Under the Drunken Man Pavilion.

The storm rages, a rain of blood.

The Blood Soul Emperor lowered his head, glanced at the emerald sword thrust into his heart, and his eyes lost their luster.

He truly hadn’t expected that a blind boy, a mere youth, would actually manage, with the Nine Provinces King’s sword, to kill him in the state of having only remnants of his body.

The surging spiritual power from Silvio Reed’s body didn’t manage to kill the boy.

But everything was already too late.

The Blood Soul Emperor, along with Silvio Reed’s body, turned into nothingness.

Carried away by the wind, completely vanished.

"Thank you."

Julius Reed, holding the sword, glanced at the golden cicada not far away.

"This sword, returning to you. Our grievances, settled." He raised the emerald sword in hand, slowly handed it to the golden cicada.

"Better to gift this sword to you." The golden cicada, kneeling respectfully on one knee, said, "The original owner of this sword was the Nine Provinces King. You are destined to be the man who becomes the Nine Provinces King, using this sword is most fitting."

"Besides, we cannot bear seeing what Silvio Reed has done. Opposing you, he is only courting disaster."

"This sword can only be used by a king. Silvio Reed died by your hand, and now you are the sole king under heaven."

"Please accept the sword."

The golden cicada did not take the sword, instead he pleaded: "We old brothers only wish for a few days of peace. I hope the holy master shows mercy and spares us."

"Please show mercy, holy master."

Gradually, many martial artists walked out from all directions.

Even those slain, dressed in black, stood up.

"Whatever happened before will be pardoned."

Julius Reed accepted the emerald sword, looked around, and spoke calmly, "Leave, and as long as you don’t do evil in the future, I won’t make things difficult for you."

With that said, he turned and left.

Half an hour earlier.

Also under the Drunken Man Pavilion.

He saw the golden cicada holding an emerald sword, leading a group kneeling there.

Stating that Silvio Reed was dueling with the Blood Soul Emperor, and even if he wins, he would lose most of his fighting strength.

The moment to kill Silvio Reed was now the best opportunity.

And this sword is the same one used by the Nine Provinces King years ago!

Capable of slaying all gods and demons.

Under this sword, all beings are equal!

Julius Reed picked up the sword, and waited half an hour.

Then he saw the golden cicada leading Silvio Reed outside.

What followed was the scene that just transpired.

Listening to the heart’s voices or the glances of the golden cicada and others.

None seemed deceitful.

In the instant they met, the familiar feeling told Julius Reed it was indeed Silvio Reed!

Whether physical strength or the ferocity of mental telekinesis, in this world only Silvio Reed could achieve such.

It couldn’t possibly be false.

Moreover, Silvio Reed was indeed as the golden cicada had said.

In the battle with the Blood Soul Emperor, both sides were severely wounded.

The fighting power significantly declined.

For some reason, despite always hoping for a duel with Silvio Reed, now after having personally killed him, there was some melancholy.

The heart not only lacked satisfaction, but rather was filled with a sense of loss.

Could Silvio Reed really be dead?

That person, who schemed for thousands of years, enduring humiliation while sweeping toilets at Demarco Mount, was truly dead?

Yet just now, that person was indeed Silvio Reed!

Julius Reed couldn’t have sensed wrongly.

Aside from his own body, none in the world could compare to Silvio Reed’s.

In a clash, it could be felt clearly.

Julius Reed stopped, walked back.

He knelt down, reached out, and touched the ashes on the ground.

Attempting to sense the presence of Silvio Reed.

But everything was gone.

"I will arrange for the disbandment of Silvio Reed’s guards. Next, my older brothers and I will visit Boulevard Mountain, where we once called home," the golden cicada shouted, "Perhaps we will establish a sect, but rest assured, we will certainly abide by the rules you set."

Finishing his speech, he bowed deeply.

In the woods, countless people slowly left with him.

"An era, ends!"

The golden cicada tore off the banner of Silvio Reed’s guards, clutched it in his hand.

When he released his grip, the flag inside had become ashes.

The Drunken Man Pavilion stopped.

Julius Reed slowly stood up, still holding Silvio Reed’s ashes.

"A generation of mighty heroes, died?" He chuckled self-mockingly, "Maybe so."

He traveled thousands of miles, expecting a fierce battle.

But unexpectedly, he still won in the end.

Even though his body had been pierced by True Qi, with life-threatening injuries beginning to show.

"Silvio Reed..." Julius Reed leaned against the pavilion, gasping for air.

The wounds on his body began to exude some black mist.

The damage caused by the Blood Soul Emperor’s desperate strike would have been instantly fatal to other martial artists.

Even with the protection of divine blood and support of potent spiritual power, Julius Reed nearly fainted.

Finally, he relied on sheer willpower to deliver a fatal blow to the Blood Soul Emperor!

The Blood Soul Emperor confidently believed that no one could withstand his all-out attack.

But he miscalculated.

The cost was his life.

Julius Reed’s situation now was equally dreadful; he felt his eyelids growing heavier, his body increasingly drained of strength.

Indeed.

Silvio Reed was not so easy to kill.

He had also paid a significant price.

Leaning against a tree, Julius Reed sensed his body conditions worsening.

He closed his eyes, his hand fell limp.

After a while.

Wind arose around the Drunken Man Pavilion.

A pool of blood slowly approached Julius Reed.

It seemed this pool of blood hesitated.

Just as it decided to continue nearing, the sword in Julius Reed’s hand suddenly emitted a burst of brilliance!

A vivid green light directly shot out!

Striking the bloodstain!

Sizzle!

A white smoke flashed.

The bloodstain swiftly disappeared.

Everything returned to silence.

As if nothing had happened.

Outside the Drunken Man Pavilion.

A hundred leagues!

The golden cicada and others stopped by a cave, lit a fire, and prepared to cook.

"With Four Lord dead, we’re relaxed now."

"Indeed, Four Lord’s antics were too wild! Moreover, he never regarded brothers’ lives as lives!"

Someone began to complain.

With Silvio Reed dead, words suppressed in their hearts spilled out unrestrained.

"Four Lord never mistreated you, now he’s just passed away, you don’t avenge him, fine, but speaking criticism, does it sit well with you?"

Someone spoke displeased.

"Ha. You in the vanguard had good food, drink, the best resources, and Four Lord personally guiding your training! What did we have? What the hell’s ours! We hasten to risky tasks, benefits go to you!"

Many stood, angrily pointing at the vanguard: "Regarding betrayal, it’s you bastards! The golden cicada led you to rebel, yet none of you remembered master-servant loyalty!"

"Indeed, faster to switch sides than anyone!"

The two groups confronted, ready to fight.

"Enough." The golden cicada tried to calm them, "From now on, none speak more, quietly wait."

"Too late."

Then, a voice seemed to come from all directions!