<strong>Chapter 1812: Chapter 1812: Reunion</strong>
The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost lifted his head and withdrew his arm from the grandmaster’s body, cing the other hand gently against the other’s face with a soft push.
Thud!
The grandmaster from Boulevard fell straight to the ground.
His body convulsing uncontrobly.
“Who are you!”
Staring at the shirtless man in front of him, his body covered with red inscriptions, Pratik Will felt fear for the first time.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t encountered strong people before.
In fact, he was a strong person himself.
At the Boulevard Alliance, there were even more powerful figures.
Like Phinnaeus Moore, a director of the Global Martial Arts Association, the Sword Grandmaster Franco Tennyson, and that youth from the West Tower, none of them were not formidable.
Although strong people were frightening, the man in front of him carried a bloodthirsty aura!
This touched something deep within their hearts, breeding fear and unease.
“Who am I?” The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost shook his head.
He was furious!
He had roamed arrogantly his entire life, yet in the end, he was schemed against by petty people and trapped in the Ten Pce Yama Formation!
In one night, the formation had injured him all over, but he still couldn’t find a way to escape.
But the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost was not resigned!
He had not yet taken his revenge!
“Elder, your slippers seem to have…” Pratik Will said halfway before his eyes filled with terror!
He raised his hand, trembling, pointing at Pratik Will: “You… you… you, you are the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost!”
In the end, he was speechless.
The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost!
The cannibal demon!
Though he had long heard of the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost’s story, no one ever expected Mr. Ghost to be this strong!
“You talk too much nonsense.”
The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost suddenly shot out!
The inscriptions on his body seemed to ignite with mes!
Bang!
He punched forward, and mes shot along his arm, reducing two grandmasters to ashes!
Retreat!
This was the only thought left in Pratik Will’s mind!
But there was no retreat!
There was already a wall behind them!
“You all, go at him!”
Pratik Will hardened his heart and pushed two Great Grandmaster friends forward!
And he himself, taking advantage of this moment, leaped up and dashed toward the temple door!
“Pratik Will, may you die a terrible death!”
“Drag him to the grave with us!”
The two Great Grandmasters were also unwilling!
But before they could make any move, the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost appeared before them!
His hands mmed down forcefully!
Crack!
The renowned Great Grandmasters, their heads burst open like watermelons, instantly bing two corpses.
If they had known it would be like this, they definitely wouldn’t have ventured out.
They could have lived in luxury, worshipped by thousands, but ended up with a corpse iplete.
Probably no one could have foreseen.
Pratik Will, with just one leap, reached the door!
Seeing the wastnd outside, he was ted to the extreme!
But in the next moment.
Despair surfaced on his face.
His legs suddenly wouldn’t obey him.
“What’s happening!”
Pratik Will turned around in terror.
What he saw was the smiling face of the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost.
“Elder, spare my life!”
Pratik Will wanted to kneel but couldn’t!
His legs, his body, werepletely out of his control.
To be a dignified Great Grandmaster, yet controlled by someone, was a terrifying thing!
“Elder?” The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost was slightly taken aback and smiled sinisterly: “You know me?”
“Of course! You are the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost, elder. I grew up listening to stories about you,” Pratik Will seemed to grasp a lifeline, continuously ttering and fawning.
“My story?” The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost seized Pratik Will’s hair, cursing in anger: “I just emerged from the mountain and was suppressed! Are you mocking me!”
Before finishing his words!
He mmed his palm down!
Blood sttered on the doorframe.
Pratik Will perhaps never thought, even in death, that ttery could indeed backfire disastrously.
And outside.
The martial artists from Boulevard who came were still constantly looking around.
“Why hasn’t anyonee out yet? Could it be there’s some mystery in an empty pce?”
“One can’t be sure, the ck Pine League swore earnestly that there might be an ambush?”
After waiting a while without seeing anyonee out, this group of martial artists quietly began to whisper.
“I say, you bunch of muscle-brained fools, can you stop guessing blindly!”
A martial artist snorted coldly, pointing disdainfully behind: “See there! That’s the king of the ck Pine League! Even the king of the ck Pine League is chatting andughing with ourmander, would the ck Pine League oppose us?”
After speaking, his face was full of smugness.
Having a vague sense of being wise while everyone else is oblivious.
“Right! We were foolish.” Many martial artists finally reacted, regretful of their ignorance.
Thud!
Just at this moment.
A few corpses were thrown directly out from within the hall.
“Go and see!”
Brant Fairbanks said, and several martial artists quickly went over.
After checking, one hurried back to report.
The others dragging the bodies, following behind.
“First battle won! Our people smashed their heads and threw them all out!”
The fastest to return, that martial artist was especially happy.
Indeed, just as he predicted, nothing more than going through the motions.
A few small fry prepared inside, just for show.
“Something’s wrong!”
But when the bodies were brought back, Brant Fairbanks, seeing the clothes, frowned and said: “Why do they look familiar?”
“Master!”
Suddenly, a martial artist rushed over, hugging Pratik Will’s corpse, crying bitterly.
“What?”
This time, this group of martial artists was stunned.
All dead?
Upon counting, one was still missing.
That means someone survived?
But what they didn’t know was, the first in Great Grandmaster had already turned into a blood mist.
“Is this what Boulevard calls the power to purge the court? Even passing my ck Pine League, how dare you mor to pacify Demarco Mount?”
Atticus Marsh appeared once again above the grand hall at some unknown time.
He stood with hands sped behind, his tone mocking.
Even with a hint of smugness.
This truly was one man holding the pass, ten thousand unable to get through!
With the Ten Pce Yama Formation trapping the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost, in the future when his master emerges, how could he not obtain the world?
In those years.
It was his master, Atticus Marsh, who set up the Ten Pce Yama in the ck Pine League’s Neolle Leocadia!
Creating today’s grand scene!
“West Tower, what to do?” The martial artists hurriedly ran to Julius Reed, each losing theirposure: “Look… what’s that monster inside?”
“The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost.”
Julius Reed said inly.
He had already warned, but human desire was too strong, resulting in death.
“Is… is the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost really that powerful?”
The martial artists, like eggnts hit by frost, wilted.
“The Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost is the strongest figure from the Mountain of Leaving. A hundred years ago, he swept through more than thirty major and minor alliance branches, unmatched. The number of Alliance Hierarchs and Great Grandmasters dying at his hands are countless.”
Julius Reed spoke.
“However, there’s still a tiny bit where he’s inferior to me.”
After saying so.
He leaped, stepping on des of grass, entering the hall alone!
Bam!
The grand hall’s doors immediately shut!
“Oh? There really is someone unafraid of death?”
Sitting in the center of the hall, the Mountain of Leaving’s Mr. Ghost slowly turned around, sneering.
“Old Ghost, you never learn your lessons, do you?” Julius Reed smiled, rolling up his sleeves, slowly approaching him.<fne04b> Checktest chapters at F?ndNovel</fne04b>