Coming?

To kill me?

After saying this, the martial artists in the hotel felt the proprietress was insane.

Daring to threaten Trent Marsh like this!

Who is Trent Marsh?

An infamous War God in the martial arts world, capable of wiping out entire families at the drop of a hat.

And being threatened in public, won’t Trent Marsh care about his face?

Just as the martial artists felt regretful and glad they might save on hotel fees.

An important piece of information emerged.

Julius Reed!

This woman in front of them is actually the wife of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s leader, Julius Reed?

Does Julius Reed have a wife?

No wonder.

This beautiful woman indeed fell victim to Julius Reed.

Many people felt regretful.

But the anticipation in their hearts grew even stronger.

They wanted to know if learning this, Trent Marsh would be more determined to kill this woman in front of him!

If he kills this woman, will the long-absent Julius Reed let it slide?

What kind of war will erupt between these two top figures in the martial arts world!

"You... I understand now." Trent Marsh recalled, no wonder she was so tough, she had backing.

"Julius Reed and I are both enemies and friends. If he were standing in front of me today, I might put my knife away. But everyone knows, Julius Reed seems to have many women."

Trent Marsh chuckled softly, showing no intent to either draw or sheathe his knife.

The implication was clear.

He would give face to Julius Reed, but when it came to Julius Reed’s women, that was a different matter.

Of so many women, one didn’t seem to have much face.

"I don’t care how many women Julius Reed has. But remember, as long as I’m here, I am always the official wife." Hiddy spoke with strong confidence.

"I believe you." Trent Marsh nodded and said, "Indeed, your aura is no weaker than Dragon Dance."

"Dragon Dance?" Hiddy chuckled disdainfully, "If she came, she’d call me sister!"

"So strong." Nine Nether True Lord watched from the balcony, saying, "I like strong women like this; you’re lucky. But you, a blind man, how come?"

Julius Reed said nothing but pondered what to do.

"Honestly, if you had announced your identity right away, I might not have acted this way. But now, my knife, Trent Marsh’s knife, is already drawn."

Trent Marsh held his knife in his right hand, its tip just a few centimeters from Hiddy’s neck.

"Trent Marsh’s knife only returns after tasting blood."

"Then kill me." Far from being afraid, Hiddy continued to provoke, "Brother Trent, right? Come, let your knife be stained with my blood."

"You’re trying to provoke me." Trent Marsh took a half-step forward.

The knife tip was almost at Hiddy’s throat.

"I dared to kill Dragon Dance, why not you?" Trent Marsh extended his other hand, pointing to the ground, "This will be your burial place."

"Hey, kid, your wife is about to be killed, aren’t you worried?"

Nine Nether True Lord was curious why the guy next to him wasn’t doing anything.

"Don’t worry." Julius Reed stared down, expressionless, "It’s not time yet."

"Will he act?" Nine Nether True Lord murmured, "I think he will; this guy’s full of murderous intent."

The hotel was very quiet at that moment.

It seemed everyone was waiting for Trent Marsh to strike, to kill the woman.

"You always provoke me." Trent Marsh’s hand finally moved, making a slicing motion forward.

Swish!

But just at that moment!

A streak of True Qi pierced the air, striking Trent Marsh’s knife directly.

Clang!

The knife was deflected.

In an instant, everyone in the hotel looked up, gazing at the upstairs.

Julius Reed turned sideways, ripping off Nine Nether True Lord’s veil.

"Big Brother."

He respectfully cupped his hands toward Nine Nether True Lord.

"Julius Reed!"

Exclamations rose from downstairs.

Trent Marsh squinted, evidently not expecting to meet Julius Reed here.

Since parting in the Gaochang Maze, the two hadn’t interacted.

Nine Nether True Lord was full of doubts, but he knew he mustn’t speak now.

Silence is golden.

With immovability, respond to myriad changes.

"Julius Reed, why didn’t you appear earlier?" Unexpectedly, Trent Marsh sheathed his knife and looked at Julius Reed and Nine Nether True Lord upstairs with his hands behind.

"Don’t want to say, then don’t." Nine Nether True Lord spoke calmly, though internally he was extremely surprised.

The guy beside him could communicate with him through mind.

This was unexpected for him.

In Nine Nether True Lord’s view, the current martial arts world was a heap of trash, with none worth a damn.

Now appeared such a master, continuously surprising him, leaving Nine Nether True Lord amazed.

However, Nine Nether True Lord’s brief words excited the martial artists downstairs.

Was the legendary number one in martial arts going to fight the War God?

"Okay, I’ll give face to Julius Reed."

Trent Marsh turned around and left with large strides.

The black-armored warriors followed him, disappearing from the Phoenix Hotel.

"Is he not saving face?" Nine Nether True Lord somewhat knew about Trent Marsh.

Now that Trent Marsh left, he was a bit surprised.

"Face is just a façade." Julius Reed pointed to his face, "Only skill is the real deal."

After speaking, he headed to his room.

"Now that Trent Marsh is here, are you going to act?" Nine Nether True Lord asked curiously.

He saw the martial artists below about to make a move.

In fact, these martial artists felt a bit regretful; if Julius Reed and Trent Marsh fought, they’d have the opportunity to benefit as bystanders.

Now facing the strong Trent Marsh, the martial artists felt uncertain.

But since they’re here, they must take the chance.

"I didn’t think my face held such prestige?" Nine Nether True Lord touched his face, feeling he might have been deceived.

"Before you wanted me to cover my face, today you wanted me to show it. What’s the idea?"

Nine Nether True Lord sat on the sofa, enjoying wine.

He had to admit, in his time, though martial artists had supreme power, the lower classes hadn’t crafted exquisite foods and wines.

Unlike now, so prosperous.

"Pack up a bit, bring some food and drink; we’ll be heading to Han Xue Ridge soon." Julius Reed gathered a few necessities, arranging for Nelson and Hiddy to wait together for his return.

The trip undoubtedly posed dangers; the Phoenix Hotel was safer than anywhere else.

Even the Lu family surely focused on Han Xue Ridge now.

Everyone knew the forces Silvio Reed left were the strongest today.

As expected.

When Julius Reed and his companions emerged, the hotel was nearly empty.

"We should leave too."

Julius Reed gripped the Knife Abernathy, descended the stairs, and with Nine Nether True Lord, advanced toward Han Xue Ridge.

"Honestly, how much have you kept from me?" Nine Nether True Lord suddenly asked.

"A lot." Julius Reed patted his shoulder, smiling, "Don’t worry, you’ll understand gradually."