Trent Marsh didn’t hesitate at all. The moment he sensed something odd, he swung his blade forward!

Clang!

The blade tore through the air, and unexpectedly, there was a dull sound.

Trent Marsh clearly felt something was wrong!

His blade was stuck in the air!

The wind grew stronger!

A human figure slowly appeared.

"Your blade is still so fast." Marcellus Lopez extended his hand, caught Trent Marsh’s blade, and gently pushed it back.

"You are..." Hearing this, Trent Marsh felt puzzled.

He quickly took a defensive stance, hiding behind his guards.

Could it be that the skeleton in front of him was someone he knew?

"Who I am is no longer important. But you are the one who resembles me the most." Marcellus Lopez extended his skeletal hand, which kept trembling. "What are these?"

He had become a wraith for countless years, killing countless people.

He could discern at a glance who his opponents were and what their abilities might be.

The martial artists in front of him, dressed impeccably, had eyes devoid of any vitality.

They looked no different from machines.

But their strength was undeniably present.

What surprised Marcellus Lopez was that the power of these guards was surprisingly similar.

Where could you find so many with identical spiritual energy inside them?

And so many of them?

"Since you know me, I’m quite curious to know who you are. If you’re here, it might suggest we share a common goal," Trent Marsh cautiously inquired.

"Me? I am Marcellus Lopez, the great General King of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance." Marcellus Lopez spoke with great pride, for this was the peak of his life.

If it hadn’t been for Silvio Reed’s treachery, probably everyone in the world today would know the name Marcellus Lopez.

"General King?" Trent Marsh thought for a moment and said, "The most formidable figure of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance back then?"

He scrutinized the skeleton in front of him, finding it hard to believe.

He indeed knew of General King; he might even have met him once or twice.

Back then, when Trent Marsh was just starting to make a name for himself, after being expelled by the Dragon Family, Silvio Reed took him in.

It was long after Marcellus Lopez disappeared that Trent Marsh, with his considerable battle merits and Silvio Reed’s favor, entered the core of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

But by then, Marcellus Lopez had long been forgotten.

With endless battles, many old faces vanished.

Countless martial artists perished in battle, and new warriors replaced them, continuing the fight.

Trent Marsh watched as people fell one by one, as batches of people died.

Only Silvio Reed sat steadily in his position, and singlehandedly promoted him.

Now, encountering an elder from the former Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Trent Marsh felt deeply touched inside.

Though arrogant, his respect for this elder had never waned.

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance has a shrine dedicated to those who died fighting for the unification of the realm.

Trent Marsh remembers there was a time when the plaque of General King Marcellus Lopez was at the top.

But later, for some reason, the plaque disappeared.

It was no longer visible.

Trent Marsh also inquired, but received no answer.

"Elder, are you truly General King, Marcellus Lopez?" he tentatively asked.

Reaching this position, Trent Marsh couldn’t easily trust anyone’s words.

If he believed whatever others said, he’d be a fool.

Moreover, how could this skeleton in front of him speak like a human?

Though Trent Marsh had seen much, he still felt a chill run down his spine.

He studied intently, but the wind and sand made it hard to see clearly.

"By this time, the once great General King who bled and sweat for the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance has long been forgotten. If I am not him, who else would remember me?"

Marcellus Lopez’s voice carried a tone of sadness.

He didn’t expect to meet Trent Marsh here.

If Trent Marsh were alive, what about Silvio Reed?

What happened to Silvio Reed?

Why did the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance fall apart?

Could the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s Holy Lord he met outside be a fake?

With Trent Marsh not dead, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance wouldn’t fall prey to manipulation by others.

Besides, it seemed that guy wasn’t that powerful.

It shouldn’t be possible for Trent Marsh to still be alive, yet lose his influence.

"I greet General King." Trent Marsh knelt on one knee.

Now he was almost convinced.

Few remembered General King anymore; only the earlier batches of martial artists from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had an impression of this former leader.

"Rise. Since you’re a junior and show me enough respect, I can spare your life. But you must tell me, why are you still alive, while the Holy Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is not you? Instead, it’s someone I’ve never heard of, who only knows how to play tricks?"

As Marcellus Lopez finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in front of Trent Marsh, lifting him up.

"Elder Lopez, how did you die?" Trent Marsh explained, "There was some turmoil in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance back then. I was tricked by a woman from the Dragon Family into a barrier, where I was trapped for thousands of years. By the time I got out, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance no longer existed."

"So that’s how it is." Marcellus Lopez nodded, about to ask about Silvio Reed.

But then, a voice came from the great hall behind Trent Marsh.

"The guards in front of you belong to Silvio Reed. He, Trent Marsh, holds Silvio Reed’s Commander’s Seal, intending to unify the Nine Provinces and recreate the glory of the past."

Julius Reed walked out, hands behind his back, shouting loudly.

"What!"

Marcellus Lopez’s tone instantly turned to anger!

He roared, and the wind and sand felt like knives, cutting the guards’ necks.

Their blood was drawn away.

The guards collapsed to the ground, all dead.

"Is it you?" Trent Marsh saw Julius Reed, with much uncertainty inside.

But Julius Reed didn’t give him a chance. With a push from both hands,

An invisible force pushed all the unprepared guards standing in the great hall out!

Trent Marsh was also swept up, plunged into the yellow sand!

"Eliminate everything!" he shouted.

With the chaotic situation, he had no other choice.

He could only let the guards act and cleanse all opposing forces.

But the wind mercilessly mocked him.

Within the territory of the Bloody Ridge, within the barrier realm, almost no one could stand against these skeleton legions led by Marcellus Lopez.

The gale blew by, and the blood and flesh of the fallen guards separated, leaving only skeletal remains standing to join the ranks of the skeleton soldiers.

"Elder, it’s all a misunderstanding. Let me explain..." Trent Marsh couldn’t see clearly and swung his blade wildly!

But before he finished speaking, his neck was gripped and then he was lifted entirely.

"Brothers, you killed those people, that’s fine, but this one is a good friend of Silvio Reed." Julius Reed pointed at Trent Marsh, gently bit his finger, and with a touch!

Bang!

Golden light burst out!

Marcellus Lopez’s skeleton was shattered!

While Trent Marsh was blasted back into the great hall by the rebound force.

"Brother, don’t blame me for not warning you," Julius Reed caught Trent Marsh, chuckling lightly. "While his bones haven’t healed, let’s run."

Having said that, he darted away like the wind.

Trent Marsh looked at the full of corpses, wanting to go back and call off the remaining guards, but thinking of Marcellus Lopez reviving, he steeled his heart and followed along to escape.