"He's not human! He's a messenger from hell! This terrifying power can never be achieved by human means!"

"That's death aura! Death aura! How many people must die to have such a massive amount of death aura!"

"Living people who encounter death aura face only one path: death! How can Julius Reed, surrounded by so much death aura, still possess such combat power?"

"Could it be... he's originally a dead man..."

The mortal purgatory at the southeast corner made the martial arts grandmasters present feel shocked!

For the first time, deep inside, they felt fear!

"Don't be afraid! Those in the southeast are weak; we in the true north are of worldly renown! As an old man, I estimate that Julius Reed worries he can't defeat us, so he's trying to create an illusion to eliminate a group of weaklings to astonish us!"

A venerable elder with an immortal aura stood up on the northern platform.

He is the renowned instructor of seven sects in the Northern Border, Devonte Weather!

"We are all top-level grandmasters; facing Julius Reed, we have confidence in victory! It is absolutely impossible for the dead to come back to life! Julius Reed must have trained in sinister secret techniques to be surrounded by death aura! But such a method, once continued, will surely harm himself!"

Devonte Weather holds a high position in the Northern Border, serving as the chief instructor of the seven strongest sects in the Northern Border!

His words carry significant authority!

At this Dusty Platform in the Northern Border, there are a total of one hundred seventy-three sects!

As long as these people join forces, no individual power can match!

"In this world, there simply cannot exist someone who is invincible against thousands! Fellow colleagues, pick up your weapons and carry forth the fame of the Northern Border!"

At Devonte Weather's command, all one hundred seventy-three sects of the Northern Border stood up!

Thousands of grandmasters, wielding weapons, had eyes filled with fervor!

With the number one of the Northern Border presiding, what do they fear?

Grandmasters are human; the Holy Lord is also human!

If they're human, they can be killed!

This is a law of the Heavenly Dao; there are no exceptions!

"Julius Reed, I, Devonte Weather, in the name of all living beings under heaven, will slay you today on the Dusty Platform! I, Devonte, seek neither fame nor profit! I only wish to shoulder the responsibility of the martial arts world!"

Devonte Weather clasped his hands together and sat in meditation at the center of the platform!

"Northern Border's Devonte Weather is praised as the person closest to enlightenment! It's said he has lived six hundred seventeen years! No one can match his prowess!"

"The Northern Border favors martial strength and sects are numerous. Today, with the Northern Border masters united, Julius Reed is definitely doomed!"

"Don't speak of Julius Reed, even looking across the world, no joint force can surpass the Northern Border! I think, this year's top of the Heavenly Rankings must be Devonte Weather!"

The martial artists' eyes were filled with anticipation!

As Devonte Weather stated, the beasts abound in the Southern Border, three major academies stand there, detached from worldly affairs.

The few sects in the southeast are not significant.

As strong as the Boss Fog Concealment Sect, in the Northern Border, it can only be considered a first-tier sect at most.

Far from being top-tier.

The three major academies, being detached from worldly affairs, have led to the southeastern martial arts forces being looked down on.

With Devonte Weather's speech, many believed the Holy Lord deliberately massacred the southeastern martial artists in an attempt to intimidate.

"Charge!"

At Devonte Weather's command, the Northern Border took the offensive!

The elders of the seven major sects led the charge, followed by nearly one hundred grandmaster martial artists!

Julius Reed emerged from the black mist, gripping the longsword, moving forward step by step!

"Fiery Flame Slash!"

The elders of the seven major sects soared and their longswords burned with flames!

Top-tier martial artists, mastering the Dao of the universe, can use their own spiritual power to transform some substances.

These flames are thus formed by transformed spiritual power!

Upon contact.

Death is certain!

Julius Reed raised his head, extended his right hand!

The death aura transformed into a black dragon that pierced forward directly!

Immediately, this mass of death aura crashed into the elder, pulling him over instantly!

Julius Reed swept with his longsword!

Slash!

The first elder to strike was directly sliced into two pieces!

Treading on his head, Julius Reed held his sword single-handedly!

He plunged it into the ground!

Boom!

With a loud noise!

A fountain of death aura erupted on the stage of the Dusty Platform!

Many grandmasters couldn't even approach Julius Reed and were invaded by the evil qi, suffering painfully!

Julius Reed withdrew his sword.

Raised his head.

Looked straight ahead!

Dashed forward swiftly!

One slash!

Two slashes!

Three slashes!

...

His speed was like lightning, in only half a minute, he struck one hundred ninety-seven slashes in succession!

The evil qi dissipated.

Julius Reed already stood behind those martial artists.

His sword remained without blood.

Thud!

A person's head and body separated, collapsing onto the ground.

Their death was like a domino effect!

People beside them fell one by one!

One hundred ninety-seven people!

All were slain!

These people hadn't even struggled out of the pain brought by the invasion of death aura and were already dead.

Perfectly merging with the death aura.

Julius Reed lifted his hand, gazing at the crimson Dragon King Ring.

Five thousand years ago, he fought from sunrise to sunset.

That ring became the undisputed deadliest weapon in the world!

That day, the order of the world was destroyed.

The once highest emperor fell from the divine altar.

Destiny's envoys lay dead in the divine temple.

The red carpet was stained dark red with blood.

The golden statue in the temple, crimson and dazzling, like a devil from hell.

Those who once considered themselves gods descended into hell.

The altar was shattered, the order of the mortal world was reformed.

Five thousand years later.

The world has long forgotten the history of those days.

Ungrateful, they desire to eliminate the warriors of that time.

Perhaps destiny isn't a person, an organization, but rather the inherent devil within humans!

Human nature!

Deeply buried within the human heart, neither dying nor ever fading.

People worship ghosts and gods, yet no one has seen them firsthand.

People hate the strong, even if the strong once sacrificed everything for them.

The stands fell into a deathly silence.

There is absolutely no one who could kill hundreds of grandmasters simultaneously!

Even Devonte Weather couldn't do it!

But today, they witnessed the devil's descent with their own eyes!

Witnessed something impossible!

Julius Reed had no Divine Dragon Tripod, without any last barrier.

He wielded the longsword, placing his hand at his heart.

There lay a piece of jade.

Ensuring the heart remained red.

Even if the evil qi invaded the body, a sliver of reason could still be preserved.

"The world does not know gratitude; why should I have a shred of mercy?" Julius Reed clutched the jade.

Crack!

The jade was crushed.

The evil qi, like a vortex, enveloped him!

Infused into the heart!

The sword!

A black glow enveloped it entirely!

As if it wanted to devour the sun, moon, and all things!

The surrounding death aura rapidly absorbed into his body after the jade shattered!

Originally encircled by the black mist around him, he stood cleanly at the center of the platform.

The death aura completely dissipated.

But Julius Reed showed no sign of life.

Dead?

Devonte Weather felt immense joy in his heart!

It turned out just as he suspected!

Anyone long controlling these death auras only ends in death!

Five minutes!

Thousands stared for five minutes!

Julius Reed stood like a statue on the spot.

Not moving an inch!

"Let me check!" A martial artist couldn't hold back and rushed forward.

Being an eyewitness to the Holy Lord's death would be worth boasting for a lifetime!

Only a meter away.

That martial artist sensed no signs of life.

"I thought the Holy Lord was truly invincible; I never imagined he would also die..."

Before finishing the words!

Julius Reed's eyes suddenly opened!

Two streams of death aura shot out fiercely!

Directly blowing apart the man's head!

Simultaneously.

The day turned dark.

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