Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Chapter 601: Rumors of the Immortal Slaying Sect_1

Dudley Lynch’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It seemed that he was not joining the Capital City Martial Arts Association, but rather becoming a scapegoat for them.

“You don’t have the qualifications to back out now,” said Jordan Richards coldly.

Changing his tone, Jordan Richards chuckled and said: “Of course, the Capital City Martial Arts Association will ensure the best resources for you.”

Dudley Lynch’s eyes were momentarily lost, a black light flashed from his eyeballs, and his expression changed suddenly afterward.

Grinning, he said maliciously: “Fine… I’ll agree to it then…”

Jordan Richards frowned, feeling that something was not quite right, but he didn’t think too much about it and just nodded his head.

Under the leadership of Jordan Richards, the group went down the river.

A dozen or so people passed through the sea’s surface and quickly arrived below the island.

Looking at the inner core attached to the bottom of the island, everyone was shocked for a moment.

“This is… the inner core!” Dominic Taylor’s pupils constricted, his eyes bursting with excitement.

Even Jordan Richards was astonished; he didn’t expect that there would be so many inner cores under the island!

“It’s no wonder they are from the Capital City Martial Arts Association. Even if we pursue these resources all our lives, we might not be able to achieve them,” said someone in a low voice.

Some people were even so excited that they charged up unthinkingly.

Jordan Richards stood back and looked at the inner cores in front of him.

Quickly, he discovered the entrance to the Immortal Slaying Sect.

“Immortal Slaying Sect… it’s really here,” said Jordan Richards coldly.

He waved his hand and said coldly: “Listen to my command, everyone! Break into the Immortal Slaying Sect with me!”

Upon hearing Jordan Richards’ words, the crowd saw the entrance to the Immortal Slaying Sect.

“Immortal Slaying Sect? What kind of sect is this? Why have I never heard of it?” people said as they looked at the impressive plaque.

“This sect probably existed for many years.”

Jordan Richards looked at everyone, coldly saying, “The Immortal Slaying Sect is a sect from ten thousand years ago. Its dangers are unimaginable. If you don’t want to die, follow me closely!”

Having said that, Jordan Richards took the lead and entered the gate.

Even Jordan Richards was cautious. As for the Immortal Slaying Sect, he had read the related information in the Capital City Martial Arts Association, so he knew more about it than the others did.

Everyone followed behind Jordan Richards, cautiously approaching the entrance.

Jordan Richards activated his Inner Strength and gently pushed the gate open.

His face had a touch of horror, seeming to be afraid of disturbing something.

Ethan Smith noticed something unusual within the Immortal Slaying Sect.

“Someone is coming,” Ethan Smith frowned slightly.

The only people who could visit such a place were probably Jordan Richards and his party.

Ethan Smith glanced down at the bracelets on his hand.

The bracelets showed no signs of loosening.

“If they find me, I’m afraid there’s no chance of survival,” Ethan Smith whispered, his face turning a shade paler.

At this moment, Ethan Smith’s eyes narrowed, as if thinking of something.

Ethan Smith quickly walked to the Chair of the Sect leader in front of the Great Hall and sat down, back facing the entrance.

“I hope they don’t discover me,” Ethan Smith thought to himself.

It took Jordan Richards quite a while to finally push open the gate.

He was drenched in sweat, and even as a mid-term Military Marquis, Jordan Richards was still very cautious about the Immortal Slaying Sect.

“What a close call,” Jordan Richards said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Dominic Taylor, who was nearby, couldn’t help but ask: “Captain Richards, what is the background of this Immortal Slaying Sect? Why are you so tense?”

Jordan Richards glanced at Dominic Taylor and said coldly: “According to the information, this Immortal Slaying Sect was once the top sect in the world, with tens of thousands of disciples.”

“The top sect in the world?” Hearing this, the crowd was somewhat surprised.

Jordan Richards nodded and said, “It was the top sect ten thousand years ago. The cultivation environment back then was very different from the present.”

“They say that every disciple of the Immortal Slaying Sect was a mighty realm cultivator, and their Sect lord was even more unfathomable.”

Hearing Jordan Richards’ words, everyone was shocked and described.

An ordinary member of the sect was a mighty realm cultivator? What kind of sect would dare to call itself the Immortal Slaying Sect!

“In the case of a once-prosperous sect like this, no one can guarantee whether there is a safeguard left behind, or even something ominous,” said Jordan Richards cautiously.

“Indeed, such great sects usually leave behind safety measures, and even life. It’s best for us to be cautious,” said Daphne Green solemnly.

“Captain Richards, how did such a prosperous sect perish?” someone queried with confusion.

Jordan Richards replied coldly, “It is said that the Immortal Slaying Sect was massacred by a powerful rogue cultivator at that time.”

“Massacred by a rogue cultivator?” The crowd couldn’t help but exchange glances.

A once-prosperous sect was massacred by a rogue cultivator?

Jordan Richards snorted disdainfully, saying, “Of course, the credibility of this information is low. A top sect like this couldn’t possibly be massacred by a rogue cultivator.”

Ethan Smith, sitting in the chair, couldn’t help but sneer in his heart.

This Jordan Richards was too confident. He always thought that people like them at the top of the hierarchy could not be defeated by ordinary people.

Unfortunately, those who break the hierarchy are often those with nothing.

“Everyone, be cautious. Places like this are often full of dangers,” Jordan Richards reminded again.

Naturally, the crowd did not dare to be reckless; they followed Jordan Richards closely and headed towards the Great Hall.

In the Great Hall, there were still skeletons, and the dark energy inside was even colder and bone-chilling.

Jordan Richards broke into a cold sweat, using divine sense to guard against potential dangers.

“Huff!”

At this moment, a burst of cold wind blew through, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily.

Jordan Richards, who was always on guard, shivered violently, unconsciously retreating two steps and exclaiming, “Senior, we have no intentions of offending you! Please show mercy!”

Jordan Richards held up his hands, his face full of tension.

However, there was only a gust of wind in the Great Hall – no “senior” was present.

The atmosphere became a bit awkward, and some people even laughed softly.

“Don’t laugh!” Jordan Richards barked at them.

“I’m telling you, once a living being appears here, we’ll be doomed!” he added coldly.

“Heh, so this is the big shot of the Capital City Martial Arts Association – such a scaredy-cat,” scoffed Frederick Cohen.

Already disliking Jordan Richards, Frederick Cohen didn’t hold back his ridicule, taking advantage of the situation.

Dominic Taylor, standing nearby, squinted his eyes and said faintly, “You lowly commoners born at the bottom of society, of course, wouldn’t know what a flourishing sect means. It’s just ignorance and fearlessness.”

“F**k off, spouting nonsense. With such a small heart, it’s better to go home and suckle – don’t come out of your mom’s embrace at all,” Frederick Cohen cursed mercilessly.

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