smile. "The current lord is Cold Nelson. I reckon you no longer need to serve an ousted lord. Why not join us instead?"

Julius Reed furrowed slightly, realizing the woman was with Cold Nelson?

But when he was at Demarco Mount, how come he didn't know about her?

The woman's skills were formidable, and she had assassins lurking behind.

Such an expert could not possibly be unknown.

"Were you sent by Cold Nelson?" He asked.

It seems he really had to ask clearly.

"Of course!" The woman raised her head, taking a step forward. "Commander, we have long heard of your fame. It is said Han Caldwell is always wary of you and has tried multiple times to harm you. What is the point of following someone like that? As long as you come to Demarco Mount, the Military Department has a place for you."

"Military Department?" Julius Reed chuckled: "A grand offer indeed, the Military Department controls the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance's military power. Are you really willing? Aren't you afraid I'm feigning surrender?"

"Of course we're afraid." The woman stepped closer: "But we're even more afraid if you're the enemy."

"I've never seen you." Julius Reed pointed at the woman's feet: "Take another step forward, and I'll kill you."

"Truly rough." The woman stopped, maintaining a distance of about ten meters.

Swish!

Those shadows instantly retreated to the woman's back, completely overlapping with her figure!

It looked as if there was only one person.

"Who are you? It seems I haven't heard of you." Julius Reed asked again. "Since we're negotiating, show some sincerity. Let me first see if you qualify to talk to me."

"So youthful and reckless." The woman was not annoyed, but laughed even more cheerfully. "I am Dorian Cook. One of the War Gods under the Emperor. Since you're with Han Caldwell, you must know who the Emperor is. So, am I qualified?"

Emperor?

War God?

Julius Reed certainly knew.

In that battle, he personally imprisoned the Emperor and several War Gods in the dungeon beneath Demarco Mount!

He hadn't expected there were fish that slipped through the net outside!

"To be honest, our people have already infiltrated Black Pine League. I estimate half an hour ago, they surrendered to Demarco Mount. West Tower, you have five minutes to consider." The woman's smile gradually faded as she didn't know when a weapon appeared in her hand. "I look forward to cooperating with you, or you die under my feet."

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