<h4>Chapter 1611: Chapter 1611: The Priest’s de</h4>


    "Why does this woman want my Divine Dragon Tripod?" Julius Reed stood by the window, holding the Break Sky Knife in one hand, increasingly feeling something was amiss.


    Actually, since thest meeting, he had already trusted that Isabe Warm had no reason to betray him.


    Use people without doubt, don’t use if doubted.


    Since Isabe Warm spoke up, he’d send the Divine Dragon Tripod over.


    And there’s that person in Nine Tripod Town!


    Who exactly is being confined?


    This formation is rarely seen.


    In the world, the only formation that couldpare might be Demarco Mount’s Golden Mountain Suppression Formation.


    "What’s wrong, regret it?" enor Wood held a teacup, standing behind him, also looking out the window: "Pendleton’s people have arrived. ording to the intelligence, Andrew personally brought Pendleton’s head officials, nning to imprison you."


    "Why not kill?" Julius Reed wasn’t concerned.


    Pendleton has been established for thousands of years, but hasn’t achieved anything remarkable.


    Taking advantage of the chaos in the world, it’s the perfect opportunity to clean up this organization.


    "Who could kill you?" enor Wood seemed a bit helpless, and asked: "Aren’t you curious about who delivered the message?"


    "Not interested." Julius Reed sat back at the table, opening the "Opening Sky Book." "What can this book really offer the Undead Tribe? It merely records some rare treasures."


    "Perhaps you just haven’t found the key." enor Wood spoke lightly: "The message was sent by Ambrose Young."


    "Ambrose Young?" Julius Reed finally showed a bit of emotional fluctuation: "He’s in Pendleton?"


    It seems absurd, but it’s within reason.


    "Surprised?" enor Wood finally felt a bit proud: "To be honest, Ambrose Young holds a rather high position in Pendleton."


    "Unexpected, yet logical."


    Julius Reed nodded and said: "Since the Young Family was the first generation participants in Pendleton, their descendants couldn’t possibly be so weak. Gabriel Young is strong, but for the Young Family to achieve today’s standing, it can’t be just relying on one woman. At our first meeting, I felt Ambrose Young was disguising himself. But he’s smart, knows who the true strong ones are."


    "Hopefully so." enor Wood inexplicably thought of Harry River, the guy in the cave.


    "Tomorrow, we’ll make a trip to visit the Town Martial Arts Association. Remember, have someone send out an invitation first." Julius Reed tapped his fingers on the table, thoughtfully saying: "Think they daree if we don’t act?"


    "Time." enor Wood chuckled lightly: "Oh, Lord, after the battle at the cemetery, you’ve scared those people senseless. But Devlin is insidious enough to pin the me for massacring those martial artists on you. Now the entire town is denouncing you! How’s the taste of being the public enemy?"


    "I’ve long been the public enemy." Julius Reed appeared very calm.


    "Not going to exin? If this spreads, it’s very detrimental to your reputation." enor Wood became somewhat serious.


    In any case, being tarnished with such infamousness, there’s no way to wash it off in a lifetime.


    "No need to exin."


    Julius Reed squinted his eyes, emitting a chilling gleam!


    "I’ve exposed myself in town, already attracting most people’s attention. Now, it depends on whether Nelson over there seeds."


    "How certain..." enor Wood heard this matter, her expression somewhat heavy. "Really going to attack and capture?"


    "What else? The Undead Tribe must be eradicatedpletely! I’ve been plotting for thousands of years, just for today!" Julius Reed sped his hands behind his back, stood up, thought for a moment, then spoke: "Absolutely!"


    "Zain Ellsworth!" enor Wood shouted, Zain Ellsworth immediately pushed the door open and entered.


    "Go, tell the Town Martial Arts Association... no, tell the town martial artists. Tomorrow, Julius Reed and I will personally go to the Martial Arts Association to mourn those deceased martial artists."


    "Understood!"


    Zain Ellsworth carried out the order, with almost no hesitation.


    "Tomorrow won’t be simple!" enor Wood was faintly excited.


    Pendleton’s people, Undead Tribe, all gathered in town.


    The Lord in light, those people in dark.


    Extremely dangerous!


    Nelson had long left here, carrying Julius Reed’s secret mission.


    The town cemetery where the gale rages.


    A team of people carrying a coffin, heading towards the cemetery.


    Seeing this group from afar, Chairman Horre Jackson of the Funeral Alliance quickly led a group over to greet them.


    Inside the coffin, sat a ck man.


    Below, seven burly men shouldered the coffin.


    Surrounded by dozens of people, all exuding killing intent!


    "Master Whitaker, you finally came!" Horre Jackson greeted the team, tears streaming recklessly: "If you’d been a stepter, our Funeral Alliance would have been buried by now!"


    "Stop!"


    The ck man on the coffin raised his hand, frowned and said: "Chairman Horre Jackson, what are you up to? In town, who dares oppose your Funeral Alliance? Aren’t they afraid you’ll dig up their ancestral graves?"


    In the icy snow, the man wore only a vest.


    His ck and strong skin was covered with ayer of frost.


    The man stretched, all the frost cracked!


    With a light shake, his body was clean.


    "Master Whitaker, you don’t know!" Horre Jackson wore bup, with white cloth tied around his head.


    This was the official attire of the Funeral Alliance.


    This time weing Whitaker Dog, Horre Jackson put up the grandest disy to wee him.


    "In town, don’t know when a group of pretty faces showed up! This group allied with the Town Martial Arts Association, actually burned down our Funeral Association building! In the icy snow, I took the brothers to work outside! Almost froze to death!"


    Saying this, Horre Jackson rubbed an onion against his eyes, tears immediately welled up.


    "Wow!"


    Horre Jackson, an old man, sobbed uncontrobly!


    "Quick! Chairman Horre Jackson can’t be so sorrowful!" Whitaker Dog reached out a grab, directly lifting Horre Jackson into the coffin.


    The two sat facing each other.


    The coffin was made of gold.


    A golden coffin!


    "Master Whitaker, you must stand up for me!" Horre Jackson didn’t want to cry, but the onion was too spicy, couldn’t control it!


    He calcted in his heart thatter, he’d definitely dig up the ancestral graves of the onion seller!


    Too immoral!


    So spicy!


    "Rest assured!" Whitaker Dog patted his chest, full of confidence: "Whoever dares provoke our Funeral Alliance, I’ll hold a funeral for them!"


    "Just waiting for your words!" Horre Jackson pointed to the ruins not far away, deeply grieving: "Look, one fire, burned our building down!"


    "You say that person colluded with the Martial Arts Association?" Whitaker Dog raised his brows and spoke.


    The building stood for centuries, symbolizing the honor and glory of the Funeral Alliance!


    Now reduced to ruins!


    "Correct! Master Whitaker, heard the Martial Arts Association has immortality, probably thinks they don’t need us anymore!" Horre Jackson hurriedlyined.


    "Immortal? That’s interesting." Whitaker Dogughed aloud: "Before we came, the priest just held a meeting studying this matter."


    Whitaker Dog took out a dagger from his waist, identical to the one Isabe Warm used to interrogate Mackenzie Beaumont: "Let’s test the priest’s weapon, see if it works!"


    "Horre Jackson! Dig up the ancestral graves of everyone in the Martial Arts Association! I’m going to step on their ancestors’ corpses and drink wine!"