<h4>Chapter 2255: Chapter 2255: The Death of the Imperial Mentor</h4>


    "Save our master!"


    The swordsman knelt on the ground, eyes red, tears continuously falling.


    "Please! As long as you bring our master back, from now on, our lives are yours!"


    "Yes! Even if you want us dead, we won’t blink!"


    Bang!


    Someone heavily kowtowed.


    "I beg you!"


    All thirteen bowed down!


    They kowtowed again.


    "Your master embraced a death wish, I can only try my best." Julius Reed nodded, squatting down, cing his hand on the Imperial Master’s chest.


    At a touch, it copsed.


    The Imperial Master’s body was not solid anywhere.


    Resembling a human figure was already the limit after the Sword Qi exploded.


    Consider it with some dignity.


    In some sense, although it was the Imperial Master who brought people today, it was his own doing.


    But if the Imperial Master hadn’t risked his life to repel the blood of the god by nearly a thousand meters, I’m afraid none of the people in the room would have survived.


    Julius Reed could feel that when he fought the Imperial Master, he indeed used his full strength, as if it were thest battle.


    But among it all, there was always something that didn’t feel right, which Julius Reed couldn’t recall at the moment.


    "No hope."


    Looking at the Imperial Master pierced by a sword in the chest, Julius Reed shook his head helplessly. "This sword was probably his final relief for himself. His entire body’s stamina and bones have shattered beyond any chance of survival."


    Faced with the fall of a former emperor, he felt a slight bit of sadness.


    Julius Reed, whose emotions had long been erased after countless years of longevity, lived again like an ordinary person during his amnesiac years.


    Now, facing the death of the Imperial Master, he couldn’t help but feel nostalgic.


    "That coffin, use it." Julius Reed shook his head with a bitter smile: "Bury him simply here for now. Once the crisis passes, I will help by organizing a grand funeral for your master."


    The Imperial Master truly died, something Julius Reed hadn’t anticipated.


    Aside from the likes of the Guilt Emperor, Julius Reed truly didn’t think the Imperial Master and Shadow Kims would die.


    It seemed that in this world, as long as he held no killing intent, these ancient emperors wouldn’t die.


    But today, Julius Reed sensed a trace of crisis.


    If, someday, a stronger forcees to deal with Que Radcliffe, to deal with Hiddy, to deal with Nelson?


    What could he do then?


    He could only grow stronger.


    Julius Reed needs to figure out what the so-called god really is!


    Why do they possess such strong abilities!


    What secrets lie within the Dusty tform and those divine tombs?


    The wolves and crocodiles he encountered earlier, were they really just remnants left inside after being killed?


    "Hoo." Julius Reed exhaled deeply, taking out the Heaven Opening Book.


    Ever since he understood the true purpose of the Heaven Opening Book, every time he took out this book, his mindset was different from before.


    If it were merely a record book, it would just hold some reference value.


    But now, the inner heart of the god’s eye made Julius Reed realize this is not an ordinary book at all.


    But he was surprised to discover a clearer outline of the supposed god has appeared on it!


    Much clearer than before.


    Looking closely, Julius Reed was even more astonished.


    Because the outline of the person on it, astonishingly bore an eighty to ny percent resemnce to himself!


    Resemnce is nothing, after all, it wasn’t clear, it was still blurry.


    But Julius Reed clearly remembered, the first time he saw it, the outline was not like this at all.


    It was a very strange person.


    But now, the outline of this person was almost like himself?


    Could it be because his own blood flowed with the blood of the god?


    Suddenly, Julius Reed had a bold guess.


    A god is not a specific person?


    Could anyone be a god throughout their life?


    Otherwise, there’s no way to exin why the reflection of the god on the book increasingly resembled him as more divine elements gathered within his body.


    "Wait a minute!"


    Just as the grief-stricken disciples were cing the Imperial Master in the coffin, Julius Reed rushed over in a single bound.


    "What is it? Is Master still savable?"


    Those disciples, eyes filled with hope, waited for Julius Reed to speak.


    No matter what happened to the Imperial Master, these disciples were surely loyal enough.


    "I..." Julius Reed sighed, shaking his head: "I’m just seeing him onest time."


    His gaze remained fixated on the Imperial Master’s face.


    Just now, as the Imperial Master was being lifted inside, Julius Reed spotted out of the corner of his eye the Imperial Master smiling?


    Could it be an illusion?


    Julius Reed believed he mustn’t have seen it wrong.


    He checked simply, and the Imperial Master was indeed dead.


    All his body’s muscles and bones, except for the head, were shattered.


    Just left with an intact shell.


    Yet, the Imperial Master’s face remained calm, devoid of a smile.


    Julius Reed observed for a while longer.


    Bang!


    The coffin lid was sealed.


    Fourrge locks outside, fastened securely.


    This kind of coffin was theft-proof.


    No tomb raiders could approach.


    Even if some experts could evade the constant death threats from the coffin, there was no way to open it.


    The most robust metal and technology were being applied to this coffin.


    ording to the Imperial Master’sst wishes, the sword was left on his body.


    But Julius Reed kept a sharp mind, flicking a finger in the final moment before the coffin was sealed, sending a gust inside that tilted the sword.


    No one noticed.


    Although the Imperial Master indeed died, Julius Reed’s mind was filled with that smile.


    It made him extremely uneasy.


    "Bury him here temporarily, tomorrow in the daylight, I will arrange for someone toe over. For now, we must leave."


    Julius Reed walked to Hawthorne’s side, retrieved the cellphone from him, and pressed a string of codes.


    Half an hourter.


    A helicopter began to hover above.


    This was the closest armed force from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance,ing for rescue.


    A ce of trouble shouldn’t be stayed at too long.


    Trent Marsh and others were raring to go.


    Julius Reed needed to safely return, and look into this god further, also to investigate the entity who pushed the Imperial Master to death.


    One who forces an emperor to the grave is surely no simple person.


    The helicopternded in what seemed like a t area in the imperial pce, gradually taking the people away.


    Only after everyone was safely evacuated did Julius Reed board the nest.


    Gazing at the pitch-ck ground, it resembled a beast.


    Lurking, ready to devour at any moment.


    "Saint Lord, I owe you another life." Pruitt Wilde chuckled: "The Imperial Master, that ghostly figure, actually grew dragon scales. Otherwise, I would have scattered him!"


    "Dragon scales?" Julius Reed recalled the Mont martial artist he had previously in.


    "Golden scales!" Pruitt nodded, sighing: "Too strong."


    Julius Reed said nothing, intending to examine closely when taking the Imperial Master backe dawn tomorrow.


    Shortly after they departed.


    A person wearing tattered clothing arrived at the location of the imperial pce.


    The person sniffed like a dog continuously.


    Perceiving the presence of prey, he bent down, horrifyingly digging a pit five meters deep in a minute!


    Then, he lifted therge coffin of the Imperial Master out!