Hell?

Demon?

Pranay Martinez is from the Undead Tribe, and was even one of the Seventh Emperors!

He absolutely does not believe in ghosts and gods!

Living for thousands of years, if one were to argue about immortals, he himself could even be called one.

Where do immortals exist?

Myth!

What is the root of myth?

It is precisely their generation!

This generation that possesses extraordinary martial prowess.

Exaggerated records by later generations, or stories passed down by word of mouth, become tales that are passed on till this day.

"I am not a child, I need to see it with my own eyes! Bradwell Abernathy, even though you're strong, I am stronger!" Pranay Martinez faced Bradwell Abernathy without any caution or panic!

This is the confidence of an emperor!

The well can still heal him!

That well seems to have endless Spiritual Power!

No matter how severe Pranay Martinez's injuries are, standing by the well will surely heal him!

"Seven keys." Bradwell Abernathy reached out his hand. "The true seven swords are with you. However, I think those replicas should be able to unlock it too, right?"

"Yes." Pranay Martinez nodded and tried to see what was in the room, but could not see a thing.

Pitch-black.

Even though Pranay Martinez's vision far exceeded ordinary people, at the very least there should be some weak light.

Zero and infinitesimal are still different.

Anyone who came here would be like a blind person.

Through the echo, Pranay Martinez could deduce that it wasn't that big.

A few hundred square meters.

Not as big as Julius Reed's restroom.

"Alright, I'll take you there."

Bradwell Abernathy pressed the Buddha Beads onto the wall!

Boom!

Suddenly, the few square meters beneath Pranay Martinez and Bradwell Abernathy's feet dropped rapidly!

After both descended.

In the pitch-black room, six beams of light appeared suddenly!

They were six eyes!

Eyes like those of a wolf!

Three people sat in the center of the pitch-black room.

Motionless.

A few seconds, perhaps a dozen seconds.

Pranay Martinez had no mind to pay attention to time, he was eager!

Soon, light began to appear.

"This is the base of the Dusty Platform. I think it's time for you to fulfill your promise," Bradwell Abernathy said with a smile, extending his hand.

The moment the scene before him came into view!

Pranay Martinez opened his mouth wide.

Fear filled his eyes!

Before long.

Bradwell Abernathy took the seven swords and left the Dusty Platform, heading straight for Demarco Mount.

...

"Power Pill! Power Pill! After taking the Power Pill, you'll be full of strength! See? Black Medicine Sect! Specializing in health products for three hundred years!"

"Everyone, the tournament is imminent, why not try our Power Pill?"

An old man wearing sunglasses, with a white beard, held a pill and constantly shouted.

How could such an event not have pill sellers?

"Young brother, you look weak and frail, want to buy a box? Trust me, after eating them, you'll definitely be full of strength!"

The old man grabbed Julius Reed's hand mysteriously and said, "I'm not telling others, seeing as we share a destiny, I'm breaking the rule just for you. Let me tell you, last box, don't miss out!"

Julius Reed paused and reached out for a pill.

He sniffed it.

Cornmeal mixed with water.

This is all?

Power Pill?

"How is it?" The old man was very pleased upon seeing him pick up the pill. "Limited edition, our Black Medicine Sect makes only one box every three hundred years!"

"Not interested."

Julius Reed threw the pill back.

"Hey! You touched it, don't want to buy?" The old man was displeased. "This pill is like a young maiden, you touched it and don't buy, are you being a rogue?"

"I truly am being a rogue!" Julius Reed's mind was all on the Dusty Platform, how could he not get angry when tangled like this?

But suddenly.

He realized something was wrong.

How come the old man's hand is so fine?

He went up and touched it.

Very smooth, it's a woman's hand.

Disguised as a man?

And dressed as an old man?

"You are suspicious." Julius Reed frowned slightly, seeing the old man didn't resist, he reached out and tried his chest.

"Hmm?"

This touch felt very familiar.

"I'll try again, still not quite sure."

After the second try, Julius Reed thought for a long while before realizing. "This pill? Has a secret?"

"Power Pill!"

The old man seemed not to care much.

"How much!" Julius Reed took out ten dollars, intending to settle it.

Back in Gonzalez City, the first time Gabriel Abernathy disguised as Quella Radcliffe to assassinate Julius Reed, the cola bottle story happened.

So this feeling surely can't be wrong.

It was undoubtedly Gabriel Abernathy.

Though based on Gabriel Abernathy's skill, skin disguise isn't difficult.

This probably is...

Purposely leaving a trace for himself.

"This won't do, it's too less."

The old man shook his head.

"What?"

Julius Reed was a bit surprised.

Not simply giving oneself a message?

Really talking about money?

Talking about money is not feasible.

"I have no money, I'll owe it!" Julius Reed snatched the Power Pill and turned to leave.

When reached a secluded spot, he crushed a pill.

Inside indeed was a note.

A very reliable method.

The Dusty Platform was filled with spies, everyone here was a master, including those hidden powerful forces!

On the surface, it looked like all were Martial Artists coming for the event, but any one of them could be a spy.

The terrifying thing about these spies was they could see through any trivial details!

Plus, there were lots of pill sellers on the mountain, Gabriel Abernathy's way of reporting was indeed the most reliable.

Julius Reed gently unfolded the note.

There was a line of small words.

'The false Saint Lord will appear, in Wolf Residence Room No. 3.'

'Brant Fairbanks intends to kill you, as a condition for cooperation with Boulevard.'

After reading the contents, Julius Reed put away the note.

As expected, Sutton and others decided to use the false Saint Lord, to attack Cold Nelson's legitimacy from the heights.

And Brant Fairbanks was also preparing to deal with him.

Not far away.

Someone was selling hamburgers.

That person looked around, distracted.

Even to the customers coming to buy burgers, he was indifferent.

Such poor acting could not escape Julius Reed's eyes.

"Hamburgers! Honey BBQ Burgers!"

The man shouted while looking around.

Julius Reed recognized this person.

A disciple from the Ocean Academy, under Brant Fairbanks.

Presumably, he's waiting for him.

Julius Reed walked over and knocked on the food truck. "Give me a burger."

"What flavor do you want! Stinky tofu, fermented bean curd, or lemon, choose one." Said the man, his eyes constantly looking around.

Very impatient.

"Take a look."

Julius Reed lifted off his hat.

"West..."

Clatter!

The small burger dropped to the ground.

A silver needle in Julius Reed's hand pierced the man's throat directly.

Then, taking advantage of nobody noticing, he removed his mask, revealing his true face!

Placed this mask on the man's face.

After completing all this, looking at the 'himself' twitching on the ground, Julius Reed pushed the cart away.

Soon.

The man's twitching drew a crowd.

Sharp-eyed ones, upon seeing the man's face, hurriedly took out their phones to call Brant Fairbanks.

The dean advised before, West Tower should be due for poisoning now, pay attention to the body on the ground.

Just as the dean predicted, West Tower really was doomed!

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