The sky was already starting to lighten.

"I've investigated the matter of Tian Ming. I can be certain that Tian Ming is not a person; it is very likely an organization. The person I refer to as Osher Reed might be a member of Tian Ming. However, Tian Ming chose to integrate him into your body to combat you."

Hiddy spoke weakly.

Her eyes were full of resentment.

"The revival of Pruitt Wilde, are you really going to sit by and do nothing?"

"Pruitt Wilde... let him live. If I've killed someone once, I can kill them a second time."

"Was it really just to confirm my identity that you avoided me before?"

Julius Reed asked curiously.

From the first time he knew of Hiddy's existence until now, a long time had passed.

During this period, Hiddy had only secretly helped him without ever showing her face.

"Could it be that little separation makes a new love sweeter?" Hiddy seemed to ask provocatively, "Do you have a problem with me?"

"How dare I." Julius Reed, as if remembering something, said, "You have a wound on your back; let me take care of it for you."

"No way..." Hiddy blinked her eyes and sat up on the bed immediately.

Bam!

Julius Reed kicked her on the back, knocking her off the bed.

He covered himself with the blanket and instructed, "I need to rest for a while, do not disturb me before dawn."

"You..." Hiddy squinted her eyes, filled with murderous intent!

Heh.

Men.

Truly ruthless.

...

The Dusty Platform might be one of the very few venues in the world that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of spectators.

The Heavenly Rank is authority.

It is honor!

After the collapse of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, the value of the Heavenly Rank rose once more!

The highlight of today is the duel between Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance and Boulevard.

Many martial artists planned to wait for the two sides to determine a victory before reaping the benefits.

"You've finally arrived!"

When Julius Reed led Hiddy to Boulevard's position, Han Caldwell, with a gloomy face, glanced at Hiddy. "Ridiculous! In such a setting, you actually brought a woman here! On ordinary days, I don't care what you do, but today, you better behave yourself!"

Sutton didn't even turn his head.

If he had turned around, he would have recognized this woman!

Back then, she carried a sword and chased them everywhere!

Crazy woman!

Julius Reed ignored him and walked straight to the central position, sitting down.

He was the Holy Master, it was only right he sat there.

"Get this woman sorted out quickly." Han Caldwell was very impatient; he should be sitting next to the Holy Master, but now because of a woman, there was no place for him.

"Who am I?" Julius Reed pointed at himself and asked, smiling.

"You are the Holy Master!" Han Caldwell held back his anger; this puppet was becoming more and more outrageous.

Once today's matter was resolved, he was definitely going to get rid of this fake Holy Master.

Slap!

Julius Reed slapped him in the face. "Since you know I am the Holy Master, shut your mouth and get away."

"Did you hear him tell you to get lost?" Hiddy, dressed in a red robe, smirked and said, "The one-armed hero?"

"You want to die!" Han Caldwell's broken arm was always a pain in his heart, and now it was brought up by a woman, instantly enraging him!

But before he could make a move, Julius Reed slapped him again!

Slap!

Han Caldwell staggered, eyes full of surprise.

"There are so many people watching! Do you really want to make a move on the Holy Master? If not, stay away from me." Julius Reed said calmly.

"Fine!"

Han Caldwell glanced around; they were the focus here, with various forces observing.

If he indeed made a move on the fake Holy Master, he would definitely end up leaving a handle.

For the sake of today's victory, Han Caldwell decided to temporarily swallow his anger.

Thud!

The sound of a drum.

The entire venue quieted down.

"Everyone, welcome to the Dusty Platform—the place closest to the gods!"

An elderly man slowly walked to the center of the Dusty Platform and shouted loudly, "The news of this year's Heavenly Rank opening has received support from fellow martial arts colleagues! Now, I announce some good news!"

The huge venue fell silent.

Everyone perked up their ears to listen.

"The top ten of the Heavenly Rank will be granted a blessing. The long-lost eternal life elixir of the martial arts world! First place, a life extension of three hundred years! Second, a life extension of two hundred eighty years! And so on!"

After these words, the entire venue was in an uproar!

In the martial arts world, what is valued most is lifespan.

Admittedly, some Great Grandmasters can live four to five hundred years, but that's about the limit.

Beyond that, people still die.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws.

Rumor has it that the Holy Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance lived for thousands of years because he consumed the eternal life elixir.

But this thing was unattainable.

More realistic was the appearance of the Undead Tribe now.

Many people had their eyes on Boulevard, especially those famous martial artists.

Their lifespan was almost exhausted.

Among those participating in this year's Heavenly Rank, many experts who had long ignored worldly matters got wind of it and decided to participate for the chance to extend their lives!

Because of this, the number of participants in this year's Heavenly Rank reached an unprecedented peak in a thousand years!

"Today, there's one more matter." The elderly man glanced at the position of Demarco Mount and then at Boulevard's position, and said, "Two major forces wish to have their duel here, to determine the winner and loser!"

"The royal orthodox struggle between Boulevard and Demarco Mount, we have the honor of witnessing it on the Dusty Platform!"

After the old man finished speaking, he slowly left the platform, returning to the judges' seat on the Dusty Platform.

Thud!

Another sound of the drum.

Indicating that the great battle was about to begin.

On Boulevard's side, the Undead Tribe brought were all elites, wearing clothes designed to prevent daggers from penetrating, ready for battle at any moment.

On Demarco Mount's side, Eliezer Pine had a solemn expression.

The original combat strength was entirely lost, leaving only the guards in her hands.

But these people were extremely skilled, still possessing formidable combat power.

Cold Nelson sat upright, with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

He had failed.

Once again becoming a puppet.

Looking at the puppet Holy Master opposite him, Cold Nelson gave a bitter smile.

He found himself given the same treatment as the trash.

Thud!

Another sound of the drum.

Sutton drew out his longsword, standing up!

Behind him, Han Caldwell and others also stood up, holding their weapons.

Swish!

Demarco Mount's longsword was unsheathed, coated with black lacquer, specifically to restrain the Undead Tribe's weapons.

Thud!

The third sound of the drum!

Thousands of people began charging, rushing straight to the center of the arena!

On the gigantic arena with a diameter of two thousand meters, both sides clashed together!

The slaughter began!

Julius Reed looked coldly at the struggle in front of him, internally unfazed.

On the contrary, many martial artists who came to watch were extremely shocked.

On the arena, thousands fighting, it was the first time!

Julius Reed and Hiddy sat alone in chairs, very conspicuous.

Opposite him was the traitor Cold Nelson.

"In three hours, surround the Dusty Platform with people." Julius Reed took out a phone and said into the microphone, "If the Wolf Cavalry's blades don't stain with blood soon, they might rust."

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