"Master, is it done?"

Hayden Marsh, with lingering fear, stood behind Gerrit Harris, afraid to step forward.

"This Ten Halls of Yama Formation is a top-level assassination formation in the current world. We spent a whole day building it, initially to deal with Boulevard's West Tower..." Gerrit Harris had a complex expression and began coughing midway through his sentence.

"Master, are you alright?" Konrad Marsh asked indifferently from the side.

Everyone focused their gaze on the central figure of the inner hall, the man in the green robe.

Too terrifying!

Who exactly is this?

Since when did Cold Nelson have such a formidable figure under his command?

"I'm fine, the snake venom has entered my body, but I just need one night's time to recover." Gerrit Harris sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed: "Under the Ten Halls of Yama Formation, no one can withstand it. He might not be dead, but he's certainly severely injured."

"I'll go check it out!" Hercules Marsh dragged his broken leg, crawling forward with difficulty.

At the same time, he picked up a sword from the ground, ready for revenge!

He had forgotten how many years it had been since anyone dared to step over him!

Today, the dignity of a Great Grandmaster was utterly shattered.

"Leave him alive, I have questions to ask." Gerrit Harris did not stop him; he too was caught in the same trap, harboring resentment in his heart.

It's always good to vent a little.

"Damn it, today you broke my leg, I'll chop off all your limbs!" Hercules Marsh's eyes were filled with malice!

He raised the Longsword, half-kneeling on the ground, ready to strike!

But suddenly.

The man in the green robe lifted his head, swiftly reaching out his right hand, and directly grabbed Hercules Marsh by the throat!

"Stop!"

Hayden Marsh and others gasped in shock.

Even Gerrit Harris couldn't remain calm.

Hit by the Ten Halls of Yama Formation and still retained consciousness?

Splurt!

The man in the green robe's face turned pale as he spat out blood.

Yet he still gripped Hercules Marsh's throat tightly, sneering: "Old man, you have some skills! Now dismantle this formation and let me go, or he dies."

After speaking, he intensified the pressure on his hands.

Hercules Marsh's sword fell to the ground, his face turning purple, suffering unbearably!

He couldn't even speak.

"Cough cough... old man, in ten more seconds, he'll die." The man in the green robe gave a phantom smile, softly uttering: "Ten, nine, eight..."

"Master!"

The Marsh brothers were anxious and panic-stricken!

Atticus Marsh was already dead; they didn't want to lose another brother!

Gerrit Harris appeared conflicted, clearly not having decided yet.

If he didn't let him go, he could command such a powerful figure for his purposes, while also gaining insights about Demarco Mount's circumstances.

If he released him, their lives would be uncertain, and his Ten Halls of Yama Formation would yield nothing!

A complete waste!

If this man retaliated in the future, they would be defenseless!

A master skilled at lurking and striking from the shadows; Gerrit Harris doesn't want to provoke him.

"Five! Four! Three..."

The pressure in the man's hand intensified, and his smile grew radiant.

He seemed not to care about life or death, lacking any hint of tension.

On the contrary, Hercules Marsh was already rolling his eyes, starting to convulse.

"Master!"

Hayden Marsh and Konrad Marsh fell to their knees, eyes filled with sorrow: "If you don't decide soon, Little Black will..."

"Hoo!" Gerrit Harris struggled greatly.

He didn't want to let go, but this was the Black Pine League, and the Marsh brothers weren't just his most favored disciples; they were also overseers of the Black Pine League.

Watching Hercules Marsh get killed would shake his authority, and once the Marsh brothers harbored resentment, dragging their feet, it would severely impact his plans.

After much contemplation, Gerrit Harris reluctantly placed his hand near the dagger, speaking: "Release..."

The words were incomplete!

Lillian Tompson suddenly opened her mouth!

A small throwing knife shot out from her mouth directly!

The blade sliced through Hercules Marsh's neck, severing his trachea and artery.

It nailed to the pillar beside Gerrit Harris.

Blood splattered!

The man in the green robe's voice dwindled pitiably: "One..."

He quickly turned his head, raising an eyebrow at Lillian Tompson, chuckling lightly: "Young lady, you... you really want to push me to my death!"

The man released his grip.

Hercules Marsh collapsed stiffly to the ground.

Already on the brink of suffocation and shock, the severe injury led directly to his death.

Under normal circumstances, a knife never threatens a Great Grandmaster.

But at this moment, Hercules Marsh had long lost his strength, reduced to a lamb awaiting slaughter.

"I made the decision for you." Lillian Tompson stared coldly at Gerrit Harris: "Release me."

"Wretch! You dare kill my brother!" Hayden Marsh immediately drew his sword, charging in fury!

"Stop!"

Gerrit Harris formed a formation with one hand, directly blocking Hayden Marsh!

"Master!"

Hayden Marsh turned back, looking at Gerrit Harris in disbelief: "What's the meaning of this? He killed my brother, your disciple!"

With his brother killed, he was solely focused on revenge!

Hayden Marsh couldn't understand his master's actions.

"Kid, she did you a huge favor." The man in green lay straight on the ground, hands under his head: "You should even thank her."

"I thank her? She killed my brother; all three of them... No, all three of you must die!" Hayden Marsh shouted furiously.

"Rubbish!" Gerrit Harris roared, pointing at Hayden Marsh: "I am still here; it's not your turn to be wild! East Sea sorcerer, take these two from the Ghost Martial Tribe down below!"

"Master!" Konrad Marsh was also a bit agitated.

"Couldn't hear my words?" After Gerrit Harris finished, the East Sea sorcerer nodded, walked over, and carried Lillian Tompson and Davion, leaving the grand hall.

"I'm curious, why doesn't Master kill you?"

When they hadn't gone far, the East Sea sorcerer asked.

Davion was equally curious.

He wanted to cast an illusion, but with snake venom in his body, he was already weakened.

Only able to wait to be slaughtered.

"Why would I tell you?" Lillian Tompson coldly responded.

"If you killed the snake charmer, wouldn't your survival chance be higher?" The East Sea sorcerer was a smart person, but even smart people have moments of confusion.

"If I killed him, I'd die. But killing Hercules Marsh allows me to live." Lillian Tompson snorted: "Your master was caught up in emotional ties, thus the dilemma. Compared to Hercules Marsh, a powerful figure means more to him. I simply helped him make the choice; he can kill me, but he cannot bear the consequences of killing me."

"Why? wouldn't it be better for my master to kill you, silencing you?" The East Sea sorcerer kicked open a room door, placing the two in the middle of the room.

"Because the blade I spit out just now has a very special material." Lillian Tompson looked into the East Sea sorcerer's eyes: "It bears Julius Reed's name; does Gerrit Harris not have to weigh it carefully?"

"Julius Reed? Since when?" Davion hurriedly asked.

"Shut up!" Lillian Tompson's attitude was harsh.

Upon hearing Julius Reed's name, the East Sea sorcerer smiled slightly, advising: "Don't argue; first, I must offend the two of you by tying you up."

After speaking, he took out a rope. While binding Lillian Tompson, he casually removed the sealing silver needle.

Lillian Tompson's complexion subtly changed.

Yet the East Sea sorcerer patted her.

Then.

He bound Davion tightly, and tied him with extra force!

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