<h4>Chapter 2416: Chapter 2416: Rustic Viger</h4>


    ck Dragon gave a nod to Dragon Dance, drew the weapon from his waist, and stepped toward the gates of the Caldwell Family manor at Boulevard Mountain.


    Julius Reed stood at the door, his right hand resting on the sword hilt, motionless.


    One moves, the other stays still.


    ck Dragon is capable, and very strong.


    Dragon Dance was right, the Dragon Family had spent a lot of effort in trying to break the Curse of the Divine Water, even resorting to lies to deceive the top martial artists in the family, luring them to enter prepared caves at the brink of death.


    They believed they could be sessfully resurrected yearster.


    But in reality, they were just part of ck Dragon’s n, like moving batteries.


    Once the emaciated and withered ck Dragon absorbed each of them, bing a whole new person, the curse of the Divine Water vanished.


    As a cost, the top masters of the Dragon Family over thousands of years had their spirits nearly erased, enduring daily suffering, bing tools for ck Dragon.


    When ck Dragon emerged from the mountain, their mission ended, heading towards death.


    Now, ck Dragon carries the power of countless members of the Dragon Family.


    If his n hadn’t been disrupted, losing at least 30% of his power, ck Dragon would be even stronger.


    Of course, what he doesn’t know is that Dragon Dance would never allow anyone to threaten his position.


    Seventy percent is already enough.


    Any more, and ck Dragon might be difficult to control.


    The Dragon Family watched ck Dragon closely, eager to see this master’s performance.


    Meanwhile, the martial artists from Boulevard Mountain were all gathered on the observatory repaired by Merrill Caldwell, forced to sit and watch the battle below.


    These Boulevard Mountain people wanted to surrender, but the Caldwell Family, ahead of the Dragon Family, had already brought them here.


    Due to the Caldwell Family’s capabilities, the Boulevard martial artists did not resist and came obediently.


    But in their hearts, they hoped the Dragon Family could quickly eliminate these people.


    Allowing Boulevard Mountain to return to thepetitive state of the past.


    "My sword is 1.5 meters long and 0.3 millimeters thick; it’s undoubtedly a longsword and a soft, swift sword," ck Dragon said mildly, holding the sword in his hand. "This sword has killed countless ancient martial artists, and even dragons. Now, I intend to use it to kill you."


    "This sword of mine." Julius Reed slowly unsheathed his in sword.


    Nothing noteworthy about it at all.


    "This sword was taken from Ken Dragon. Just like him, it’s worthless. Dragon Family members are useless people, and this sword is nothing but scrap metal."


    Julius Reed slowly raised the ordinary sword, calmly saying, "A sword made of scrap metal should have no trouble killing trash."


    "Whoa! That’s quite bold! This young bull isn’t afraid of tigers; Mr. ck Dragon, give him a lesson!"


    "In the presence of our Dragon Family, he’s not the first to be arrogant, but he’s the most arrogant! Brother, are you ready to take the most brutal beating?"


    The Dragon Family was surprised; these words were very provocative.


    Even those who fought to the end without surrender had never boasted like this.


    The martial artists on Boulevard Mountain began to tremble upon hearing these words.


    Piran Wilson may want to die, but they don’t.


    They had already nned to surrender, but if the Dragon Family got angry because of this guy and ughtered everyone on Boulevard Mountain, wouldn’t they lose their lives?


    The problem is, the Caldwell Family stood behind them.


    If they showed any dissatisfaction or dared to step out to exin, they probably wouldn’t need to wait for the Dragon Family to act, because Merrill Caldwell’s people would kill them immediately.


    "You..." ck Dragon almost stumbled and fell into the snow, nodding and gritting his teeth: "Kid, you speak harshly, but I hope you won’t disappoint me next."


    At their level, martial artists are verypetitive.


    Especially about maintaining face.


    In past battles, everyone would exchange pleasantries.


    After all, they were all masters, one couldn’t lose face.


    The appearance and demeanor must be there.


    But this guy dared to provoke!


    "I never boast," Julius Reed didn’t need to open his eyes now, or rather, he found it difficult to do so.


    This was the price of merging with the Eye of God.


    One eye, a heart, a chest full of blood, and that shadow roughly formed half a god.


    But he was still half a person.


    God and man are destined to be different.


    When he chose to be a demigod, he was no longer human.


    The Eye of God could be used recklessly.


    After merging, the Eye of God became Julius Reed’s eye, the Heart of God his heart!


    The previous restrictions were no more.


    But the god’s personality would affect him.


    Cold, arrogant, and exceedingly ruthless.


    Killing one is evil, ying ten thousand is demonic, killing a million makes you a god!


    "I like your personality, after killing you, I’ll cut off your tongue and hang it by my bedside, so I can hear such amusing jokes every day." ck Dragon’s longsword was so slender that it left no blood when killing.


    He believed in oveing force with softness!


    Facing any opponent, no matter how strong, he feared nothing.


    "If you can, I don’t mind." Julius Reed made no move, just waited for ck Dragon to approach.


    "Are there traps along the way?" ck Dragon stopped when he was a hundred meters from Julius Reed.


    "Petty thinking." Julius Reed chuckled lightly.


    "I am petty, but I’m alive." ck Dragon stood his ground, raising the longsword, gently blowing on it.


    The thin sword began to sway slightly with his gentle blow.


    The swaying became more pronounced, increasingly so!


    Eventually, it emitted a buzzing sound.


    "Rise, snow."


    He bent slightly, the vibrating longsword in his hand extended forward.


    The sword tip lightly touched the snow.


    The sword stopped vibrating, settling into stability.


    Everything seemed to return to silence.


    Silence is often a precursor to eruption.


    Five secondster.


    Boom!


    A muffled noise rang out!


    Snow waves over ten meters high exploded swiftly before ck Dragon!


    Soon apanied by the force of mountains, surging forward!


    The snow waves grew higher, the snow from Boulevard Mountain’s thousands of years was uncovered all at once!


    A boundless stretch of white obscured everything.


    ck Dragon remained standing, not taking advantage of the opportunity to strike.


    Before him, the ground unseen for thousands of years at Boulevard Mountain finally appeared to human eyes.


    Massive waves of snow, vast whiteness.


    Julius Reed seemed destined to be buried beneath the snowstorm.


    He finally moved.


    Bam!


    Julius Reed stomped his foot.


    The ground instantly stopped shaking.


    With the trembling gone, the snow, like a deted balloon, all fell down in an instant.


    A small snowy mound appeared five meters before Julius Reed.


    "So powerful!"


    "Miss Caldwell, who is this Piran Wilson? Why have we never heard of him?"


    "Being able to match ck Dragon without being at a disadvantage, his internal power must be profound and mysterious!"


    The martial artists of Boulevard Mountain were astonished.


    It seemed the Caldwell Family did have a slight chance of winning.


    "Him?" Merrill Caldwell smiled: "He’s from the mountains."


    "A countryside fellow?"


    The Boulevard martial artists were utterly amazed.