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.

Therefore, he moved according to his memory to the center of the valley where

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

six men in red robes and

you? Where are the four other Protector Elders?” The bloody cloud behind the Son of

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

six Protector Elders bowed

the Protector Elders disappeared, leaving the Son of Cruor alone in the Cruor

looked to be in his late thirties to early forties, in reality, he was

the hall. Soon, a panicking figure rushed in and shouted, “Master, it is bad! The Protector Elders are all dead!

Son of Cruor turned around. At the same time, the bloody

few more decades. At this moment, he kneeled on the cold floor with a panicked expression. “Master, all

trash!” The Son of Cruor slapped his