"Who?" Gavin Martinez impatiently turned his head, suddenly realizing it was the so-called Holy Master from Kunlun Mountain speaking.

Rumor has it that the Holy Master Kunlun Mountain supports is a fraud.

This matter has gradually spread following the defeat of the Undead Tribe.

Especially since Cold Nelson shouted 'impostor' earlier, further confirming everyone's suspicions.

"A fake wanting to make a name for himself?" Gavin Martinez chuckled lightly, not even bothering to look at him. "Cold Nelson, a millennium of grudges, today should see an end!"

Since the goal has been achieved, it's time to kick them while they're down!

Shame the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance severely!

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance's vulnerability has been noticed by many.

Leaving the Dusty Platform, they will undoubtedly be besieged by the martial world.

Collapse is an inevitable outcome.

For ages, Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance's undefeated, powerful, and domineering image has been deeply ingrained in people's hearts.

Today's revelation has surprised many.

Perhaps the current Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is truly like a paper tiger.

Anyone can step up and trample them.

Suppressing the martial world for over a thousand years, there's a lingering resentment in everyone's hearts.

Given the chance, everyone wants to stomp twice hard.

"What is that?"

"It's a golden light! My eyes can't see! Is it the sun?"

"The sun is still up there! But this glow..."

Suddenly, the martial artists covered their eyes.

And Gavin Martinez felt an unprecedented crisis.

He turned his head around!

"What is that!"

A blinding golden light, causing his eyes to ache!

Instinctively covering his eyes!

Swoosh!

The golden glow arrived!

One of Gavin Martinez's arms was severed!

"You say I'm a fake?" Julius Reed asked coolly, his back to Gavin Martinez, holding a bloodstained longsword.

This sword radiated a golden glow.

It was the sword Hiddy gave him!

The same sword that ended the so-called era of the Seventh Emperors!

Forged by Pranay Martinez!

But the true purpose of this sword was the mandate for Pranay Martinez to create it!

Contained within it was the fortune of that era.

It was this very sword that allowed Pranay Martinez to see the power of national fate, and gradually, he replaced his increasingly drained body with swords imbued with national luck.

If it weren't for this national fortune supporting him, Pranay Martinez wouldn't have survived to this day!

Ordinary martial artists rely on spiritual power to sustain their bodies, but Pranay Martinez relied on national fortune!

And the sword in Julius Reed's hand was snatched from Pranay Martinez!

This is the very reason he became an enemy of destiny.

Now, Hiddy sending this sword back is like returning the item to its rightful owner.

Julius Reed held it in his hand, filled with a familiar feeling.

Like reuniting with an old friend after many years of separation.

Drip!

Blood splattered on the ground.

Gavin Martinez still hadn't recovered from the shock.

The entire place fell into a deathly silence.

"Back then, your ancestor was arrogant and paid the price. Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, his descendants still haven't learned their lesson."

Swoosh!

Julius Reed turned and swung his sword!

Slicing off Gavin Martinez's other arm!

"Ah..." The anguish of losing an arm!

Gavin Martinez let out a wretched scream, spinning around in madness!

"You..." Facing the calm young man before him, an unfounded fear rose within him!

"I've encountered too many impostors, but don't claim you can beat the real deal." Julius Reed raised his other hand, lifting his middle finger, and shook it.

"The difference between the two is greater than the difference between stinky tofu and fermented tofu with lemon."

"You... you are the Holy Master?" From fear to shock, Gavin Martinez stared at Julius Reed.

He had trained diligently for three hundred years!

To avenge his ancestors!

Arriving at the Dusty Platform today, Gavin Martinez felt somewhat confident.

He even believed at one point that he had entered the ranks of top martial artists.

But today, the Holy Master moved, severing both his arms before he could react!

Gavin Martinez was completely befuddled.

He even forgot the pain of his severed arms.

"I don't like being looked at like this." As the words fell, Julius Reed vanished from his spot.

In the next second.

He appeared behind Gavin Martinez, gripping the sword with both hands, passing through his own armpit.

Piercing through Gavin Martinez's body.

"Who says the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is weak?"

The sword withdrew!

Covered in blood.

Gavin Martinez knelt on the ground, his head hanging down.

Dead.

"It's actually the Holy Master!"

After a brief silence, the assembly exploded in fierce discussions!

"Kunlun Mountain indeed found the Holy Master! But... but how do we explain Sutton's betrayal?"

"I thought the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was done for, the Holy Master dead. Now it seems, the clown is us!"

With three swift and decisive sword strikes, Julius Reed killed Gavin Martinez, who left Cold Nelson bowing his head.

Shocking martial artists worldwide!

Seated on the throne, Cold Nelson's forehead was dripping with sweat, completely stupefied.

His eyes widened in confusion.

Run?

But can he escape?

Ding!

Just then, Cold Nelson's phone rang.

"Hello..." He nervously answered, it was a call from his trusted aide.

"Holy Master, we've discovered traces of the Wolf Cavalry, it's the most valiant and mysterious Sky-Burning Camp... These people are heading towards the Dust..."

The sentence was cut short by the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

"Speak! What's the Sky-Burning Camp doing! Impossible! Isn't the Sky-Burning Camp in the Demarco Mount's Wolf Cavalry camp, how could they appear here!" Cold Nelson urgently pushed for answers!

The Sky-Burning Camp is the core combat force of the Wolf Cavalry!

They wouldn't be deployed unless absolutely necessary!

Everyone in it is at least a Grandmaster level!

They are the top fighting force of the Wolf Cavalry, also the foundation of Demarco Mount!

But...

The Sky-Burning Camp hadn't appeared for over eight hundred years.

Their reemergence now, Cold Nelson didn't need to guess, he knew what it meant...

"Is this Cold Nelson?"

A hoarse voice came through the receiver.

"I am Corbin Lee, commander of the Sky-Burning Camp. Keep your head on tight, I'll personally take it off."

Clatter!

The phone fell from Cold Nelson's hand, his eyes filled with blankness.

"Haha!"

Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

"Holy Master, don't scare us! If we run now, we can rise again in the future! Today, the Dusty Platform is filled with experts, Julius Reed may not..."

"Run? Where would you run?" Cold Nelson laughed, leaning back in his chair, removing his dragon crown, lightly polishing it, and putting it back on.

"The Sky-Burning Camp has emerged...unless you flee to hell..." He kept laughing, completely ignoring the words around him.

Life is but a dream!

"Eliezer Pine, I hate you." Cold Nelson laughed and muttered to himself, a void in his eyes.

"You broke the rules."

High above.

A monk spoke.

"Rules cannot be broken. The rules of the Heavenly Ranking require you to report your name before engaging in combat. You did not announce your name and attacked, breaking the rules."

"Those who break the rules face a dead end. In front of the Heavenly Ranking, everyone is equal. Future challengers must take this as a warning. Remember, rules must not be broken!"

The monk finished speaking, raising his hand slowly.

Rumble!

The platform began to tremble!

Cold Nelson's eyes, already as lifeless as dead ash, stared intently at the center!

As if hope was rekindled!

If the Holy Master dies, he can live!

The other martial artists dared not blink, eager to witness the power of the Dusty Platform!

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