Out of fear for Julius Reed, the martial artist being held hostage was very compliant.

He wasn’t stupid and knew that there were many powerful people coming to the Caldwell Family.

And those who could practice the Path of Weaponry were very rare.

Years ago, he had seen a young martial artist at the Caldwell Family use an enemy’s sword to kill the enemy.

The scene was unforgettable even to this day.

At that time, everyone’s longsword uncontrollably flew out, stabbing into a martial artist.

When he saw his own longsword uncontrollably fly out today, it was filled with the fear of those years.

"Actually, you don’t need to be tense, I won’t kill you, I just need someone to lead the way," Julius Reed said calmly, "Killing you is as easy as turning my hand. But I don’t want to do that, understand?"

"Understand, understand!"

The martial artist hurriedly nodded, carefully walking ahead.

As he walked, he kept measuring the blind swordsman behind him.

Who could it be?

In the martial arts world, it seemed there hadn’t been a very formidable blind swordsman.

Moreover, he was so young, there might be a major sect behind him, not to be provoked.

"What’s your name?"

The path was not short, so Julius Reed took the initiative to start a conversation with the guide.

The feeling of being unable to see was unpleasant.

Surrounded by darkness, his ears were especially strained.

He was willing to communicate with the person in front of him because his inner activities were only fear and admiration, without any scheming.

He was still considered an honest person.

Otherwise, Julius Reed would have killed him immediately.

The person who recorded a video before was full of malice, detected by Julius Reed, and thrown down the cliff.

"My name is Soren Hamilton, from Pendletoni Mountain." The man scratched his head, speaking a bit embarrassedly, "An Outer Sect Disciple, not on the register."

In the martial arts world, there are distinctions between high and low, noble and inferior.

In fact, in any field, there are distinctions between high and low, noble and inferior.

However, the difference in the modern martial arts world compared to the one when the Nine Nether True Lord existed is much better.

Being on the register means being an official disciple.

It comes with the protection of the sect and the ability to enjoy the resources of the sect.

But those not on the register usually do labor for the sect, occasionally getting a bit of inheritance.

Mostly, they are only slightly stronger than ordinary people, but far inferior to normal martial artists.

"Your aptitude is not high, even as an Inner Sect Disciple, you won’t achieve much either," Julius Reed said.

He wasn’t looking down on Soren Hamilton, nor was he intentionally attacking him.

He was merely stating a fact.

"I know." A trace of loss flashed across Soren Hamilton’s face, but he quickly smiled and said, "A person must have pursuits. Even if you know you can’t do it, I still want to try. I have self-awareness, but I feel if I don’t try, I might feel regret when I die in the future." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The two chatted a bit, and the distance that felt so wide before wasn’t so wide anymore.

"Expert, I saw you sitting by the roadside, are you injured?"

Soren Hamilton walked ahead, consciously slowed his pace.

"Not exactly injured, but it’s considered an injury." Julius Reed smiled bitterly, the power of this eye of God is indeed against the heavens, but using it also requires paying a price.

This time being blind, who knows how long it will take to recover.

"Soren!"

As they arrived on the main road, suddenly a voice rang out.

Soon after, a group of people rushed over, surrounding Soren Hamilton and Julius Reed.

"Hunter?"

Seeing the newcomer, Soren Hamilton suddenly became very nervous.

"What a coincidence," Hunter Martinez walked over to Soren Hamilton with a smile, drawing the sword from his waist, "Didn’t I say last time, you’re not an Outer Sect Disciple of Pendletoni Mountain, not qualified to carry a sword! So, after you left, you’ve stopped following sect rules?"

"Hunter, this is my own sword. Even an ordinary martial artist has the right to carry a sword, no?" Soren Hamilton’s voice was very tense.

Pa!

Hunter Martinez slapped Soren Hamilton’s face, saying coldly, "Learned to talk back? Last time at Pendletoni Mountain, if you hadn’t complained, saying I went down the mountain privately, how would I have received ten strokes!"

"I was a gatekeeper, you weren’t following rules, when the master asked, naturally I had to answer truthfully." Soren Hamilton covered his face, his voice much lower.

"So you got kicked out. Like a dog, thrown down the mountain!" Hunter Martinez finished, and everyone around burst into laughter.

"I was worried about finding you to settle accounts, never thought a waste like you would really come to join the fun," he grabbed Soren Hamilton’s shoulder and pressed down hard!

"Dare to oppose me, someone like you is lower than a dog, understand? Kneel down!"

All around, people came and went.

Some were watching the excitement, but none stepped in to help.

Some bystanders even took out their phones, starting to shoot a video.

"I didn’t do anything wrong." Soren Hamilton’s eyes turned red, gritting his teeth, he said in a low voice, "I won’t!"

"Heh," Hunter Martinez chuckled, and suddenly used force in his hand!

Thud!

Soren Hamilton knelt heavily on the ground, a look of great pain on his face!

"My family is better than yours, my talent higher than yours. So whatever I want you to do, you can only comply! Commoner!" Hunter Martinez finished, and spat heavily onto Soren Hamilton’s face!

"Everyone, come over, each spit, give this former gate dog of ours from Pendletoni Mountain a bit of a hundred families’ water." He finished with a big laugh, and immediately someone came over to spit on Soren Hamilton.

"The original intention of martial arts is to strengthen the body, not to bully the weak," Julius Reed shook his head, standing beside Soren Hamilton, "But martial arts have changed its taste. Anything and anyone cannot escape the cycle of history."

"Blind man?" Only then did Hunter Martinez notice the young man with a red cloth over his eyes standing next to Soren Hamilton.

"Spit on him," he ordered.

"Get lost," Julius Reed spat out a word.

There is too much injustice in the world, he couldn’t possibly replace the heavens everywhere.

Some things are inevitably experienced.

The mortal world, the most ruthless.

"You’re telling me to get lost?" Hunter Martinez was first stunned, then pointed at himself and laughed: "This sword of yours is nice, expensive, right?"

As soon as he spoke, he suddenly stepped forward, his right hand grabbing Julius Reed’s sword hilt, pulling hard!

But the next moment, his smile froze.

Why couldn’t this sword be pulled out!

"What’s going on!" Hunter Martinez’s face darkened, he used force again!

But it was still to no avail.

"Soren Hamilton, there is much injustice in the world, but it’s also fair. Because what everyone has done also falls on their heads."

Julius Reed spoke casually, his hands clasped behind him, his words cold, "He in front of me, is not even worth a pile of shit."

As soon as the words fell!

Swoosh!

The longsword suddenly unsheathed!

The sharp blade spun out, slicing off Hunter Martinez’s head.

Blood splattered.

The head fell to the ground.

The sword was still in Hunter Martinez’s hand.

Everyone around was dumbfounded with fear.

Soren Hamilton wiped the blood off his face, unable to believe the scene before him.

"I don’t want to kill people, but some people are born to die."

Julius Reed waved his hand.

The longsword quickly flew up.

After piercing through the remaining people’s bodies, it returned to Julius Reed’s waist.

"Let’s go, keep moving on."

He grabbed Soren Hamilton’s shoulder and pulled him up.