<strong>Capítulo 1809: Chapter 1809: My Heart Is as Cold as My Sword</strong>
“Stop fooling around, they’re the top experts among thousands. Standing here, you’d die without even knowing how,” Den Marsh hurriedly charged forward, pushing Julius Reed aside. “Go! I’ll hold them off here! I’m the king of the ck Pine League after all, they wouldn’t dare do anything to me! Go find the martial artists of Boulevard Mountain, I beg you!”
After speaking, he drew the ck Dragon Sword from his waist and raised it high, “I’m the king, and you don’t kneel before me, this is rebellion! In my ck Pine League, rebellion warrants execution of the entire n!”
Vidal Leopold and his men exchanged a nce, reluctantly dismounting, not even kneeling, just sping their fists, “Your majesty, pleasee back with us.”
Extremely dismissive.
“How dare you!” Den Marsh rebuked while pushing Julius Reed, gesturing for him to leave quickly.
But Julius Reed remained unresponsive.
“Your majesty, we’ve said, please leave with us. As for him, he muste back with us too,” Vidal Leopold coldly stated.
Having said that.
He waved his hand, signaling the grandmasters behind him to encircle and capture.
“Vidal Leopold! Do you still consider me the king? Publicly defying my orders, do you even regard me at all?”
Den Marsh was nearly roaring.
This is the dignity of a king!
If he must die, he dies as a king!
The king of the ck Pine League!
Royal authority, cannot be trampled!
“Currently you are the king, but once back in the ck Pine League, whether you’re still the king—not certain. To be frank, whether you can live or not is another matter,” Vidal Leopold stepped forward, speaking in a deep voice, “Apologies!”
After speaking, he directly reached out to grab Den Marsh!
“Presumptuous!”
Den Marsh rapidly shed down with the ck Dragon Sword!
ng!
A loud bang.
Vidal Leopold flipped his hand, directly knocking away the ck Dragon Sword, pressing his right hand on Den Marsh’s shoulder.
“Apologies, your majesty!”
His lips held a sneer, eyes full of contempt.
Puppet!
Waste!
This is a king?
Just a mascot!
“Has no one taught you what constitutes the Heaven, Earth, Sovereign, and Ministers?” Julius Reed shook his head, stepping forward, “As a minister, you dare toy hands on your king?”
“Who are you? How dare you interfere in my affairs! Guards, kill him!” Vidal Leopold nced casually, showing no regard for the reckless martial artist.
“Your majesty, I’ve been searching for you day and night, don’t struggle any more.” He exerted force with his right hand, gripping Den Marsh tightly.
“Release him.” Den Marsh took a deep breath, nearly yielding, “He is just a passerby, unrted.”
“That cannot be allowed,” Vidal Leopold replied heavily, “Chop!”
No sooner spoken, one grandmaster raised his sword and struck!
Splurt!
However, the head that fell was that of the ck Pine League’s imperial guard grandmaster.
Julius Reed wielded the blood-stained Yin-Yang, shaking his head, “Remarkable, you even dared ask for my head?”
He sought death all his life, yet no one fulfilled his wish.
Ironically, now he doesn’t want to die.
“Didn’t expect you to have some skills!” Vidal Leopold was slightly astonished, yet still smirked contemptuously, “Think that by having some ability, you can interfere in my ck Pine League matters? Brothers, show them the might of the ck Pine League’s imperial guard!”
Once guardians of Neolle Leocadia, now reduced to mere pawns to capture the king.
Somewhat ironic.
Even Den Marsh was slightly surprised.
This young man, so formidable?
To easily y a grandmaster, surely not a weak one.
After issuing the order, Vidal Leopold threw Den Marsh onto a battle horse.
Four ck Pine League imperial guards brandished weapons fiercely, encircling Julius Reed.
“My advice to you all is to attack together,” Julius Reed shrugged,cking any intent to make a move.
A just-advanced Great Grandmaster, plus three grandmasters, thinking they can defeat him?
This lineup, even tenfold would still be a death wish.
Tennyson One is Tennyson One, not a quantity-based victory.
Julius Reed raises his sword.
Eyes shut!
“Kid, stop pretending!”
Someone disdainfully shouted, charging first!
The other three exchanged nces, unleashing all their skills likewise!
Killing this kid, then returning victorious!
Future sess and prosperity awaited.
But suddenly!
Julius Reed, like a specter, vanished into thin air!
“Where is he!” The four attacked blindly, minds nk.
They rubbed their eyes, it’s not hallucination!
“Watch your backs!”
Vidal Leopold eximed.
“Behind!” That grandmaster turned first.
But what he saw was a sword.
Then, the person wielding the sword.
The sword, already against his throat.
“With the sovereign’s sword, execute the traitors of the realm!”
Splurt!
Blood sttered!
Julius Reed directly sent the grandmaster’s head flying.
Then, raising his head, he gazed straight into the eyes of the remaining three.
The three were lined up, faces sttered with the grandmaster’s blood!
The scalding blood numbed their nerves.
Perhaps, they were scared silly.
A grandmaster was gone immediately; for them…
Is resistance even useful?
Some matters do not require thought because Julius Reed had already given them the answer.
The sword sliced through the air.
The three toppled straight over.
In their eyes, fear persisted.
Vidal Leopold was directly dumbfounded; he never imagined that such an ordinary-looking young man would strike so crisply!
“Who are you!”
Vidal Leopold handed Den Marsh to his guards and, for the first time, began to take this young man seriously.<fn8e15> This text is hosted at find·novel</fn8e15>
“I told you, with the sovereign’s sword, execute traitors.” Julius Reed turned around, blood dripped from Yin-Yang along the sword’s edge.
Drip.
Into the grass.
“Good! Vidal desires an exchange, to see what skills you truly possess!” Vidal Leopold loosened his robe, tossing it to his guards.
He drew the Longsword from his waist, eyes narrowing.
“I trained under a master of Sword Dao, the Sect Master Franco Tennyson! Who are you, state your name. We of Sword Sect have a rule, we don’t kill nameless men.”
Sword Sect?
Julius Reed suddenly felt it somewhat familiar.
Oh.
Franco Tennyson.
Dead.
Killed by himself on Boulevard Mountain’s tform.
“That’s uninteresting,” Julius Reed felt slightly disappointed.
If he could kill the master, whatbat prowess could the disciple possess?
“You…” Vidal Leopold seethed in anger, lips twitching violently!
This was disdain!
Contempt!
He, a dignified leader of ck Pine League’s imperial guard, disciple of Franco Tennyson, Great Grandmaster!
Was being so belittled!
“Sword rise!”
Vidal Leopold roared, and before him appeared countless Sword Qi!
“Ten thousand swords of heaven, heed mymand…”
Yet before Vidal could finish, Julius Reed raised the Yin-Yang in his hand.
Pointed towards the sky!
“Break!”
Crack!
The Sword Qi instantly vanished.
“This…” Vidal Leopold gaped wide-eyed, frozen on the spot.
The next moment.
The sword in Julius Reed’s hand was already against his neck.
“Master, spare me!”
Thud!
Vidal Leopold dropped his sword and knelt down, sping his fists, pleading, “A hero’s benevolence, I beg you to show mercy, grant the younger one a chance to live! From now on, I’ll be at your service!”
“My heart?” Julius Reed shook his head, “My heart has long been as cold as my sword.”
“Master, your sword is obviously hot!” Vidal Leopold was slightly agitated.
“Oh.” Julius Reed nced down.
Yin-Yang.
One side cold, one side hot.
He flipped the Longsword, “Now, it’s cold. Just like your corpse, cold.”
Finished speaking.
Sword passed.
Vidal Leopold, dead.