<h4>Chapter 1769: Chapter 1769: Uninvited Guest</h4>


    Gonzalez City.


    On a deste mountain ten miles outside the city.


    A man with white hair flowing, dressed in ck, holding a longsword in one hand.


    The sword sheath is entirely white, with seven rubies embedded on it.


    At the center of the gems, there is golden lettering, inscribed with small words.


    The eternal night, light no longer.


    The small hill is some distance from the city center, but it’s a ce where locals oftene to hike.


    At this moment, it’s already evening.


    It’s dark.


    But there’s still a touch of residual light.


    The man steps on the withered leaves, staring straight ahead.


    Suddenly.


    Sounds came from the woods.


    "Paris, once the child in your belly is born, I’ll divorce that old hag!"


    "Felix Davenport, you lied to me to get into bed by saying that before. Now I’m pregnant, and you say to wait until the child is born. I really worry that after the child is born, you’ll ask me to continue waiting."


    "Paris, am I that kind of person? It’s just that old hag who refuses to divorce, dragging it out."


    "What if, after I give birth, she still doesn’t agree, then what?"


    "Don’t worry, I’ve bribed people to make her die in an ident! Come, let me kiss you, I miss you so much."


    "Disgusting... Who!"


    The sound of the man’s footsteps obviously disturbed the couple sneaking around in the woods.


    Soon, a fat man with a big head and ears, disheveled,es out of the woods.


    Upon seeing the man with white hair, the fat man Felix Davenport was startled, but once he recovered, he immediately cursed, "ying cosy here, are you! Acting like a ghost!"


    The man with white hair stopped in his tracks.


    Turns around.


    Staring at Felix Davenport.


    "What, trying to scare me? Don’t you know that I’m the general manager of Gonzalez City International Group, closely rted to the famous female entrepreneur Itai Huntington! If you don’t want to die, immediately..."


    Swoosh!


    The man with white hair draws his sword.


    Less than a second.


    The sword has returned to its sheath.


    It seemed like an illusion.


    However.


    Felix Davenport’s eyes widened, both hands clutching his throat, retreating frantically!


    Blood sprays out like a fountain!


    "Ah..."


    The woman caught in an affair with the man sees this scene, terrified to the point of copsing to the ground.


    "Don’t... don’t kill me... I beg you!"


    The woman pleads while looking at the man with white hair. "I can be your woman, as long as you don’t kill me, I can do anything! This fat man... this fat man died on his own, has nothing to do with anyone..."


    But before she finished speaking.


    A branch pierces the woman’s heart.


    Thest image in her eyes is the man’s departing back.


    "Is this ce really rted to the Divine Dragon Tripod?" Sutton takes to the air, standing on a pine tree, looking around.


    "Why did the Saint Lord choose to leave himself here back then? There must be something!"


    Looking at the small hill, there are waves in his heart.


    Back then, the Emperor was defeated, he narrowly escaped.


    For thousands of years thereafter, Sutton had been working hard to rescue the Emperor!


    The extremely strange thing is, during those years the Saint Lord lost memory, the Undead Tribe received no information whatsoever.


    The Saint Lord leaving the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was not umon, Sutton did not suspect.


    Until time passed, they realized the Saint Lord truly met with an ident.


    After investigation, Sutton is certain.


    The Saint Lord appearing in Gonzalez City back then was definitely not a coincidence!


    Moreover, this matter is very likely a n the Saint Lord made when he foresaw danger.


    Although now everyone thinks the Saint Lord appearing in Gonzalez City was orchestrated by Devlin.


    Sutton doesn’t agree.


    After thorough investigation, many clues point to this mountain.


    But what could be on a small mountain?


    Sutton draws the longsword!


    A sweep through the air!


    Crack!


    Dozens of trees are cut down.


    "Break Sky Knife has actually appeared too." Finally, he gives up further exploration, rises to head toward Boulevard.


    Once that knife appears, if mishandled, it poses a huge threat to the Undead Tribe!


    He hasn’t walked far.


    Thest bit of sunlight disappears.


    Moonlight shines on the small mountain.


    This is a rare full moon.


    Suddenly.


    A depression on the small mountain.


    Blue smoke starts to rise.


    Soon, a pile of blue mes begins to burn.


    The dead leaves quickly turn to ashes.


    Revealing the original shape of the depression.


    At the very center of the depression, there is a pen-holder sized hole, from which blue mes burn faintly.


    ...


    The atmosphere inside the Dark Moon Pavilion.


    Feels a bit off.


    The guests wait and wait, but haven’t seen the host, inevitably feeling a bit uneasy.


    But the Saint Lordes out surrounded by many servants, seated at the center.


    After the day’s events, everyone in the martial arts world witnessed the Saint Lord’s skills.


    A palm strike to repel that woman was incredibly strong!


    "Everyone, please be patient. Han Caldwell encountered a little situation that needs handling. First, let’s bring the food and drinks, enjoy the music and dance." The fake Saint Lord sits at the center of the Dark Moon Pce ceremoniously, raises his wine ss.


    Seeing this, the martial artists also raise their sses, drinking in one go.


    Back hall.


    Han Caldwell hurriedly leads people forward.


    Since Sutton ising, the matter cannot be changed.


    Han deliberately throws this hot potato to him.


    Cristiano Grey and Devlin walk at the back.


    Intentionally or unintentionally, they distance themselves from the others.


    "Was that you who did it!" After Emperor Charlotte Grey and Han Caldwell walked far, Cristiano Grey asks in a low voice.


    "Do I have a reason to do this?" Behind the ck mask, Devlin’s expression is unseen. "Later,e back with me and check whether Break Sky Knife is still there! But the ce I hid it is extremely secret, impossible to find!"


    "Could it be there are two Break Sky Knives? Or..." When Cristiano Grey thought of the final possibility, his gaze towards Devlin became very peculiar.


    "Impossible!"


    Devlin’s voice is deep: "That one in my hand is definitely real! Later, I’ll check it!"


    He can hardly imagine when he takes Break Sky Knife to strike the Emperor.


    What image there would be if the Break Sky Knife is fake.


    "Hopefully!" Cristiano Grey is somewhat resentful.


    Indeed, he joined Devlin, partly for a better future.


    But if back then, Break Sky Knife hadn’t been at his throat, he wouldn’t have agreed.


    "You go attend the banquet, I go check." Devlin stops and turns away.


    The moment the dried corpse appeared, Devlin’s heart was already copsing.


    That knife is the key to all his ns!


    It cannot fail!


    Lost in thoughts along the way, Devlin doesn’t even remember how long he’s walked until he returns home.


    Bam!


    He pushes the door open!


    Walks straight in.


    With Lucien Radcliffe guarding, Break Sky Knife shouldn’t have had any ident!


    But when he sees the people in the room, he’s suddenly stunned.


    "You... why are you here?" Devlin instinctively steps back two steps, muscles tense all over!


    "Me? Of course I came to find you."


    Someone steps out from the room.


    Gaze like a knife!


    Staring intently at him!


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