In everyone's eyes, it was as if a phoenix had flashed by!

Not the embroidery on the cloak, but a living phoenix!

A blood-soaked fire phoenix!

Immediately, they knelt to the ground, covering their eyes with their hands.

"Ah... my eyes! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"I can't see, I can't see anything! How could this happen!"

"It's blood, my eyes are bleeding!"

Martial artists chasing Bane Cook were all panicking!

Pain, fear.

And the deep-seated unease made them scream.

Trying to ensure the safety of their companions.

But without exception.

All of them were blind.

Their eyes were severely burned.

Having lost their sight.

"Master, please show mercy!"

The martial artist who reacted first kept kowtowing.

Ironically, he couldn't even see the position of the woman.

"We didn't mean to offend, please lift your hand high and spare us a life!"

Once someone started, the others followed suit, kowtowing and bowing, hoping to save their lives.

The hunters a moment ago were now prey in an instant.

Prey without dignity.

What a pity.

The woman seemed completely disdainful to waste words with them.

Or rather, these people did not qualify to make her speak.

Those about to die, like ants, why waste words?

Whoosh!

The woman flung her cloak!

The two in front exploded into a mist of blood!

This intense aura directly intimidated the hearts of the others!

They couldn't see, but the suddenly vanished pleas, along with the blood splattered across their faces.

Proved that their companions, who had been fighting alongside them, had already taken the first step.

Reported below.

Perhaps, not even needing an urn.

The Funeral Alliance suffered a financial loss.

"Master, we are from the Black Pine League! If you kill us, Lord Gerrit Harris and the Black Pine League won't let you off easily!"

The leader finished speaking and hurriedly kowtowed: "If you can spare us, the Black Pine League will be eternally grateful! We were at fault first this time, we beg the master to give us a way to live!"

Swish!

As soon as the words were spoken!

The ground was pitted from impact.

It was clear that these people truly disregarded everything to survive.

The woman said nothing.

She walked slowly up to the leader, lifted her right foot!

Stomped down hard!

Crack!

The leader's head exploded directly.

The person was dead.

The others came to their senses, scurrying around like headless flies.

The woman bent down, picked up the hidden weapon case.

Swish!

The sound of the hidden weapon case.

The person fell.

The continuous sound of the hidden weapon case broke the silence of the night.

In half a minute.

The pursuers were all dead.

Throwing knives pierced through the back of the head, exiting from the forehead.

Bane Cook was dumbfounded.

Standing still in place.

"Walk ten miles east, and you will find the person you are looking for." The woman tossed the hidden weapon case aside and left with big strides.

"May I ask..."

Bane Cook never managed to call out those words until the woman disappeared.

Forget it.

Ten miles!

He grabbed his sword, quickly heading east.

Once Bane Cook was gone.

Two women appeared in the wasteland.

One in red, one in white.

"Master, why don't you show yourself directly?" Elwood Thorneycroft dressed in white, had long since lost his juvenile appearance.

"I told you, I'm waiting for him to come to find me." Hiddy said, face cold and aloof, eyes fixed east. "If he won't come, why should I go to him?"

"But..." Elwood Thorneycroft was a bit helpless: "The women around him are increasing, aren't you worried..."

At that, Elwood Thorneycroft shut his mouth.

No more words.

Another word, and it might lead to a beating.

Sure enough, Hiddy turned her head.

Smiled at her: "Do you like her too?"

The smile seemed relaxed, but Elwood Thorneycroft wasn't at ease at all.

"I know the answer." Hiddy withdrew her gaze, unconcerned. "There are few women who are unmoved after meeting him."

"In this world, liking something doesn't make it yours." Elwood Thorneycroft awkwardly smiled: "I guess money and him are probably the two things women love most in this world."

"But I don't like money." Hiddy said flatly: "He doesn't like money either."

"Master, seeing so many women around him, aren't you jealous?" Elwood Thorneycroft cautiously asked: "Especially that Nangong, even with him..."

"Why would I be jealous?" Hiddy raised her head, her tone proud: "What rights do they have to compete with me?"

Elwood Thorneycroft was at a loss for words.

"Do you know why I saved you back then?" Hiddy turned, looking directly into Elwood Thorneycroft's eyes.

"Master, I don't know." Elwood Thorneycroft hung his head low.

This question had always puzzled her.

"You were just the adoptive daughter of a young man, if not for me saving you, you might have died long ago."

"Being used by Devlin to Ghost Valley, and later becoming a royal minister was all orchestrated by me."

"Because your experiences were similar to mine back then."

"Back then, my father wanted to use me against Julius Reed, but I ended up killing him."

Hiddy spoke lightly, but Elwood Thorneycroft understood just how much internal conflict lay behind those simple words.

"I hate those who use me."

"No matter who it is."

...

Three in the morning.

The martial artists were still indulging in fun.

They didn't need rest, nor were they tired.

Feeling good today, they decided to party all night.

But suddenly.

Someone drew a sword, stood up!

Facing west.

"Who!"

As soon as the words fell.

The other grandmasters picked up their weapons.

"Excuse me, is there someone called West Tower here?"

Bane Cook, face covered in blood, stood in the woods, looking at the martial artists by the bonfire with hostility.

"Who are you? What do you want with our commander?"

A student from Ocean Academy stepped out, giving him the once-over. "You're injured?"

Before them stood a thin young man, his black clothes tattered.

His face covered in blood, hair disheveled, hand holding the sword trembling constantly.

"I... I want to see him." Bane Cook's voice trembled as he spoke.

"Who wants to see me?"

Coincidentally, Julius Reed came over with Dorian Cook and Declan Marsh.

The three had been discussing how to peacefully take over the Black Pine League.

"Bane Cook?"

Declan Marsh upon seeing the newcomer, said surprised: "Why is it you?"

The Black Prison had been breached, and all its wardens, including Melvin Marsh, had died for their country.

Seeing Bane Cook at this moment, he was extremely surprised.

"King! Lord of West Tower!"

Thud!

Bane Cook knelt on the ground.

"I beg you... to avenge my master!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his voice trembled constantly as he spoke.

"Old Mr. Ghost from the Mountain of Leaving is already dead." Declan Marsh said surprised.

"My master was killed by Atticus Marsh... your uncle!" Bane Cook drew the longsword from his waist, thrusting it fiercely into the ground: "My master cannot die in vain! If Your Majesty is unwilling to seek justice for my master, then kill me. If I am left alive, I will surely seek revenge!"

"Royal Uncle?"

Declan Marsh took a deep breath, nodded and said: "Alright! At dawn, come back with me! Speak clearly in front of all the clan leaders of the Black Pine League!"

Melvin Marsh had high prestige in the Black Pine League, and Declan Marsh himself greatly respected him!

"My Marsh Family, has let down sir!"

Declan Marsh closed his eyes, his fists tightly clenched.

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