Grave of the Nine Provinces.

This is a place meant for the dead.

But inside, sits a group of living people.

Silvio Reed sat on the gilded dragon chair, eyes closed, lost in thought about something.

In front of him, stands a group of people.

This is the grand hall for the burial accompaniment, meticulously arranged according to the proportion of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

Except for some differences in materials, many things are identical.

The surrounding burial items were set aside, leaving space for people to stand.

"Trent Marsh... how many days has he been missing?" Silvio Reed slightly opened his eyes and asked.

"This place for the dead, ultimately carries a sinister aura. It’s still my Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s grand hall that’s spacious, and I wonder when we can return there."

He stood up, stretched lazily, and spoke softly.

"Lord Lee Four, Trent Marsh has been missing for four days. During these four days, our people have searched everywhere, but there’s no trace of him."

Kintsugi spoke: "We’ve searched the places you mentioned. There’s absolutely no news, and your guards haven’t seen him either."

"Oh? It seems Trent Marsh really can’t be relied upon anymore." Silvio Reed said with a faint smile: "What a pity, someone I held in such high regard can’t be used by me after all."

He frowned slightly, pacing the grand hall constantly, his right hand gently rubbing the ring.

"Trent Marsh is just a scoundrel."

Someone cursed.

"Not necessarily." Silvio Reed waved his hand and said: "Trent Marsh is a person with his own beliefs. We couldn’t directly buy him, but we could use him. However, now he might not trust us anymore."

"Shall we find someone to take him out?" Kintsugi asked cautiously.

"Trent Marsh isn’t that easy to deal with. Nevertheless, since we can’t use him, we’ll have to take action ourselves." Silvio Reed chuckled, not at all angry at Trent Marsh’s betrayal.

"Iwan Martinez." Silvio Reed extended his hand, pointing at a tangled-haired martial artist standing in front of him, "Take care of this matter."

"As you command!"

Iwan Martinez’s black hair hung loosely over his face, preventing anyone from seeing his features clearly.

"If you encounter Trent Marsh on the way..." he hesitated.

"Anyone against me, even if among those present, kill at will." Silvio Reed waved his hand: "Go now, speed is of essence. Lately, I’ve been sensing an evil wind blowing through the martial arts world. Oh, right."

"What are your instructions, Lord Lee Four!" Iwan Martinez clasped his hands, voice low and hoarse.

"I hear there’s a martial arts event organized by the Lu family in the southeast?" Silvio Reed frowned: "Head over there and kill a few people. We need to let some know who calls the shots in this world."

"But doing so won’t that expose the fact that you’re not dead?" Iwan Martinez questioned in confusion.

Long Dance firmly believes Silvio Reed is dead.

If Iwan Martinez creates chaos in Lu’s name, wouldn’t that reveal Silvio Reed is alive to everyone?

"My disciple won’t let me live in peace. Besides Long Dance, who else would think I’m dead?" Silvio Reed chuckled: "Go ahead, those people from back then are already dead. The purpose of my feigning death has been fulfilled, no need to hide anymore. But now is still not the time for me to emerge."

"Understood." Iwan Martinez turned and left.

The grand hall fell silent once more.

"Kintsugi, go find out where my dear disciple is? He’s accompanied by Night Fairy, who excels in disguise." Silvio Reed pointed at Kintsugi.

"Earlier, I heard that Julius Reed appeared at Sweatblood Ridge and severely injured the western church members. Recently, the martial arts circles have been abuzz with tales of your mighty prowess, Lord Lee Four, and your immense reputation. I guess..." Kintsugi hesitated.

"Haha, this is truly intriguing." Silvio Reed nodded: "Go, find him. Be cautious, help me probe how strong this disciple really is now. Remember, bring the mad dog along."

After speaking, Silvio Reed turned around and walked to a cage.

Inside the cage, there was a person.

This person was bare naked, wearing nothing.

His build was lean, but his eyes contained intense murderous intent.

A chain hung around his neck, his hair disheveled, filthy.

"Silvio Reed, aren’t you planning to release me?" The man suddenly spoke.

"Release? Why would I release you?" Silvio Reed crouched down, patting the man’s face, smiling: "You’re an ancient martial artist, claiming to be the True Monarch of the Five Elements. If I let you go, wouldn’t you hunt me down?"

"Besides, where else can I find such a powerful henchman like you?"

Upon hearing this, the man’s gaze darkened, but soon he furiously struggled!

But the chain bound him tightly, rendering him unable to move!

"What use is being an ancient mighty one? In the end, it all boils down to being my dog, Silvio Reed’s dog."

Silvio Reed stood up, the smile on his face slowly disappearing: "Don’t bring your past antics here, I won’t indulge you. Ancient times? Heh, whether it’s the ancients or the future, I’ll be the world’s number one!"

He slightly gritted his teeth, eyes exceptionally resolute!

"This time, help me deal with someone. Even if unable to kill, as long as severely injured, I’ll allow you half a year of freedom."

Silvio Reed looked down at the man on the ground, asking: "True Monarch of the Five Elements, think it over."

"If within half a year, you manage to kill me, you’ll truly gain freedom."

"In our cooperation, I’ve always kept my word."

After a moment of silence.

The man spoke quietly: "Alright."

"That’s swift, truly worthy of being an ancient mighty one, disdain even to ask who the opponent is." Silvio Reed clapped his hands, looking at Kintsugi: "Take him along to meet my disciple."

Kintsugi nodded, swiftly tugging the chain, pulling the True Monarch of the Five Elements out of the cage.

"Haha, who would have thought that I, the True Monarch of the Five Elements, would end up like this..." The man laughed self-deprecatingly, woodenly following Kintsugi outside.

Southeast.

Three hundred miles outside Lu family manor.

A towering gate, painted with vermilion.

Boasting an imposing presence.

A thirty-meter tall, twenty-meter wide stone gate had ten corpses hanging from it!

Among them, one corpse had a cloth strip hanging at its feet.

’Believe in God, go to hell.’

"Look, these are all church members, dead, bodies hanging here!"

"Who did this? Wasn’t the church supposed to have disappeared long ago, why have they emerged again?"

"Rumor has it, it’s Silvio Reed’s doing!"

To reach the Lu family in the southeast, this is the path that must be taken.

Many martial artists, upon seeing the bodies above, felt deeply terrified.

"Keep your voices down, don’t let anyone hear."

After taking a glance, they quickly left.

Some church members wished to retrieve their companions’ bodies, but received the archbishop’s command, no one dare expose, hence they could only suppress their anger.

In the crowd, a black-haired man carrying a sword happened to pass by.

On his sword, two words were inscribed.

Iwan Martinez.

This sword stood out dramatically, unlike ordinary weapons, this sword was crafted from wood.

"Are you Iwan Martinez?"

Suddenly, a figure blocked Iwan Martinez’s path.