<strong>Capítulo 2241: Chapter 2241: Heart of God</strong>


    Julius Reed closed his eyes, sitting crossed-legged on the ground.


    He paid no heed to the changes around him.


    He continuously examined his body, wanting to ascertain the current state of those four Nether Beasts.


    As long as they weren’t abnormal, he wouldn’t be in danger.


    The scene in the painting was about to appear.


    Julius Reed was actually quite surprised; why could that painting predict?


    But he was more curious about what would happen next.


    The journey was shaky.


    But it wasn’t too far.


    When Julius Reed opened his eyes, he found himself in a massive square.


    And the golden cage he was in was located on a high tform at the center of the square.


    People surrounded him.


    Packed densely.


    At least a hundred thousand martial artists.


    The ordinary people of Gonzalez City had long received the news and couldn’t wander around.


    Plus, with martial artists using their power to seal off the area, only those from the martial artsmunity could enter.


    “Look, he’s standing up!”


    “Is this the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance? The man who ruled the martial arts world for a thousand years?”


    “In front of Trent Marsh, he still ended up as a prisoner. Just like that, he truly does not live up to his name.”


    Many people pointed at Julius Reed.


    But Julius Reed didn’t care.


    He stood up, observing the surroundings.


    Oh.


    So it’s beneath the ruins where Trent Marsh was buried before.


    “Now, we’ll begin the trial against Julius Reed!”


    Wainwright Ridge held a yellow scroll, standing around the golden cage, shouting loudly: “Master Marsh wants to establish a new order for the martial arts world. Master Marsh holds the world in his heart and wants the martial arts world to flourish with a hundred flowers blooming.”


    Below, thunderous apuse erupted.


    At least for now, Trent Marsh had already cleared away thest obstacle.


    In this world, there’s no one who can match him.


    “As the former Holy Lord who ruled the martial arts world with an iron fist, Julius Reed, we will impose justice through this trial! The purpose of this trial is to give everyone fairness!”


    “To appeal for those who have died!”


    Wainwright Ridge shouted excitedly.


    The apuse grew louder.


    It took a full ten minutes before it gradually subsided.


    “Now, let’s invite our witnesses to the stage to testify!”


    After Wainwright Ridge finished speaking, a group of people walked onto the high tform.


    “Hello everyone, I am from the Martial Arts Association. Julius Reed has sessively murdered numerous high-ranking members of our association, simply because we didn’t follow his orders.”


    “Everyone, I am from the Ghost Sword Sect…”


    “Alright.”


    Julius Reed stepped forward, the sound of chains echoed.


    “Don’t waste time. History is written by the victors, let’s end this early.”


    After he spoke, his face carried a smile.


    “Can you stillugh? Pretending to be calm?”


    “Kill him!”


    “For the sake of the world, Julius Reed must die!”


    The crowd began to shout.


    Seemingly forgetting who pulled them out from the era of temples, allowing them to respect the heavens and earth instead of kneeling to gods.


    Humans are always forgetful.


    Yet they remember very well.


    “In that case, proceed to the execution ground!”


    Wainwright Ridge nodded, someone pulled down a lever.


    Click!


    The golden cage instantly opened!


    A very thick pir extended outward.


    tter!


    The chains, as if maically attracted, were sucked onto the pir.


    Tightly binding Julius Reed.


    On the pir, there were countless small needles.


    Julius Reed furrowed his brows slightly.


    There’s medicine on these needles.


    Making him lose all strength.


    They really were thorough.


    Afraid that he would escape.


    “Today, Master Marsh couldn’te, but he can be with us through holographic projection.” Wainwright Ridge beckoned again, and Trent Marsh’s people ced a massiveser projector on the ground.


    It shone a beam of light.


    Trent Marsh’s image appeared.


    He was sitting, eating porridge.


    With no intention to speak.


    “Execute!”


    As Wainwright Ridge’s voice fell, a pitch-ck bottle was brought before Julius Reed.


    Within it, ck mist swirled; it was impossible to see what was inside.


    Trent Marsh seemed to have finished eating.


    He wiped his mouth, ced the bowl on the table, and stared ahead.


    “I’ll do it.” At this moment, Pranay Martinez walked onto the stage.


    Hatred filled his eyes.


    “Julius Reed, you’re too powerful. Even in my domain, you still defeated me. Power itself is the original sin.”


    Pranay Martinez walked over, behind him followed Hiddy.


    Julius Reed looked at Hiddy and smiled.


    But this smile carried contempt.


    Making Hiddy very ufortable.


    “Trent Marsh isn’t here, so I’m here. But remember, him and I will not reconcile. Today’s cooperation is temporary, but in the future, we will certainly sh.” Hiddy walked up to Julius Reed, raised her foot, and leaned her mouth toward him.


    “What is she doing! Such a goddess, is she going to kiss Julius Reed?”


    “Oh my god! I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman in the world! Damn Julius Reed, kill him!”


    “Kill!”


    The shouting below was even more intense.


    But Hiddy didn’t kiss him.


    Julius Reed turned his head, avoiding her.


    “I understand you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t dislike you. By sending Que Radcliffe out, you’ve destined us as mortal enemies.”


    “But if I tell you, that if I didn’t hand over Que Radcliffe to Trent Marsh, she’d die at the hands of Hill Leocadia or even Pranay Martinez, would you believe me?” Hiddy whispered in Julius Reed’s ear: “You were my first man, even if it was in the times of retrospect. So, remember, what you see isn’t necessarily true, what you hear isn’t necessarily real.”


    “Do I need to thank you?”


    Julius Reed smiled a little.


    Not wanting to say more.


    His thoughts were entirely focused on that ck bottle.


    “The stopwatch can’t save you now. Because I know, you’re thinking like this now. But I tell you, the power of wind and fire are rted to this bottle. What you have before you is the most powerful thing of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, the Heart of God.”


    Hiddy took two steps back, her face stern: “If you don’t die, I’m willing to be your woman.”


    She had just left when Pranay Martinez took the bottle and approached Julius Reed.


    “I told them you can’t be killed. So, they came up with a n. Kill you? It’s meaningless. But, they can turn you into a killing machine, a killing machine that listens to their orders.”


    Pranay Martinez grinned, saying: “This, I have experience with. When you lost your memory back then, I was involved. This time, it’s just to make you lose your memory more thoroughly. But honestly, after you’re gone, Trent Marsh arrives, nothing’s really changed.”


    “So.” Julius Reed asked.


    “Inside this bottle will exist something that erases your memory, followed by them cing this heart inside your body. I don’t wish for you to die; I wish for you to contend with Trent Marsh.”


    He opened the bottle and pressed its mouth to Julius Reed’s chest.


    “Seal your memory, even if it’s the death of the flesh, I’ll find a way to keep you alive.” Pranay Martinez held a silver needle between his fingers.


    This method is simr to the Prophet taking away Hiddy’s memory.


    “No need.” Julius Reed blew, and the needle broke.


    “Then… good luck.” Pranay Martinez reluctantly pressed the bottle.


    In an instant!


    Julius Reed felt he could not breathe.