<h4>Chapter 2030: Chapter 2030: Not Dead?</h4>


    The Imperial Master has always been aloof.


    People who practice swordsmanship tend to have entric tempers and personalities.


    They’re either cold and proud, fully focused on their swords,


    or extremely deceitful, smooth operators with minds full of schemes.


    You could say that those who wield swords are either like Spencer or Josiah Bright.


    The Imperial Master is wholeheartedly devoted to studying the Sword Dao, conducting himself with the sword’s directness, disliking roundabout ways.


    If he has something to say, he says it directly.


    Although he found today’s matter puzzling,


    careful as Pranay Martinez is, he dared toe over, which means there must be no issue.


    Everyone harbors ulterior motives; it’s impossible for them to unite to deceive the Imperial Master.


    "The Extreme Yin Body is a rare constitution. While it may not have a shocking effect for you, it holds significant importance for me."


    Pruitt Wilde pointed at the concealed Hiddy pretending to be Que Radcliffe behind him: "An alternate personality has invaded my body from the temple. Before long, I’ll be reced by it. After much contemtion, I suddenly realized something..."


    "Could I transfer the personality within me using this furnace-like body."


    After saying this, everyone lowered their heads in thought.


    The furnace body is indeed rare, but how to use it is another significant challenge.


    Pruitt Wilde’s method is novel; it truly is a good idea.


    Especially after...


    He mentioned the temple’s attempted takeover of his body.


    Even the cautious Pranay Martinez suffered betrayal.


    People are selfish; everyone wants to leave a way out for themselves.


    "What should be done?" The Guilt Emperor, fearing death most, asked. He was originally loyal to the temple, but now, hearing Pruitt Wilde speak, he felt afraid.


    No matter if it’s true or not, treat it as true.


    In case something really happens, he could have a way out; if nothing happens, all the better.


    "There isn’t a good solution yet. Gathering everyone here today is to discuss what exactly should be done about this matter." Pruitt Wilde scanned the people before him, speaking coldly: "Of course, I will try first. After all, the personality within me grows increasingly unstable."


    "If that’s the case, then indeed we need to think about it." The Imperial Master mused for a moment, then spoke: "So you called us here to brainstorm? You must know, the use of the Extreme Yin Body is extensive. If the information leaks, it’s not safe."


    Once word about the Extreme Yin Body gets out, Que Radcliffe will immediately be a target.


    It’s not the theft you fear, but the perpetual attention.


    "No need to agonize."


    Right at that moment, a group of people came walking from afar.


    The leading man was dressed in tattered ck clothes, with unkempt hair and a hoarse voice.


    Sounding almost mechanical.


    "Look, the news has already leaked." The Guilt Emperor stepped backward, only to find Pruitt Wilde pressed against him.


    The group approached menacingly, exuding a murderous aura.


    Pranay Martinez’s pupils constricted sharply; he subconsciously ced his hand behind his waist.


    "Darin, you’re not dead." He spoke up.


    "Darin?" Upon hearing this name, the Imperial Master flipped his hand to draw the Longsword, pointing at the man: "You’re not dead?"


    Back in front of the prison, he fought with Darin!


    Ultimately, Darin heavily wounded him with a rattle.


    The Imperial Master slew Darin with a single sword strike!


    Yet now, Pranay Martinez calls that person Darin?


    "I... how can I be dead?" Darin lifted his head, using both hands to push his disheveled hair to the sides, revealing a face so ruined beneath.


    It was unrecognizable.


    So badly decayed.


    He walked step by step, followed by a group of expressionless monks.


    These monks had hollow eye sockets and t clothes.


    Each step they took seemed to float.


    As if a gust of wind could blow them away.


    Yet Julius Reed knew, these guys weren’t that easy to handle.


    Back on the Dusty tform, he personally witnessed the power of these monks.


    Very formidable!


    They even possessed the ability to take to the skies and transform into the sun, moon, and stars.


    Now with Darin leading them here, they must have been well-prepared.


    Facing such self-assured ancient emperors was quite unsettling.


    "There are traitors!"


    Pranay Martinez sharply turned around!


    Whoosh!


    The Guilt Emperor leaped, disappearing in an instant.


    "Hahaha! Orson Martinez, you’re clever." The Guilt Emperor stood beside Darin, a smug smile on his face. "You are right, I do have things left within me by the temple. But the Prophet said, it’s to deal with traitors! You betrayed God! So, God will punish you!"


    After he spoke, he raised his head, palms open.


    "The immortality we’ve gained relies on this power. Otherwise, what makes you think you can live so long?" The Guilt Emperor looked at Pranay Martinez with a hint of disdain. "As for the so-called Osher Reed, just like you, they were created by God. He wants your body, and just as I want to kill you, what does it have to do with God?"


    Finishing, a small Formation floated in his palm.


    "And as for you, Pruitt Wilde, since you’ve already awakened that power, just diepletely! Unleash it, and strengthen our power! You traitor, you should’ve died long ago!"


    As the Formation floated in his palm, the entire Thousand-clouds Mountain was enveloped in mist.


    "Apologies." Darin bowed his head, voice hoarse. "Imperial Master, the first one I want to kill is you. After Demarco Mount, you made me into this ghostly state. Now, I’m here to settle the debt."


    "I’m indeed surprised you’re not dead." The Imperial Master slightly raised his eyebrows, speaking with a smile: "Thest one so hard to kill was the Holy Master. I truly don’t believe this evil—could you, Bradwell Abernathy, once a dog under mymand, be harder to kill than the Holy Master?"


    The Imperial Master raised his Longsword, its de emitting a constant low hum.


    It seemed unable to wait any longer, yearning to taste the vor of blood.


    "Hold on!" Pruitt Wilde stepped forward, gently pressing down the Imperial Master’s sword, looking at the Guilt Emperor and asked: "Who told you this was meant to deal with traitors?"


    Upon hearing this, Hiddy’s body trembled.


    Compared to Pruitt Wilde, Hiddy was more eager to know!


    When the Guilt Emperor first mentioned it, her heart was pounding!


    "The Prophet." The Guilt Emperor said tly.


    Hiddy grasped her clothes tightly with both hands.


    Her eyes filled with uncontroble emotion.


    Luckily, being behind Pruitt Wilde, no one noticed.


    "Guilt Emperor, you’re really full of nonsense, talking to yourself." Pruitt Wilde didn’t take it seriously. "The Prophet died long ago; could it be the Prophet was also resurrected like me? We all witnessed the Prophet’s death in those years."


    "Indeed." Pranay Martinez slowly spoke: "I personally witnessed the Prophet’s death. To release the Divine Beasts, the Prophet sacrificed himself to open the Divine Cage. Now you’re telling me the Prophet told you this, are you joking?"


    Back then, Hiddy’s father, as the temple’smand transmitter, decisively sacrificed himself to fight Julius Reed!


    Opening the Divine Cage.


    Unleashing the White Tiger and other Divine Beasts into the world!


    The Six Emperors witnessed this.


    Hiddy even med herself for her father’s death, living in seclusion for years!


    "The Prophet didn’t die!" The Guilt Emperor said calmly.