Chapter 2600: Chapter 2600: Breaking into the Southeast
Marcellus Lopez focused all his strength into his fist; with his third punch, he must kill the True Lord of Nine Ghosts.
But he never expected that Jessica knew about this armor and its weak spot!
Even though the True Lord of Nine Ghosts was seriously injured, he still managed to quickly flip around and leap away in such an urgent situation.
Thud!
Marcellus Lopez fell onto the desert.
The armor, rarely, showed a sliver of a crack.
"Who are you?"
Marcellus Lopez got up without making a move and asked while standing where he was.
His back began to transform.
The bones inside slowly emerged.
This was not a good sign; once the armor shattered, Marcellus Lopez would no longer exist.
"Continue." The True Lord of Nine Ghosts took a deep breath and walked toward him.
He wouldn’t take those two punches for nothing.
"You’re strong and she’s quite strange." Marcellus Lopez looked at Jessica. "But I am by no means surrendering without a fight."
"Now either kill me, or become my prisoner." The True Lord of Nine Ghosts was truly furious; in this world, apart from Julius Reed, he didn’t feel anyone could challenge him.
Not even the Blood Soul Emperor could!
After all, an era had ended, and now was a new era.
In the new era, everyone starts afresh.
The Blood Soul Emperor’s knowledge and telekinesis may be powerful, but in this complex environment, strength is not determined by telekinesis alone.
Now the Blood Soul Emperor is left with only remnants of his soul and still needs Jessica’s help.
But after the True Lord of Nine Ghosts obtained Judas’s body, he became a powerhouse in this world.
Unless the Blood Soul Emperor gets his body back and has a massive amount of spiritual power to restore himself,
otherwise, he still isn’t the True Lord of Nine Ghosts’ match.
This was the confidence the True Lord of Nine Ghosts had in bringing Jessica with him.
Now, he no longer feared the Blood Soul Emperor.
Let alone a mere Marcellus Lopez in front of him!
"You know the weak spot of this armor, but do you know, this armor has been developed for other uses by me?" Marcellus Lopez smiled and suddenly opened his skeletal mouth!
Roar!
Countless souls, countless telekinesis, charged toward the True Lord of Nine Ghosts!
These were the souls trapped inside Marcellus Lopez’s armor!
They were also the telekinetic power of his skeletal soldiers!
These skeletal soldiers included not only his fallen comrades from years ago but also the martial artists who perished in the sands over the years.
The True Lord of Nine Ghosts, unprepared, was pushed back several meters by the countless souls!
Then he opened his mouth!
These souls were forcibly sucked in by him!
Back in the Nine Provinces, this was his business.
Besides the emperor’s soul, even true lords’ souls had to be governed by the True Lord of Nine Ghosts once they were dead.
"How could this be!" Marcellus Lopez was utterly shocked inside!
This was his ultimate move!
No one’s telekinesis could withstand the invasion of so many souls!
He originally used this method to deal with Julius Reed.
But now, forced by circumstances, he had to use it against the True Lord of Nine Ghosts, yet he never imagined it would result in this.
In a desperate moment, Marcellus Lopez swept through the sands and disappeared in the Taklamakan.
He knew this was his last chance!
The western man before him was a monster!
"It’s been a long time since I felt like this." The True Lord of Nine Ghosts exhaled contentedly.
This familiar feeling was wonderful.
"But unfortunately, he got away."
Looking around at the sand-filled Taklamakan, the True Lord of Nine Ghosts gave up.
No way to chase.
"Are you alright?"
At that moment, Jessica walked over.
"Don’t move!"
The True Lord of Nine Ghosts grabbed Jessica’s neck, squinting his eyes, he said, "Answer me, where do we like to rendezvous in your house!"
"You!" Jessica’s eyes softened yet were extremely fierce. "I didn’t expect you’d dare in my house... Brother, we were on the living room chair, Blood Soul is in my consciousness sea, I can’t drive him out... Nine Ghosts! You bastard! You dare..."
Jessica’s emotions kept fluctuating.
"Forget it, such a hassle."
The True Lord of Nine Ghosts pointed his finger at her forehead.
Jessica immediately fainted.
As a master of telekinesis, he directly sealed Jessica’s consciousness sea.
With the consciousness sea disconnected from the outside world, naturally, she became unconscious.
But within their consciousness, they were still awake.
"When we return to the southeast, let’s see how I deal with you." The True Lord of Nine Ghosts carried Jessica and slowly vanished into the Taklamakan.
He always felt the southeastern region wasn’t very safe.
Nelson must not be harmed.
At the same time!
Within the ruins of the former Lu family in the southeast.
A figure walked in.
Beside him lay numerous corpses, sprawled in confusion.
Some martial artists, upon seeing the newcomer, hesitated greatly, eventually choosing to watch.
This extensive building complex, with a 500-meter long wide avenue, was packed with martial artists.
Yet not a single person dared to step forward to block.
In their eyes, looking at the newcomer, there was both fear and reverence.
"Here comes Trent Marsh, bringing 300 death warriors, to visit Miss Nelson!"
Trent Marsh, bare-chested, carrying a white steel sword, lifted a wine gourd, and poured some into his mouth.
"Trent Marsh! The War God Trent Marsh? The guy who massacred the martial arts world last year?"
"It’s him! I submitted to him back in the day, and saw those disobedient ones exterminated!"
"The War God Trent Marsh is here! We better not meddle; some matters aren’t for us to handle."
The martial artists aligned with Nelson all chose to stand by idly.
It wasn’t that they didn’t want to intervene, but the newcomer was too formidable!
The renowned War God Trent Marsh!
Moreover, Trent Marsh mentioned there were 300 death warriors outside!
What does that mean?
The whole world knows the prowess of Silvio Reed’s guards.
With Trent Marsh and these 300 death warriors, it’s not impossible to wipe them all out.
After all, Nelson’s place was merely a loose alliance, not worth sacrificing their lives for.
Plus, many had witnessed Trent Marsh’s methods with their own eyes last year, leaving them inherently terrified.
"Where is that swordsman? The one by Miss Nelson’s side?"
"Not sure, even Lord Mende is missing! This is bad; none of the experts are here!"
The martial artists, with fear in their eyes, split to the sides as they saw Trent Marsh approaching.
"Trent Marsh is here to pay a visit!"
Trent Marsh shouted again.
He knew there were no experts here.
It wasn’t that he intended to act dishonorably, but he learned all this from Julius Reed.
There is no deception in war.
"Trent Marsh? The War God Trent Marsh?"
Nelson slowly emerged from the hall.
Alone.
"Heh, where’s your husband? Those experts?"
Trent Marsh looked around with disdain and asked, "I don’t want to bully a woman today."
"He’s not here, but have you thought about why he isn’t?" Nelson said expressionlessly.
"He doesn’t love you? Or did he leave for another woman, abandoning you?" Trent Marsh’s lips curled slightly.
Even Dragon Dance wasn’t here, there was no threat here.
"Letting your woman endure all this, not very manly, huh?" Trent Marsh put away the wine gourd.
"That’s because, to deal with you, I have absolutely no problem." Nelson extended her hand.
Whoosh!
A longsword leapt out of its scabbard directly into her hand.
