<strong>Capítulo 2227: Chapter 2227: The Same Painting</strong>


    The Boulevard was destined for turmoil.


    More and more factions began entering the Boulevard.


    Almost overnight, it became the focus of the world.


    The entire martial arts world knew that Trent Marsh had arrived with his men.


    Those originally observing in Gonzalez City all shifted their focus and hurried here.


    Hoping to see if they could take advantage of the chaos and gain some benefits.


    Under the moonlight.


    A man in a white robe walked alone on the snowy ground.


    Behind him, a team of martial artists happened to pass by.


    Seeing the man, they stopped their carriage, and several people jumped down from it.


    “Alone?” the leader asked.


    The man in the white robe nodded.


    “Got anything valuable on you?” A tall martial artist approached, eyeing him up and down.


    The man in white appeared to be wealthy.


    Wearing fine things from head to toe.


    So luxurious.


    In thiswless world, killing and looting were nothing unusual.


    The man in white shook his head.


    “Ha, still not being honest. Just as well, we’ll take care of him and get some money.” The martial artists surrounded him, one of whom was a grandmaster.


    The rest were ordinary martial artists.


    Clearly, in their eyes, this man in white was amb waiting to be ughtered.


    The man in white looked up.


    In almost an instant, the grandmaster martial artist trembled.


    “Brother, why are you…”


    Before hispanion could finish speaking, the grandmaster sliced off his head.


    “Brother, have you gone mad!”


    The rest were all dumbfounded with fear.


    But before they could run, the grandmaster sliced them all down one by one.


    Then he ced his de on his own neck and shed it fiercely!


    He fell into the snow.


    All dead.


    The man in white lowered his head, unfastened his robe, looked at his chest, and shook his head.


    Three out of his seven hearts had burst.


    Five thousand years ago, he feigned his death once.


    Losing one heart.


    Thest time on the Dusty tform, he died again.


    And this time, again on the Dusty tform, Ilia Danvers spoiled his ns.


    He could only choose this way.


    Seven hearts…


    Seemed like a lot, but the frequency of thest two deaths was indeed a bit high.


    Continuing like this, the Prophet was uncertain in his heart.


    He had to be more cautious.


    Unless it’s necessary, he can’t show himself.


    The body that died was just an illusory shell.


    His life soul resided in his hearts.


    The Prophet raised his head, revealing a handsome face.


    Completely different from before.


    …


    Martial artists already surrounded the vicinity of the Gills Alliance.


    Despite the copse and many casualties, there were even more waiting outside.


    After these people quickly left, during the unrest amidst the ruins of the Gills Alliance, they emerged again to join themotion.


    The local families of the Boulevard, due to the Sinir family’s downfall, were once again under the control of the Caldwell Family.


    The head of each family instructed their members not to stir up trouble and to stay peacefully at home.


    Therefore, only martial artists from outside came.


    Trent Marsh was injured.


    Quite seriously.


    That sh with Ilia Danvers was the first time in many years he felt powerless in a fight.


    The injuries on his body increased, and before they could heal, he had to keep fighting.


    Perhaps it was seeing Silvio Reed’s writings, perhaps those scenes.


    Trent Marsh felt that the first thing he needed to do was figure out the truth.


    This world, if he wished to take it, would certainly belong to him.


    “Brother Three, are we just retreating like this? Those people went straight to the ruins.” Griffen Marsh was worried.


    As Trent Marsh’s confidant, he knew how much importance Brother Three ced on the pce beneath.


    The current known circumstances were that besides Trent Marsh, no one else could enter.


    If they ignored it, others would surely im the things inside.


    “Never mind, you said some survived back then, next we’ll investigate one by one until the truth is uncovered.” Trent Marsh’s face was slightly pale, emotions unstable.


    The impact of that memory was too great.


    Makes him feel unbearable pain.


    Whether Silvio Reed was dead or alive, he had to find out.


    “Excuse me, have you seen…” An old man with a sword on his back approached, holding a painting.


    Seeing the menacing crowd around Trent Marsh, the old man smiled and said, “Sorry to bother you.”


    “Why does that person in the painting look somewhat familiar?” Trent Marsh didn’t think much of it and continued on his way.


    The old man nced back and stared at the painting in his hand.


    “Oh painting, you’re so amazing. Can you guide me to where that person is?”


    Cassius Reed stared at the canvas, talking to himself.


    Then, a miraculous scene urred.


    The person in the painting vanished.


    Reced by an arrow.


    The arrow pointed southeast, with two faint dots on it.


    Even the approximate distance was clearly shown.


    “Truly amazing.” Cassius Reed put away the painting and walked briskly.


    After causing a stir in Gonzalez City, he hadn’t found Eliezer Pine.


    So based on the previous intel left behind, he pursued the person who injured his disciple, Felix Reed.


    This was also Granny Xihua’s intention.


    The master must clean up after the disciple.


    His time with the Hidden Gate and Thunderpeak Hall had indeed expanded his understanding.


    Such as this soul-infused painting.


    Communication with the painting provided the desired answers.


    Such treasures were normally beyond Cassius Reed’s reach.


    This time, it was because he was to retrieve that watch that Granny Xihua had given it to him.


    Cassius Reed, sword in hand, continued walking on the snow.


    Following the direction indicated by the painting, he pursued for three hours until he finally saw three people walking ahead.


    “Stop!” Cassius Reed shouted.


    But the three paid him no mind.


    “Stop!” Cassius Reed lightly tapped his toe on the snow, sprinting forward.


    Atst, he intercepted the three in front.


    “What do you want?” Julius Reed asked curiously upon seeing Cassius Reed.


    Because of his physical condition, Terry Moore was arranged by Julius Reed to be sent to the Caldwell family. The three of them headed towards Granny Xihua’s location.


    He could sense what people were thinking, so after tricking Lucien Radcliffe, he learned the exact address.


    Demon God?


    Julius Reed was also curious to see.


    The main reason was he also heard Pruitt Wilde’s thoughts.


    This fool wanted to die, but Julius Reed didn’t want him to.


    If it weren’t for his willingness back then, who could have revived Pruitt Wilde?


    Reviving Pruitt Wilde only for him to die like this was a blood loss.


    This time he went to stop Pruitt Wilde and see what that so-called Demon God truly was.


    But the old man in front of him, he didn’t recognize.


    “I’m Cassius Reed. My disciples are Atticus Reed and Felix Reed. Do you remember?” Cassius Reed spoke without hesitation, drawing his sword!


    The cold de glimmered with a chilling light, making it difficult to open one’s eyes.


    “I know, it was me who hit your disciple. Want revenge?” Julius Reed stepped back.


    “Hawthorne, don’t hold back today, fight to the death!”


    “Understood!”


    Hawthorne’s eyes were extremely ck, so ck that no whites could be seen.


    Some anger needed regr release.


    “I just want the watch.” Cassius Reed frowned slightly, was he not even going to ask before fighting?


    “I’ll give you a watch,” Hawthorne replied, swinging his fist toward Cassius Reed!