Tap! Tap! Tap!

The sound grew closer.

Creak!

Finally, the city gate was pushed open.

The ancient wooden door, after a thousand years, had not decayed and could still be moved.

A figure appeared at the city gate.

Too far away for anyone to see clearly who... or rather, what that humanoid figure looked like.

The first person walked a few steps forward.

Turned.

Kneeled on one knee.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The second sound came from inside the city.

There were many buildings in the city!

But at the very center was a tower-like structure!

This very tower was covered with corpses!

A scene of crimson!

The remnants even buried the tower.

White bones rolled onto the streets.

The Martial Artists held their breath.

They dared not blink.

Before long.

The second person walked out, coming to a position facing the first person.

Kneeled in the same posture.

Immediately thereafter, a third and fourth person came out from within the city.

Without exception, all of them kneeled in the same posture in sequence!

When the 108th person kneeled.

No one else came out from inside.

These people lowered their heads, maintaining their kneeled posture.

On the Dusty Platform, there was only the sound of blood dripping.

Ten minutes passed.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Footsteps sounded again!

A man with a golden crown slowly walked out from the city.

When he reached the city gate, the 108 people stood up orderly.

"Julius Reed." The man lifted his head, looking toward the position of Julius Reed.

"I am very grateful to you, for reversing black and white, turning this world upside down. Had you not used Evil Qi to obscure the sky, I fear my Skilid City would have waited longer to see the light of day again."

Pranay Martinez's lips gently curled.

He held a scepter in his hand, a pure gold scepter!

Embedded atop was a Ruby.

"Back then, heaven and earth turned, the temple was buried underground. After five thousand years, heaven and earth reversed again, the temple finally surfaced."

"Five thousand years? Temple? What exactly happened? Why do we know nothing, have no legends, nor records!"

"We are witnessing history!"

"Is this a... dialogue from ancient times?"

Each person could not control their excitement.

"Pranay Martinez, you worked tirelessly to let this Skilid City reappear in the Mortal World?"

Julius Reed stood elevated on the viewing platform, gazing down at Pranay Martinez, shook his head. "Back then you didn't dare to battle me, would hiding for five thousand years make Skilid City my rival? If indeed so, why did you hide Skilid City?"

Skilid City wasn't like this back then.

Julius Reed had been here, even drank wine in Pranay Martinez's palace.

Today's Skilid City lacks some Magnanimous Integrity, yet harbors more bloodshed.

Pranay Martinez is a talented individual.

If it weren't for Julius Reed wanting to eliminate the undead, they could have been good friends.

Friends and foes have never been opposites.

The two admired each other but must inevitably battle for the top rhetoric.

"Times have changed." Pranay Martinez patted his chest, eyes fixed on the sword in Julius Reed's hand. "What a pity, had Imagine not taken this sword away back then, you wouldn't have been my match."

"Using ancient providence to forge a sword, quite a feat." Julius Reed raised the Longsword in his hand, took a look. "But this providence, besides me, it seems no one else can bear it."

"Not necessarily!" Pranay Martinez gently stroked the gem on the scepter with his fingers. "At that time, I couldn't bear it; otherwise, it wouldn't have fallen into Hiddy's hands. But now, I carry five thousand years of providence, and I can wield this sword!"

Providence is a Daoist practice.

For a non-King to bear providence, there's only a dead-end.

Even among Kings, it varies from person to person.

This sword, gathering top ancient providence, was held by no more than five people back then.

Pranay Martinez, as the ordained sword-forger, didn't have the capacity to wield this sword at that time.

Thus, Hiddy ambushed and took the sword.

"Julius Reed, I'll tell you a secret." Pranay Martinez tapped the ground with his scepter arrogantly. "Because of you, the world was overturned. The temple will reappear in the Mortal World, it's unstoppable. And below this Dusty Platform, there's not just one Skilid City! If you die today, it's the best outcome. If not, you can't bear what happens next!"

"Thank you." Julius Reed nods, pointing at Pranay Martinez. "If you die, I'll bury two bottles of Maotai at your grave."

"I don't drink Maotai." Pranay Martinez wasn't angry or upset, but spoke calmly: "Sell it to a profiteer, and give me the difference in price for some Erguotou. I, Orson Martinez, never cared for extravagance in my life, whether alive or dead. Even marked-up stuff, I won't drink it even in the afterlife."

"Alright, I'll remember." Julius Reed lifted the Longsword, stepping forward. "I never thought there'd be a Skilid City buried beneath the Dusty Platform. As for that temple, the last time I visited, I didn't recall seeing it."

"We don't necessarily have to fight."

Pranay Martinez shook his head."As long as you don't stop me, I can still be friends with you."

"You know me, you understand me." Julius Reed spoke calmly. "In the face of right and wrong, there's no compromise."

"But you must know, the Skilid City behind me is not what it once was!" Pranay Martinez raised the scepter, somewhat manic. "Julius Reed, I don't want to become enemies with you! Pay attention!"

Clang!

He slammed the scepter down hard!

A crisp sound slowly spread.

"They're moving! Those corpses are moving! How is this possible!"

"How can the dead move! My heavens! What is this!"

The living Martial Artists felt fear, their hearts trembled, and their legs had long gone soft.

The corpses, long deceased, began to struggle!

In an instant!

Tens of thousands of corpses on the tower squirmed incessantly, causing one's hair to stand on end!

A gruesome hell on Earth!

This is simply a gruesome hell on Earth!

"You gained power, destined to pay. Orson Martinez, stop, such a price will be tremendous."

Julius Reed spoke coldly.

There was a flicker of gloom in Pranay Martinez's eyes, quickly replaced by madness!

"I can't resist these powers! Julius Reed, I can't! I'm human too; how can I control the desires of the flesh! But I believe, this will be the last time! The last time!"

Pranay Martinez's eyes turned increasingly red!

From his rear...

There was no skull left.

His scalp was shriveled.

His skull, along with one ear...

Was exchanged for Skilid City to see the light again.

Below this Dusty Platform, there's a well!

Identical to the one he had encountered before!

"Block me, die!"

Pranay Martinez raised the scepter, nearly insane!

Behind him.

Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs, Seventy-Two Earth Devil!

They lifted their heads uniformly, gazing at Julius Reed!

These people's eye sockets were hollow!

Remarkably similar to those five monks!

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