Under the eaves, a person has no choice but to lower their head.

Davion knew clearly in his heart that he had already boarded Devlin's pirate ship; if he didn't cooperate, he might end up being abandoned after serving his purpose.

No matter what, he had to get out alive first.

With strong enemies inside and a large number of forbidden troops outside, the only one he could rely on seemed to be none other than Devlin.

He turned back, and Lillian Tompson was still nowhere to be found.

But at such a critical moment, Davion could hardly protect himself, let alone worry about Lillian Tompson.

The inner hall!

Gerrit Harris was sitting in a chair, pondering over the words of Dorian Cook.

He had learned something about the Undead Tribe.

Since Han Caldwell had emerged out of nowhere, leading the Undead Tribe and wreaking havoc, it seemed that the entire martial arts world was intentionally or unintentionally inquiring about the Undead Tribe.

Immortality has always been humanity's ultimate desire, explored for thousands of years without a clear answer.

But now, the emergence of the Undead Tribe directly fulfilled people's fantasies.

They practiced martial arts for the unity of heaven and man, able to achieve immortality.

Some even willingly became henchmen of the Undead Tribe for immortality.

The martial artists on Boulevard Mountain were mostly such people.

Though Gerrit Harris was not yet at death's door, he had lived for centuries, and likely didn't have much longer to live.

Achieving immortality had become his most urgent need.

However, the rumors outside, or the information that outsiders could obtain, were pitifully sparse.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Gerrit Harris wouldn't have thought that Murphy Michael, an Undead Tribe master, would turn to ashes!

In other words, the Undead Tribe could indeed die.

It's just that the difficulty was higher.

He hoped to learn more about the Undead Tribe through Dorian Cook.

Then, continue to explore the secret of immortality.

The inner hall was very quiet.

Everyone stood in place, not knowing what they were thinking.

But suddenly.

Gerrit Harris's heart trembled.

He looked up, and the sword standing in front of him was intact.

Very calm, without a ripple.

Wrong!

The sword should have fallen!

The formation's completion is the unity of heaven and man!

Within several miles, he could feel his formation.

But now, Gerrit Harris clearly sensed that the formation was broken, and danger was approaching.

Yet why was the warning sword slow to fall?

An illusion!

Gerrit Harris was shocked, forming seals with one hand.

Suddenly exploded!

Buzz!

Spiritual power fluctuated violently!

Everything around seemed to change!

Not only Gerrit Harris, but everyone in the room seemed to wake from a dream!

Bang!

The door burst open!

A black shadow came swooping in with lightning speed!

"Who goes there!" Gerrit Harris placed his right hand behind him and drew a wooden sword!

"Seize him!"

Hayden Marsh and others seemed to be in another world, and after regaining their senses, they rushed up with their men!

Slash!

Sutton swept his sword across!

The grandmaster at the forefront was directly cut in half when met with the sword's light!

Blood splattered all over.

"As expected of the Eight-Armed Heavenly, you actually sensed it. If you were a second later, I would have taken your head!" Sutton laughed heartily and rushed towards Gerrit Harris!

The surrounding grandmasters kept charging, but without exception, all died under the sword!

Seeing the situation was not good, Hayden Marsh and Konrad Marsh drew their swords and came forward!

The two Great Grandmasters tacitly stabbed their longswords from different directions!

Facing the pincer attack, Sutton tapped the tip of his foot on the ground and soared into the air!

The longsword in his hand exploded with sword arcs!

Boom!

The ground of the inner hall exploded with pits.

Hayden Marsh and Konrad Marsh did not give up; after dodging the sword arcs, they charged up again.

Clang!

The two swords, one left and one right, both hacked onto the sword Sutton held horizontally before him.

The immense force caused the mighty general of the emperor to stagger backward!

"Ah!"

Sutton shouted loudly, directly pushing away the two swords!

Then leaped into the air!

His feet kicked the two men's chests in an instant!

The Marsh brothers retreated separately, inserting their swords into the ground and half-kneeling.

Upon receiving the news, the forbidden troops quickly rushed over.

But it was meaningless.

Three meters before Sutton was Gerrit Harris.

The forbidden troops hesitated, not daring to advance.

"Dorian Cook?" Sutton looked at the back seated on a chair in front of Gerrit Harris.

Hearing this.

Dorian Cook's body trembled.

He didn't speak.

"I didn't expect you to really be here." As Sutton took a step forward, Hayden Marsh immediately rolled to Dorian Cook's front, placing his sword against the woman's neck. "Boy, if you dare take another step, I'll kill her!"

"Haha!" Sutton was first stunned, then laughed: "Young man, are you crazy? Kill her, I want to see if you can kill her."

"Don't force me!" Hayden Marsh shouted angrily.

Since they were accomplices, they certainly came to rescue someone.

After saying this, he slowly pressed the longsword into Dorian Cook's body.

"It's useless." Gerrit Harris, holding a wooden sword, shook his head, gesturing for Hayden Marsh and others to step back behind him. "She's Undead Tribe, ordinary weapons can't kill her."

Hearing this, a hint of frustration flashed across Hayden Marsh's face.

Again with the Undead Tribe!

What on earth does this damned race want!

"Mr. Harris, I extremely admire you. But today, if you don't submit, I don't mind killing you." Sutton extended the blade in his hand, his tone full of arrogance and confidence.

"Within three meters, I am confident I can take you out before they come.".

The inner hall fell silent.

Hayden Marsh and others didn't dare speak, nor did any other experts in the hall.

Everyone's eyes were on Gerrit Harris.

If Gerrit Harris decided to fight, they would charge in without hesitation!

If Gerrit Harris decided to talk, they wouldn't mind sitting down for a discussion.

Sometimes, killing isn't the only way to solve problems.

"You've been here for a while but still don't know your name." Gerrit Harris returned to his chair, waving his hand towards the door. "Stand down, let me have a chat with this guest. If I die, leave none alive. As far as I know, although the Undead Tribe is hard to kill, they can still die.".

As soon as the words were spoken, the forbidden troops outside retreated three steps, with reinforcements continuously pouring in from behind.

Sealing the inner hall airtight.

"Have some tea." Gerrit Harris picked up the teacup from the table beside him and directly threw it over!

Swoosh!

The tip of Sutton's sword flicked, and the teacup spun on the sword tip!

Finally, the cup fell onto the blade.

Not a drop spilled.

"Thank you, Master Harris." Sutton slightly raised the blade, all the tea falling into his mouth.

"Haha, sir, you truly have the guts and skills to even dare drink this tea." Gerrit Harris laughed heartily and said no more.

To prevent the Ten Yama Formation from being unable to suppress the expert in front of him, he added a bit of a substance to the tea.

Similar to the cup of wine to Mr. Ghost back on Mountain of Leaving.

A cup of Soup of Oblivion, asserting dominance across the eight regions within the Ten Halls Yama Formation.

"Let me introduce myself." Sutton tossed the teacup to the ground, leisurely smiling: "She... is the superior of Dorian Cook, the first general of the Undead Tribe. The strongest warrior under the Emperor. Is this identity enough?"

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