The Mighty Dragon Warrior

Silence followed. Jacob saw the two middle-aged men turn deadly still before snatching a long blood-red sword from one of them.

The long sword was about two feet three inches long and covered in blood-colored cloud patterns. Its hilt was made of white bones, and the blade could capture souls. Furthermore, the long sword emitted a pungent stench of blood.

“Hmph, using an evil weapon will only dirty one’s hands.” Jacob’s eyes turned cold as he tossed the long sword.

The long sword looked like a thin red line as it flew in the air. It pierced through two large trees and nailed a young man’s forehead to a tree.

Jacob observed the dead young man for a while and saw that he remained lifeless. Thus, Jacob nodded secretly. It seems not every follower of the Cruor Sect has the ability to revive themselves from the dead.

Then, Jacob looked down from the sky at the valley where a bluestone temple stood in the center. He could hear the sounds of fighting and screams everywhere.

Meanwhile, clouds floated in the sky, and mists surrounded the valley, oblivious to the rising murderous energy.

here. Therefore, he moved according to his memory to

Cruor, the head of the Cruor Sect, stood under a blood red and hideous statue of seven meters high

and six men in red robes and bloody eyes appeared from

six of you? Where are the four other Protector Elders?” The

eyes flashed with a bloody glare. “You have thirty minutes. Wipe out all

Protector Elders bowed and

disappeared, leaving the Son of

to early forties, in reality, he was seventy-two years old. He looked up

hall. Soon, a panicking figure rushed in and shouted, “Master, it is bad! The

the same time, the bloody cloud behind his head contracted as he said,

Sect in a few more decades. At this moment, he kneeled on the cold floor with a panicked expression.

The Son of Cruor slapped his