The arrival of that catastrophe was nothing short of a disaster for the top martial artists.

Their beautiful lives, revered status, and self-made rules all collapsed overnight.

If it weren’t for this catastrophe, martial artists would only continue to band together, practice martial arts, and enjoy their exclusive privileges.

Ordinary people would never have the chance to become martial artists in their lifetime.

They could only serve as cattle and horses for these top martial artists, never seeing any hope of advancement.

Just like the people of the Long family, who regarded wastewater as divine water in their quest for a bit of power.

Many ordinary people drank water discarded by martial artists, and because it contained a trace of spiritual power, they were brutally killed.

The entire martial arts world, the entire world, had lost its fairness.

But a catastrophe arrived, directly wiping out these martial artists and destroying the rules that had existed for an unknown length of time.

Everything began anew.

Ordinary people could now practice martial arts, and martial artists were no longer such an unreachable existence.

Now, martial artists and ordinary people coexist peacefully.

Even if there are privileges, they are within a very reasonable range.

"It’s just like the wealth of ordinary people before." Julius Reed smiled and said, "When wealth is concentrated in the hands of a few, they will control that wealth and control society. Ordinary people have no way to touch that circle."

"Only by eliminating the oligarchs can the world return to fairness once again."

"This catastrophe is hard to call a disaster." Julius Reed gestured toward Mr. Nine Denials and chuckled, "You are a vested interest, so you think it’s a catastrophe. But for those ordinary people, isn’t it a new era?"

"You’re saying..." Mr. Nine Denials grinned and said, "But indeed, I am a victim. Aren’t people all selfish? Right?"

"People are selfish, but there are also selfless ones." Julius Reed felt that he was a selfless person.

"Alright, let’s not discuss this. Let me tell you, the people from the Long family we met before, their ancestors drank your water and became dragon-slaying warriors!"

"Do you have any way to deal with them?" Julius Reed wanted a once-and-for-all method, preferably one that could directly pacify the Long family members.

"We are all martial artists, so there’s no need for internal strife, allowing Silvio Reed to reap the benefits."

"Let me think, there should be a way, but I can’t recall it at the moment." Mr. Nine Denials tapped his head.

"Do you still remember where your temple is?" Julius Reed asked again, "I suddenly feel that something is off. Why does everything seem to be related to you? What about the other gods’ residences? How come everything I encounter related to ancient times is connected to you?" 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Including the temple, lotus seat, and the Zodiac Lotus Shadow.

Even the water the Long family drank originally is related to Mr. Nine Denials.

"I’m also puzzled, what’s going on with you all?" Mr. Nine Denials was also very surprised.

"Why does everything that happens seem to be connected to me! How come there’s so much chaos appearing all over the Nine Provinces on my territory! It’s a mess!"

Mr. Nine Denials picked up a wine bottle, angrily drinking it all in one go.

Just then, a commotion came from outside the hotel.

"What’s going on?" Julius Reed stood up, pushed open the door, walked to the stairs, and looked down.

At the entrance, there appeared a group of men in black armor.

Seeing this attire, Julius Reed knew Trent Marsh had come.

The hotel was very quiet, and everyone was staring at the entrance.

Tap tap tap...

The sound of leather boots hitting the ground came.

Trent Marsh carried a knife, wearing leather boots, striding into the hotel.

The rings on his knife clattered noisily.

"Who’s the owner of the hotel?"

Trent Marsh walked to the front desk, looking coldly at the receptionist.

"Hello, welcome to Phoenix Hotel."

The receptionist greeted him very politely.

"I’m asking you, who’s the owner?"

Trent Marsh raised his knife and placed it on the receptionist’s neck, asking with a blank expression, "Answer my question directly."

"I am the owner."

At that moment, Hiddy, dressed in fiery red, slowly walked down the stairs.

Her lower half was a red skirt tightly wrapping her hips, and her upper half was a red shirt.

With a cloak draped over her shoulders, she stepped forward to Trent Marsh.

"We seem to... know each other?" Trent Marsh sheathed his knife, not wanting to argue with a receptionist.

"I know many people, but whether I know them or not, what does it matter?"

Hiddy replied with a smile.

This response made the guests in the hotel break out in a cold sweat.

Many of them, upon seeing the landlady for the first time, couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming desire!

This woman was too sexy, too beautiful!

Not to mention her great figure, the charm she exuded was irresistible.

But she was facing Trent Marsh!

War God Trent Marsh, with blood on his hands.

In Trent Marsh’s eyes, women were nothing.

"Talking to Master Trent like that is a quick way to meet your end."

Mr. Springs walked out with a chuckle, holding a white paper fan, "War God Trent Marsh, have you heard of him?"

"I’ve heard of him. Who hasn’t heard of the name Trent Marsh?"

Hiddy nodded and asked back, "So what?"

This question made everyone present break out in a cold sweat.

Too arrogant!

Trent Marsh seemed likely to act ruthlessly today.

Many felt pity.

"I don’t like it when people talk to me like that." Trent Marsh took a step forward, only half a meter away from Hiddy, "Give me ten rooms, or I’ll slaughter everyone in your hotel."

"There aren’t any, the rooms are full." Hiddy refused directly without even considering, "There’s space in the outhouse, if you need, I can let you stay there for free."

"Haha." Trent Marsh laughed loudly, then raised his knife, pointing it at Hiddy, "Want to die?"

"I don’t want to die." Even with a knife pointed at her, Hiddy remained fearless, even smiling as she said, "Who wants to die? No one, right?"

"But talking to me like that clearly shows you have a death wish." Trent Marsh said coldly.

"Reason."

Hiddy kept smiling, "What is the reason?"

The people in the hotel increasingly felt that the landlady was courting death.

That was Trent Marsh, no face given at all?

Must be crazy.

Even Mr. Nine Denials couldn’t help but say, "Brother, your woman is quite bold. This Trent Marsh seems quite formidable, what now, going down for a fight?"

"No need, her ex-husband is even more formidable." Julius Reed said nonchalantly, pointing at Hiddy.

"Ex-husband?" Mr. Nine Denials was very surprised, but thinking about such a beautiful woman having an ex-husband seemed normal.

No big deal.

But he was very curious, who was this woman’s ex-husband?

"You like married women?" Mr. Nine Denials asked.

"I like killing." Julius Reed smiled, and this smile sent shivers down Mr. Nine Denials’ spine.

At the hotel door.

Trent Marsh raised his knife, walking toward Hiddy, "I, Trent Marsh, do things without reason! I, Trent Marsh, kill without reason! If I want someone dead, they must die."

"But my man is Julius Reed." Hiddy grabbed the knife with her right hand, moving it closer to her neck, "Come. Kill me."