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Chapter 1083 Ghost Sect Annihilation
Chapter 1083 Ghost Sect Annihilation
Chapter 1083 Ghost Sect Annihilation
"Attack!"
No reminder was needed. Tens of thousands of Martial Hall disciples, gritting their teeth, sneering,
brandishing their weapons, charged towards the Ghost Sect disciples.
In an instant, the battle intensified! All the Martial Hall disciples knew that once they joined Martial Hall,
they had no choice but to obey Chris's orders. For if they betrayed Martial Hall, death was their only
fate. The corpses of the thousands of defectors served as the most potent proof.
Seeing this, Tiger sneered. "These deserters, these traitors, are not worth pitying!" Meanwhile, Chris
calmly poured himself a cup of tea, the fragrance lingering in the air. In truth, these outcomes were
within his expectations. Among the diverse group of disciples who joined Martial Hall, some turning
traitor was expected. Chris's task was to purge these turncoats, leaving behind only the elite, the loyal.
Meanwhile, Devil's Frown's expression turned incredibly grim. He suddenly realized that the Martial
Hall disciples, with no retreat left, had become even more ferocious, ready to trade their lives for their
cause, even in death, taking chunks of flesh from their opponents.
The casualties among the Ghost Sect disciples became severe. If this continued, his disciples would be
annihilated! If that were to happen, the price would be unbearable!
With this thought, Devil's Frown suddenly turned his gaze towards Chris. There's a saying, "Catch the
ringleader first!" Only by killing Chris could the Ghost Sect break free from the current predicament.
"Chris, today we settle this with a fight to the death! I will kill you and seize all the Dragon Emblem
fragments on you!" With a roar, Devil's Frown looked at Chris with infinite killing intent. Terrifying
murderous aura burst forth from him.
At the same time, a blur streaked past. Devil's Frown, wielding the Ghost Head Blade, lunged towards
Chris. His speed was as fast as lightning, his momentum earth-shattering. Wherever he went, chaos
followed, showing his extraordinary strength.
Meanwhile, Chris remained calm, still savoring his tea, seemingly enjoying himself to the fullest. This
further stoked Devil's Frown's anger. As the branch head of Ghost Sect, the first envoy of the Hall of
Death, no one had ever dared to disrespect him like this. It was simply too much!
"Chris, you are too arrogant! Die!" With a shout, Devil's Frown exerted all his strength. The chilling This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
Ghost Head Blade was about to strike.
"This tea is excellent, but someone has disturbed my enjoyment, deserving nothing but death!"
Suddenly, Chris set down his teacup. Clang! A Dragon Spring Sword appeared in Chris's hand. "Die!"
he bellowed. Chris transformed into a divine dragon, wielding the Dragon Spring Sword, confronting
Devil's Frown.
Chris shone like a scorching sun, radiating countless rays of light. Simultaneously, the Dragon Spring
Sword emitted thousands of sword gleams. Devil's Frown's face instantly changed. He continuously
wielded the Ghost Head Blade to fend off the sword glints.
Chris's lips suddenly curved into a sinister smile, causing Devil's Frown's heart to skip a beat. He had a
sudden, inexplicable sense of impending doom.
In a flash, before anyone could comprehend what Chris had done, a swift, cold light flashed. The next
moment, a hand holding the Ghost Head Blade flew into the air, blood spurting. "Ah!" Devil's Frown let
out a heart-wrenching scream, disbelief filling his eyes.
It's important to note that during their previous encounter on Star Island, Chris was slightly inferior. One
could say it was a six-four split in terms of their performance. But in just a short time, how had Chris
advanced to the point of severing his arm with a single move? It was terrifying! What martial talent! In
just a few days, Chris had improved by leaps and bounds, something unimaginable.
Without even thinking, a subconscious sense of retreat arose in Devil's Frown. "Chris, I never expected
to be defeated by you in the end. But it won't be so easy for you to kill me!" With these words, Devil's
Frown turned and fled. His speed was extraordinary, vanishing in an instant.
For Chris, Devil's Frown was nothing more than a minor character. The real big boss lurked behind the
scenes, in the form of the Hall ofDeath Lord Jenson.
In no time, Tiger stepped forward, respectfully reporting, "Boss, apart from the escape of Ghost Sect
branch head and Ghost Sect Chief Guardian, the rest of the Ghost Sect disciples have been slain! In
this battle, we lost 50, 000!" Losing 50, 000 out of 100, 000 Martial Hall disciples was indeed a
tremendous loss in terms of numbers. However, Chris knew that the remaining 50, 000, after
experiencing this brutal battle, would undergo a transformation. In the days to come, they would
become the backbone of the Martial Hall. Most importantly, after this battle, those who had naively
sought to take advantage of Martial Hall would now fully grasp the reality: once they joined Martial Hall,
there was no turning back. They either followed the rules or faced death! Content of Draмąոovels.com
Chris stood up and surveyed all the Martial Hall disciples. Each one of them had suffered more or less
from the brutal fighting. Their clothes were stained with blood, giving them a disheveled appearance.
Yet, their eyes were sharper than before, exuding a fierce and resolute air. This was something
unprecedented!
Boom! This announcement stunned everyone present.