They all call me Great Master

A faint voice, flowers bloomed in all colors.

As Arthur raised his palm, blossoms appeared at his feet, their delicate petals instantly dispersing the bleakness of early autumn, bringing everyone in the caravan back to the sense of spring with their rich fragrance.

But soon, the people in the caravan sensed that something was amiss!

Because—

Bones!

Below these flowers, bones were abundant.

Not a trace of flesh, just ghastly pale bones.

At a glance, there were dozens of them.

Even though the people of the caravan were experienced, they couldn't help but clench their teeth to keep from crying out in alarm.

It wasn't that their minds weren't sturdy enough; the contrast was just too stark.

A moment ago, it had been like a gentle spring breeze with an overflow of floral scents.

The next moment, it was a chilling scene of white bones, filled with death qi.

In an instant, everyone recalled the phrase Arthur had just spoken—

'A swordsmanship filled with pure intent to kill and death!'

At this moment, their understanding of 'death' grew profoundly deeper.

However, the scouts from various powers suffered even more.

First, they were summoned; then, the sudden appearance of flowers baffled them.

The ensuing sight of bones caused many to scream in horror.

Mr. Bernice's butler swept his fierce gaze over those subordinates who were crying out and finally, a hint of helplessness appeared on his face.

For the sake of secrecy, he couldn't employ solely the elite members of the Bernice family; he had to accompany them with some hired ones.

Clearly, those hired had greatly boasted of their abilities.

But when confronted with actual danger, they were utterly useless.

The butler quietly made a hand signal, and immediately five elites from the Bernice family formed a small team to reconnoiter.

The remaining members picked up shields and moved closer to the butler.

Meanwhile, the butler turned around and cast his gaze towards a man in a long robe who had been standing behind him.

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The butler first bowed, then asked with utmost respect.

"Hmm!"

The man, clearly a Mystic Side Person, nodded his head arrogantly and then began to murmur.

The Bernice family's butler was used to the arrogance of this Mystic Side Person.

This 'Master Bolbinton' was someone his master, Mr. Bernice, had hired with a huge sum of money and under an impossible condition, paying an unimaginable price after something unfortunate had befallen the Bernice family; unlike the previous Mystic Side Persons supported by the family.

This master was a true 'Arcana Level'.

In South Los, he might not be well-known, but in the Nearshore Islands, he was famously known as 'Stormcaller'.

If it weren't for this mission that required secrecy and was extremely important, such a master would never be following him.

Thus, the old butler never once panicked.

Compared to the calm Bernice butler, the current heirs of Coste Commerce and Emmond Commerce, seeing the flowers intermingled with white bones, smelling the intense fragrance, felt their throats dry out and their brains went into shutdown mode.

These two were not the original rightful heirs of their respective commerce companies.

They had taken their positions only after the other heirs had either died or disappeared, having never seen such a scene before.

Behind their masks, their faces had already turned deathly pale, the heir from Emmond Commerce particularly trembling as he shouted.

"R-retreat!"

Nevertheless, no one paid any attention to this heir anymore.

Everyone's eyes turned towards what appeared in front of the 'Stormcaller' Bolbinton—as complex Glyphic Language formed, a round mirror appeared there.

In the mirror, Arthur stood among the flowers, raising his right hand high while slowly saying.

"Song of Death. Flower Sky Mad Bone—"

His voice was steady and his expression indifferent, but witnessing this scene, 'Stormcaller' Bolbinton was sweating profusely.

Because, in Bolbinton's perception, a dense death qi was rising from the field of flowers, surging towards the legendary Arthur Kredos.

No!

Not rising!

It was erupting!

Such intense death qi couldn't be described merely as rising; it was erupting!

Only an eruption, like that of a volcano, could truly depict the amount of death qi he was sensing at that moment!

Vast and dense Death Qi surged into the sky, instantly causing countless flowers to wilt and wither, leaving only yellowed, dried wild grass.

Bleak, desolate, and deathly silent.

It seemed as though the entire world was marching toward death.

Witnessing this scene, the 'Stormcaller,' Bolbinton's eyelids twitched violently.

"'Entrant!'"

"A true 'Entrant!'"

After crying out in alarm, Bolbinton turned and ran.

Before this, Bolbinton had been doubting the authenticity of the rumors about Arthur Kredos being an 'Entrant,' but at this moment,

no more!

Never again!

Who else, besides an 'Entrant,' could possess such might?

Who else, besides an 'Entrant,' could drive a piece of the world toward death?

Arthur Kredos was not just an 'Entrant,' but perhaps he was infinitely close to the 'God Ascension Steps.'

Even, he might have already touched those 'God Ascension Steps'!

Thinking this, the 'Stormcaller' Bolbinton ran even faster.

Countless life-preserving and escape secret techniques were frantically cast.

Living on the Nearshore Islands, Bolbinton was more straightforward than the Mystic Side Person from South Los. He knew very well, if he did not use them now, by the time Lord Kredos's swordsmanship truly unfolded, there would be no need to use them at all.

As for overdrawing?

It did not matter—surviving first was what counted!

Being alive meant having everything!

Death meant an end to all troubles!

The scouts forming a makeshift army watched agape as their strongest member turned into a gust of wind, closely hugging the ground, fleeing into the distance.

Especially the Bernice family's butler, who was dumbstruck.

This butler watched the scene in disbelief.

He could hardly believe that the 'Stormcaller,' Bolbinton, known for his formidable reputation on the Nearshore Islands, would flee without a fight!

This dishonorable conduct infuriated the butler.

"Bastard, you..."

Angry curses filled the air.

But they came to an abrupt end soon after.

Because Arthur's raised arm fell.

As it descended, the arm did not speed up, nor did it slash down harshly; it merely swept gently across—

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Hum!

A forty-meter crescent Sword Qi, carrying boundless sharpness, shot forth over a hundred meters ahead.

Wild grass, dry trees, bizarre rocks.

Longswords, firearms, armor.

At that moment, all were split in two.

The young 'Spirit Medium' slowly lowered his hand, his voice growing softer.

"Sever!"

Uttering that final word, the young 'Spirit Medium' turned away directly.

Behind him, the cleaved wild grass, dry trees, and bizarre rocks fell, and so did the longswords, firearms, and armor.

That naturally included the people wielding longswords and firearms, wearing armor.

The crimson seeped and gathered among the flesh.

Then came—

Puh, puh puh!.

One blood fountain after another burst forth.

In just an instant, crimson filled the world, like vibrant flowers blooming anew in the wilderness, yet devoid of any scent, filled only with countless groans and screams.

Ghastly, yet filled with a bizarre sense of beauty.

It made one's scalp tingle and raised the hairs on one's back.

At this moment, the people in the caravan collectively inhaled a breath of cold air.

Hiss!