The tavern, packed with martial artists, was filled with an eerie atmosphere.

Almost every martial artist had a puzzled thought in their mind.

How could this small tavern be a place full of hidden talents?

The people coming out of it were all more impressive than the last.

Take, for instance, that young man who killed without a trace; these martial artists had never heard of him, let alone seen him.

And then there was the man who turned wine to ice, a truly formidable character.

Yet such an impressive figure was killed by a blind man.

Could someone even more formidable appear next?

They felt this trip was highly worthwhile.

But this martial arts world seems to be changing too drastically.

Many Great Grandmasters came with arrogance, believing as Great Grandmasters, they would be respected everywhere.

Yet along the way, they encountered more and more Great Grandmasters.

It truly became a case of masters being as numerous as dogs, Great Grandmasters everywhere.

This made many martial arts sects suddenly realize that secretly, there were many sects blending into the shadows.

Now, the world is changing drastically, these sects are becoming active.

And today these few people, besides the four who claimed to be masters of the Church, the remaining two young ones probably belonged to hidden sects!

These people don’t usually appear; only when major events happen do they emerge.

It is predictable: the upcoming martial arts world will become increasingly lively!

Daring individuals approached Julius Reed, holding wine cups with smiles on their faces, and asked, "May I ask, to which sect do you belong? The martial arts world is fortunate to have extraordinary figures like you in the Nine Provinces!"

"Indeed, those foreign devils were arrogant just now. If it weren’t for skilled individuals like you two, the face of our Nine Provinces would truly have been trampled!"

The martial artists, seeing they were all Easterners, gathered around and got closer.

Hoping to learn some insider information.

"The world is one family, we are all relatives. When someone bullies our brothers, it’s our duty to step forward," Julius Reed raised his wine cup and clinked glasses with those present, "We, as men, should follow the example of Lord Lee Four!"

After speaking, he drank it all in one go!

These simple words, however, sounded completely different to those around him.

"Oh my, turns out you are disciples of Lord Lee Four?"

"Recently in the martial arts world, rumors abound about Lord Lee Four, whose followers fight evil and spread goodness, each skilled in their own right!"

"To the two of you, let’s toast to Lord Lee Four!"

The martial artists raised their cups, drinking excitedly.

The martial arts world is full of news; the most talked about recently is naturally Lord Lee Four.

Some say Lord Lee Four was once the Great Patriarch of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, controlling the Nine Provinces.

Others say Lord Lee Four’s subordinates are kind and exceptionally skilled, committed to defending the Nine Provinces and upholding justice everywhere.

Now they encountered the legendary disciples of Lord Lee Four, naturally very excited.

"Just a duty. Lord Lee Four has always taught us to keep the world in mind." Julius Reed nodded, poured another cup of wine, and raised it high, "To the Nine Provinces!"

In the crowd, a disguised Western martial artist saw this scene and quietly left.

He went to a deserted place, took out his phone, and made a call.

"Kaiser and the four Church apostles have all been killed." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"It’s said that the perpetrators are people of Lord Lee Four. Two have appeared, both highly skilled."

"I’ll continue to track them, understood."

Before he could hang up the phone, the martial artist exclaimed in shock: "You..."

Crack!

The True Lord of Nine Abyss twisted his neck, took the phone, and said with a slight tone: "The Church scum, as Lord Lee Four said, whenever we see you, we kill."

Bang!

He crushed the phone, let go, and let the shards fall to the ground.

Hundreds of miles away.

A Church apostle wearing a red robe suddenly stood up, flipping the table in front of him!

The food and drinks scattered all over the floor.

His unusual action made the surrounding quickly quiet down.

"Leva, what’s wrong?"

Someone asked curiously.

They were in a hotel suite, surrounded by their own people.

Originally gathering here, they called a few girls as well, drinking, eating meat, enjoying the beauty of the world.

Now, Leva suddenly flipped the table, everyone guessed something significant might have happened.

"Kaiser’s four-man team has been killed." Leva punched the wall, gritting his teeth, "Again by Lord Lee Four’s followers!"

"What!"

Upon hearing this news, the Church apostles’ faces changed dramatically.

"Kaiser’s four-man team, all dead?"

"How is this possible? They are top masters of the Church, especially Kaiser, ranked 20th among the Church’s unparalleled experts! The four together have extremely formidable combat capabilities!"

"Could they have exposed their whereabouts and been surrounded by a large force arranged by Lee Four?"

The apostles were very surprised.

This news was unsettling.

"How many were there? Our whereabouts are concealed, cannot be exposed. A thousand people?"

"Surely, Lee Four didn’t send two or three thousand against them four? Logically our confidentiality is good; they should have chanced upon each other."

Everyone wanted an answer.

Kaiser’s death was too shocking.

He was ranked 20th among the Church’s experts; in this private room, only Leva’s abilities were above Kaiser’s.

Which means, if they really encountered that group, they could all die.

"Kaiser was roughly a hundred miles from us. If his whereabouts were truly exposed, wouldn’t we be in danger as well?"

Everyone was concerned about the strength of that group of people.

"According to reports from my spies, there are only two of them, young people..." Leva sighed, closed his eyes.

After he finished speaking, the surroundings fell into a deadly silence.

Each apostle of the Church looked at the eyes of others and saw disbelief.

After a while, someone finally spoke: "Two people? And young ones? Could it be wrong?"

"It couldn’t be wrong, and after reporting this, the spy was also killed." Leva kept muttering, evidently just as unable to accept this fact.

"Better send someone to investigate further. There were so many people at the tavern, discovering the truth is quite simple."

Leva took out a cigar, given to him by the Archbishop when he left.

"You, send someone to catch a tongue." He lit the lighter, took a puff of the cigar.

Half an hour later.

A Church apostle carried a burlap sack back to the private room.

"Were you followed on the way?" Leva asked cautiously.

"No, it’s perfectly safe." The apostle carrying the sack grinned, tossed the sack to the ground, releasing the person inside it.

"Please...don’t kill me..." Inside the sack was a middle-aged martial artist, looking scared, with eyes full of uncontrollable fear.

Seeing Leva and the others, he seemed to realize something, and hastily explained: "It really wasn’t me, I know nothing, and don’t know those two people!"

"There really were only two?" Leva squatted, smiling at him, "As long as you answer honestly, we won’t hurt you."