When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.
With Vidal Leopold slain, those in the Imperial Guard were quickly remounting, preparing to flee.
Even Declan Marsh was left behind.
No one cared for this king.
Prosperity and riches are good, but staying alive is better.
The dead have no opportunity to spend and indulge.
But in front of the Master, it's never a place where you can come and go as you please.
Julius Reed leapt into the air!
Longsword in hand, he swept across!
Streaks of Sword Qi, like brilliant rainbows, cut through the dawn!
Cutting down those Imperial Guardsmen, one by one, from their mounts.
"Who... who are you?" Declan Marsh was completely stunned.
The elites of the Black Pine League, none were likely this formidable.
Those once imperious and strong Imperial Guards seemed like paper, pierced through in an instant.
As the King of the Black Pine League, it was Declan Marsh's first time experiencing such a shock.
