Julius Reed raised his longsword and gently swung it downward.
The martial artists behind him, full of determination, used all their strength and charged toward the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance's viewing platform.
Make your mark in history!
The strongest one is already dead.
The rest are just worthless scum, aren't they just free pickings?
Brant Fairbanks, not wanting to be outdone, led his disciples to the front.
Soon, the original battlefield was left with only Julius Reed and Ichiro Carmichael.
The two locked eyes, and Ichiro Carmichael suddenly felt a familiar sensation.
Involuntarily, panic grew in his heart.
Why is this gaze so terrifying?
"Do you have the courage to go back with me to see the Sacred Master?" Julius Reed squatted down, looking into his eyes, and asked expectantly, "Or are you afraid to see the Sacred Master?"
Upon hearing this, a fleeting fear crossed Ichiro Carmichael's face, but it quickly disappeared.
