<h4>Chapter 1929: Chapter 1929: The Truth?</h4>
Under the setting sun, Julius Reed was unaware that he had been betrayed by Brant Fairbanks.
Although it was only a matter of time.
But it didn’t matter, as Brant Fairbanks’s body contained that small Yin-Yang world.
All Julius Reed needed to do was shatter it with a Dragon Roar, leaving no way out.
What he was pondering now was why Pranay Martinez suddenly disappeared.
And also the inexplicable disappearance of Skilid City years ago.
Why did a city vanish without a trace?
Julius Reed had investigated before, but there was no truth to be found.
Yet now, he felt that things weren’t as simple as they seemed.
The day of the Dusty tform’s opening was drawing near.
Over at Demarco Mount’s side, Cold Nelson had been pped several times by Eliezer Pine but was still the nominal Saint Leader.
Boulevard showed no sign of retreat, seemingly ready to fight to the death!
Only Julius Reed was casually wandering about.
However, as he walked, he began to feel something was amiss.
Why did a sword suddenly appear on the ground?
And it was the one from Moon Vi!
Damn it!
Julius Reed nced around but saw no one!
Someone must have predicted his route and ced it on the path in advance.
But should he take the sword or not?
Julius Reed hesitated for a moment and chose not to pick up the sword, continuing to ignore it.
No one could force him to take what he did not want.
It’s just a pity he didn’t take the Wand Peak.
It was spected that Pranay Martinez intended to forge the strongest sword after seizing the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s fortune!
One sword represents the fortune of an entire dynasty!
When the sword is forged, the dynasty ends.
Wand Peak...
Pranay Martinez’s ambition was indeed terrifying.
...
The scorching sun hung in the sky.
Below the Dusty tform, at the Five Mountain!
A loud crash!
This was a bell.
Only after three bell tolls could all factions ascend the mountain.
Regardless of whether it was the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Boulevard, or martial artists from around the world, everyone had to take each step up the mountain.
This was the rule.
The Dusty tform was renowned as the ce closest to the heavens; whether there were gods above, no one knew.
But within the Dusty tform, there were peerless masters in charge!
These people were aloof from worldly affairs, guarding here for generations.
They enjoyed the best resources and received the world’s adoration!
But years ago, a single sword strike from the Saint Leader suppressed the world, causing the Heavenly List to lose its value.
Now, with the turmoil of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance and the revival of martial arts worldwide, the Grandmaster Heavenly List has once again be an object of frenzy!
Many hidden masters across the world have chosen to emerge ande to the Dusty tform for a showdown!
The myth of the Saint Leader’s invincibility has already faded, and theoretically, the top position could belong to anyone.
The anticipated sh between Boulevard and Demarco Mount at Moon Vi had turned into a joke.
Both forces held a premature duel at Moon Vi, resulting in heavy casualties.
The most surprising was Moon Vi.
This small city made both major forces stumble.
Julius Reed, wearing a bamboo hat, chose not to join anyone and came alone to the Dusty tform.
He saw many familiar faces.
The Pope of the Funeral Alliance, apanied by Whitaker Dog and Logan Channing, was also present.
Whitaker Dog, having drunk too much that day, received a reward after returning and naturally kept quiet.
His current status was simr to Logan Channing’s, already able to stay close to Shadow Kims.
Many old monsters who had been in seclusion also appeared at the foot of the mountain.
Everyone who arrived here, without exception, walked step by step up the stairs.
On the mountainside, martial artists dressed in ck stood maintaining order.
The Dusty tform was a very special existence.
It had existed in the world since ancient times.
Back then, Julius Reed had visited as well but didn’t notice anything different.
Moreover, the Dusty tform always stood as a unique existence, not participating in any conflicts.
They only did one thing.
The Grandmaster Heavenly List!
Being listed on it meant being recognized as a strong individual.
The people here focused solely on martial arts, never involving themselves in martial arts world affairs for thousands of years.
As such a unique organization, each time the Dusty tform opened the Heavenly List, arge entry fee was required.
But this fee wasn’t money but rare spiritual medicines.
Only by submitting these could one qualify for the Heavenly List.
Naturally, the Heavenly List was once considered the fairest and most objective list.
It was very significant.
However, with the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s dominance and political turmoil, many chose to remain hidden, not exposing their strength.
Only this year!
With heroes rising, the past glory has returned!
Julius Reed fetched an herb from his pocket, handed it to the disciple in charge of collecting fees, and started climbing the long mountain path.
With a mountain thousands of meters high, looking up, only a dense crowd could be seen.
Martial artists around the world were evident.
Cold Nelson and Sutton, originally thinking to win over people’s hearts, were also somewhat surprised.
Many martial artists under theirmand had died, and today’s Grandmaster Heavenly List was indeed a real battle!
If they could win the top of the Heavenly List, they could undoubtedly recruit martial artists and expand their power!
This was destined to be an excellent stage!
Julius Reed hadn’t seen Cold Nelson and enor Wood; perhaps they had already gone ahead.
Martial artists wearing bamboo hats wasmon, and no one cared.
And at this moment!
On the Dusty tform!
Inside thergest vi.
An elderly man sat on a sofa, holding a string of Buddha Beads.
In front of him sat a group of smartly dressed people.
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On Boulevard, the middle-aged monk and the young monk were also here.
"Master Abernathy, indulging in vegetarianism and worship, one might think you have apassionate heart," said the white-robed monk, a descendant of the elder from Demarco Mount, with a chuckle. "But the Buddha Beads in your hand are made of human heads."
"Do not speak nonsense!" someone scolded. "Master Abernathy is a peerless master; we shouldn’t specte on a master’s actions."
"Indeed, without Master Abernathy’s strategies, how could we have today’s achievements?" A man in a ck suit walked to the window and opened the curtain!
"Look! Below the mountain, it’s teeming with peopleing to the Dusty tform! ording to my calctions, this has set a centennial record! Those years when the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s Julius Reed overawed the world, the Grandmaster Heavenly List lost its value! But now, he’s paying the price for it! People are flocking once again! Hahaha!"
"The martial arts world is ultimately a business. Julius Reed broke the rules and deserves to pay the price! Whoever opposes us will die!"
The attendees were all top martial artists, but evidently, the seated elderly man on the sofa was the most fearsome presence.
The elderly man remained silent, still turning the beads in his hand.
"What is the Saint Leader! These years, he has overstepped, and with a little trick, we’ve pulled him from his pedestal! Damn Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, do they have as long a history as us?"
The group chatted happily, looking at the crowded scene below, feeling ted.
"The first position can only be in this circle."
Finally.
The elderly man slowly spoke.
He opened his eyes, revealing hollow scars!
No eyes!
The old man’s eyes were gone!
"Julius Reed isn’t dead; he chose toe to the Dusty tform. So today, I, Bradwell Abernathy, will personally take action and defeat him in front of the world!"