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Chapter 1081 Ten Thousand Martial Hall Disciples

Chapter 1081 Ten Thousand Martial Hall Disciples

These people, each one exuded a chilling aura, as if they were evil spirits crawling out from the depths of hell. "Are you ready?" "Are you ready?" "Are you ready?" "Very well!" Devil's Frown nodded in satisfaction. "Since everyone is prepared, in this battle, we must eliminate Chris and retrieve the Dragon Emblem remnants!" "Eliminate Chris! Retrieve the Dragon Emblem remnants!" Thousands of Ghost Sect disciples roared in unison. After the failure at the Guardian Michael Martial Conference, there was only one path before Devil's Frown-leading all the forces of Ghost Sect to launch a desperate attack on East Coast to kill Chris! Then, they could take back the Dragon Emblem remnants from Chris's hands, fulfilling the task given to him by Hall of Death Lord Jenson!

"Let's go!" Devil's Frown waved his hand. Thousands of Ghost Sect disciples marched fiercely toward the East Coast city area. At this moment, the Chief Guardian asked, "Branch Head, how should Guardian Michael be handled?" Devil's Frown glanced at the bound Guardian Michael in the corner with disdain and said, "Send two people to watch him. After I've killed Chris, I'll settle the score with him!" "Yes!" The Chief Guardian arranged some Ghost Sect disciples to guard Guardian Michael. After all, Guardian Michael was already injured and couldn't stir up any waves!

Soon, Devil's Frown and his followers left in a grand manner. Seeing their departing figures, Guardian Michael couldn't help but sigh. He didn't know if this time Devil's Frown and the others would be victorious or defeated. If Ghost Sect won, he was undoubtedly doomed! If Ghost Sect failed, then... For a moment, a glimmer of hope appeared in Guardian Michael's eyes!

In the blink of an eye, a dark cloud loomed over the city, and the entire East Coast fell into a strange silence. Streets and alleys were deserted, devoid of any people, pedestrians, or vehicles.

Devil's Frown, leading thousands of Ghost Sect disciples, felt something was amiss as they walked along the road. Nevertheless, he had no way back. Since they had come to East Coast, he had only one goal-killing Chris and taking back the Dragon Emblem remnants!

Upon arriving at the Martial Hall, they saw Chris sitting alone at the entrance with a chair in front of him and a tea table with a teapot and several cups. Smoke rose gently, and the fragrance of tea filled the air, creating a tranquil scene.

"Chris!" Devil's Frown squinted at Chris, alertly scanning the surroundings for any ambush. He hadn't expected Chris to be alone here. Seeing Chris, Devil's Frown immediately sensed something familiar about him. This was the Hall of Death's first envoy, with whom he had crossed paths a few times before! He hadn't expected that the leader of Ghost Sect was actually the first envoy of the Hall of Death! This realization made Chris inwardly cautious. It seemed that the strength of the Hall of Death was even greater than he had imagined. Otherwise, how could the esteemed leader of Ghost Sect willingly submit to someone else?

"Heh!" Faced with Chris's mocking tone, Devil's Frown chuckled lightly. "It doesn't matter what you call me. I truly didn't expect that you would know I was coming!" Since arriving in East Coast, he had remained hidden, trying to be as discreet as possible. But now it seemed that Chris had known of his arrival long before. This made Devil's Frown realize that Chris's strength was not to be underestimated!

"Tch!" Chris sneered. "You may think you're clever, sending Guardian Michael to compete in the Martial Conference, but I know exactly what game you're playing. You think you're smart, sending Ghost Sect disciples in batches. However, you've forgotten that East Coast is my territory. From the moment you entered East Coast, you were under my surveillance, and I knew your every move!"

"Oh?" "Is that so?" Upon hearing this, Devil's Frown smiled lightly, but inside, he felt nervous. He hadn't expected that all his actions were under Chris's control.

"Hmph!" Chris continued disdainfully. "Originally, I organized this Martial Conference to lure out the Hall of Death Lord Jenson, but unexpectedly, you, a nobody, showed up instead!" With a faint smile, he added, "It doesn't matter. Since you're here, why don't I brew a cup of tea for you?"

"No need, I can't stand your tea!" Devil's Frown rejected Chris's invitation outright and continued, "The Hall of Death Lord Jenson holds a noble position. It's not something someone like you could lay eyes on." "Is that so?" Chris said lightly. "The Hall of Death Lord Jenson really puts on airs. I wonder if he'll show himself after I kill you."

"Kill me? Just you, against me?" Devil's Frown sneered. "Look behind me-thousands of Ghost Sect disciples. To kill you today, I've brought the entire might of Ghost Sect!"

Faced with Devil's Frown's mockery, Chris remained silent. Instead, he clapped his hands lightly and said, "Come out!"

Clatter, clatter, clatter... Instantly, countless footsteps sounded from all directions. Figures emerged one after another: a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand... A mass of ten thousand Martial Hall disciples surged forth like an overwhelming tide, completely encircling the thousands of Ghost Sect disciples!

So many people, seen from above, looked like ants, densely packed and unimaginable. In just a few days, Chris had developed Martial Hall into a force of ten thousand people! Seeing this, Devil's Frown could no longer conceal his astonishment. He hadn't expected that Chris had secretly prepared so many people. It seemed that this time, he had miscalculated!

Chris looked at Devil's Frown's grim expression and sneered, "How about that? Do I have enough people?"

"Chris, even if you have many people, what of it?" Devil's Frown roared, "Each of my Ghost Sect disciples is a match for a hundred. You lot are nothing but a bunch of weaklings, utterly insignificant in front of my Ghost Sect!"

Devil's Frown indeed had the confidence to back his words. Every one of the thousands of disciples he had brought was at the level of a grandmaster or higher. What were mere ten thousand people to them? Even if it were a million, he wouldn't be afraid! sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Is that so?" Chris coldly chuckled. He took a sip of tea, then uttered a sentence: "Those who kill the Ghost Sect branch head can view the Dragon Emblem remnants for three days."

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