The Lu family was massacred.

Everyone, regardless of age or gender, was killed.

Just like what happened at Azure Mountain back then.

Not a single survivor remained.

Nelson sat on the dragon chair meticulously crafted by Hume Rose, with his foot on a small stool made from Hume Rose’s skull, expressionless.

In the grand hall, those qualified to represent their sects stood in a row.

Obediently listening.

Those who were not qualified became outside henchmen.

Even the ones guarding the gate were Great Grandmasters.

This almost unbelievable scene was all because of a blind man.

An expert who could summon storms and cause thunder and lightning with a wave of his hand.

Because of his presence, these martial artists could only comply.

Or you could say, they were held captive.

And the sects they represented, most could only support Nelson.

For a while, hundreds of sects came to congratulate, celebrating Nelson as the new master of the southeastern martial arts world.

The gifts piled up like a mountain!

Nelson surveyed everything before him, feeling both unreal and so real.

She knew she had to learn to control it all.

She couldn’t rely on Julius Reed forever.

Hundreds of sects gradually left, also leaving assurances.

But a voice left the martial artists in the hall feeling very surprised.

"Demarco Mount, Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance! Presenting a sword!"

As the shout came in.

Jovany Leopold gripping a sword box walked up to Nelson, kneeling on one knee, very respectfully.

"Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance? Isn’t that Julius Reed’s territory? Now that Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is here, it’s probably not good news."

"Who is in charge of Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance now? Since Julius Reed died, it seems they have kept a low profile, why send someone here at this occasion?"

"I’ve heard, that the current decision-maker is Julius Reed’s original wife, named Hiddy. Hiddy is a very capable and scheming woman, and now with Nelson as Julius Reed’s woman, getting involved with a blind man, maybe Hiddy came to mock her, gifting a ’cheap’ sword?"

Many martial artists were quite familiar with Demarco Mount’s master.

Hiddy’s name began to gradually spread.

Now, two of Julius Reed’s former women, one overseeing Demarco Mount, guarding Julius Reed’s base, and the other involved with someone else, gifted the southeastern martial arts realm by a lover.

However you see it, it’s quite a drama.

Nelson ignored the discussions below, reaching out to catch the sword box in her hand.

At the moment she opened the sword box, Nelson felt dazed for a moment.

It was her master’s sword.

Ever since the South Sea Goddess died, all personal relics were taken by the Lu family.

Unexpectedly, this lost sword ended up in Hiddy’s hand.

"Thank her for me." Nelson nodded.

"Hiddy asked me to pass a message, you are all Julius Reed’s women, if needed, contact anytime."

Jovany Leopold stood, slowly bowed, and turned to leave.

To the martial artists in the hall, these words sounded like a threat and intimidation.

Hiddy was reminding that she, Nelson, was Julius Reed’s woman!

But now, she betrayed Julius Reed, getting involved with a blind man!

Yet Nelson showed no reaction, just staring at the sword.

"The Southeast is vast, I have decided to divide it into one hundred and eight zones, allowing each of you to manage them, how do you find that?" As soon as Nelson finished speaking, someone brought up a map of the Southeast.

Nelson occupied sixty percent of the Southeast.

The remaining forty percent was split into one hundred and eight parts, all at the center of the Southeast, completely surrounded by Nelson’s domain.

"There are over ten thousand martial artists here, you can recruit them as you wish. If there is danger in the Southeast, you must give all you’ve got. Anyone with ulterior motives will not die a whole corpse." Nelson said before getting up and leaving.

"What does this woman mean! Keeping us prisoners?"

"Don’t be foolish, we have freedom here, think about it, we’re practically independent, living as local emperors, be content!"

"She said, as long as we don’t seek trouble, we can live peacefully. I find it quite good."

Most of these top martial artists were very satisfied.

But those middle-level martial artists outside were in trouble.

Lacking powerful sects behind them, they could only become vassals.

Unremarkable martial artists were considered lucky, they were given the choice to decide.

Those who wished to stay could stay, those who didn’t could leave directly.

After all, these were martial artists not much different from ordinary people, not very useful.

The Lu family back garden.

Nelson hugged Julius Reed from behind while he was playing chess here, crying and asking, "Are you leaving?"

She felt that Julius Reed might be leaving soon.

"As long as Silvio Reed doesn’t show up, I cannot sleep soundly."

Julius Reed patted Nelson’s hand, comforting her: "It’s nothing, life is still long, there will be peaceful times."

"I’m worried you’ll be in danger," Nelson said affectionately as she clung to Julius Reed, "You’re the only family I have left in this world."

"You are also one of my favorite women."

Julius Reed held a white piece, placing it on the chessboard.

"Oh my!" The Nine Nether True Lord shook his head helplessly, "I’m no match for you."

"You lost." Julius Reed stood up, smiled, and said, "Never won me."

"The Blood Soul Emperor isn’t dead, I can feel it." The Nine Nether True Lord suddenly changed the topic, wearing a worried expression, "This feud has grown big. If you leave, aren’t you worried the Blood Soul Emperor will come to kill your woman?"

"Perhaps you overestimate the current Blood Soul Emperor." Julius Reed lifted his head, calmly saying, "Unless he finds his true body, that drop of blood, otherwise in the short term, the Blood Soul Emperor doesn’t have the power to contend with those martial artists. Besides, I arranged someone to guard the surroundings."

"Who?" The Nine Nether True Lord asked curiously.

"You." Julius Reed, although unwilling to let the Nine Nether True Lord stay here, had no better choice at the moment.

The Blood Soul Emperor’s actions were unpredictable, only the Nine Nether True Lord could be the one to know the enemy well.

"Me?" The Nine Nether True Lord evidently didn’t expect it either.

"The Blood Soul Emperor won’t come over shortly, but I still have a bad feeling." Julius Reed muttered to himself, "I always feel something major will happen."

"Report! Miss Nelson, a severely injured person was found outside!"

A Great Grandmaster ran into the back garden, saying in a panic.

"Next time, do not be alarmed." Nelson regained her cold demeanor, displeased: "Someone severely injured, is it worth notifying?"

"But... but that person, you all know." The Great Grandmaster blinked and said: "It’s Iwan Martinez, Iwan Martinez is severely injured, having fallen into a coma."

"Iwan Martinez?" Julius Reed asked urgently: "What injuries does he have?"

Iwan Martinez wasn’t troubled, and left easily.

It’s been two days since then.

Now Iwan Martinez suddenly appears, how could he be injured?

"Covered in wounds! If it were someone else, they’d have died long ago!" The Great Grandmaster said in alarm: "Oddly enough, the Southeast is grassland, yet his body is covered with sand!"