Chapter 278: Chapter 277: The Grand Formation of the Four Symbols_1

After leaving the Water Pearl, Julius Reed took out his cell phone and asked on the other end of the line, “When did Maurice Springs come?”

The battle at the Water Pearl had led to Maurice Springs being expelled from Willson Pavilion, fleeing the province with the injured Quantez Springs and Miles Cook in tow.

But in just half a month’s time, Julius’s spies noticed that Maurice Springs had reappeared in Five-river Province.

As the former manager of Willson Pavilion’s Far East Branch, Maurice Springs had considerable connections, and with the Pavilion’s immense power, it was inevitable that some would defy the wishes of Amadeus Fairbanks, helping Maurice Springs in secret.

Otherwise, how could a severely injured man enter and leave Five-river Province without notice, undetected by the Pavilion’s people?

Julius would not doubt the resolve of Amadeus Fairbanks, but the same could not be said for those under him.

Along with the news of Maurice Springs entering Five-river Province, there was also news about Benson Michael.

After being ridiculed by Julius Reed, the son of Ganny Province’s richest man summoned a large group of helpers in a short time and was now driving several sedans, heading towards the Water Pearl with aggressive force.

According to the intelligence from Lucan Davenport, among these people was a Grandmaster-level figure who had been a disciple at the Martial Temple in his youth, with extremely formidable combat abilities.

Over the years, he had become a bodyguard for the Michael Family of Ganny Province, specifically responsible for Benson Michael’s safety.

Being the Michael Family’s only son, he was exceptionally well-protected. This time, when Benson Michael returned to the country, he had all these people dispatched to experience life with Joel Martin and others.

Little did he expect to stumble in Five-river Province, suffering the greatest humiliation of his life.

With two groups of enemies appearing out of the blue, Julius Reed felt somewhat troubled.

It was not that the enemies were too strong, but rather the weather was turning colder as the year neared its end. The Radcliffe Group was looking to relist soon and expand its scale.

With Quella Radcliffe alone in the Radcliffe Family, Julius Reed was somewhat worried.

Thinking this, Julius took a glance at his watch and ran wildly towards the east.

About five minutes later, he met an old man in the vicinity of the park.

The elder sat in a wheelchair, dressed in thick clothing, closing his eyes and basking in the sun on the wheelchair.

Though it was nearing evening, the park was strangely empty.

Blown by a gust of autumn wind, the scene seemed especially desolate.

“You’ve already come, why be so sneaky?”

Julius Reed looked at the nearly eighty-year-old man in front of him and asked indifferently.

Yet the elder seemed as if he heard nothing, still bathing in the sunset light, his body gently twisting as if to prove he was still alive.

“If you won’t strike first, don’t blame me for making the first move.”

Julius Reed lunged forward in a step, his right hand forming a finger, aiming straight for the elder’s brow!

Zrrp!

Just as his finger was about to touch the elder’s forehead, the previously unresponsive elder suddenly opened his eyes, and the wheelchair spun rapidly in place!

At the same time, the elder threw off the blanket on him and struck out with both fists mightily!

Whoosh!

Both fists met, and Julius Reed stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching the elder.

“You’re very strong! I had people investigate you, but they found nothing! This is too abnormal; being as capable as you are, how could you be a complete unknown?”

The elder slowly tore off the mask from his face, revealing his true identity.

“Maurice Springs, you barely escaped with your life the last time, why insist on courting death now?”

Julius Reed looked at Maurice Springs coldly, as his aura began to rise continuously.

“You beat my son within an inch of his life, this vendetta I cannot leave unavenged!”

Maurice Springs lightly snapped his fingers, and four youths appeared around the park.

“This is the Four Symbols Formation I’ve newly created, I wonder if you’d like to take a lesson?”

As he spoke these words, confidence beamed across his face, and those four disciples quickly surrounded Julius Reed.

“Last time I used the Four Symbols Formation, I successfully killed an expert ranked fifteenth on the Heaven List. Today, even if you die, you need not have any regrets.”

Maurice Springs slowly rose from the wheelchair, then with a single palm strike, he split the wheelchair in half!

Crack!

Accompanied by a loud sound, the wheelchair was smashed to pieces.

Maurice Springs slowly bent down and took out a Longsword from inside.

Clearly, after suffering a major loss last time, this time he came prepared, vowing to slay Julius Reed in Five-river Province!

“You’ve been expelled from Willson Pavilion by Amadeus Fairbanks, yet you can still mobilize four core Disciples!”

Julius Reed sized up the four youths around him, shaking his head, “You all had bright futures ahead, why follow him and ruin your prospects?”

Amadeus Fairbanks is the Pavilion Master of Willson Pavilion, and his word represented everything within the Pavilion.

Now that Maurice Springs had been expelled from the organization, those four young Disciples would face punishment as well.

“Haha! That fool Amadeus Fairbanks isn’t worth mentioning!”

Pride covered Maurice Springs’s face: “After all, you are a dead man, so there’s no harm in telling you! I have already taken them to join Deep Cold! Do you know what my current position is? I’m the person in charge of the Deep Cold’s Far East region, second only to a few chiefs in the organization!”

“Indeed! The Pavilion Master failed to distinguish between right and wrong, and my master, after decades of service to Willson Pavilion, ended up being expelled from the organization!”

“We joined Deep Cold and received much better treatment than before! Moreover, the chiefs said, as long as you’re killed, my master can become the new chief!”

These young Disciples had faces full of arrogance, obviously flattered often in daily life.

However, it was understandable, considering they could dominate an area at such a young age, they were surely treasured wherever they went.

“Julius Reed, I should thank you! Without you, how could I have gained Deep Cold’s favor? Besides, the hatred for you inside Deep Cold is not one bit less than ours! Killing you will not only be revenge but will also serve as a stepping stone on my path forward!”

Maurice Springs held the sword in both hands, slowly raising it: “Meet your end!”

“Heaven!”

“Earth!”

“Mystery!”

“Yellow!”

Four Disciples shouted, each pulling out a Longsword from behind them!

“Annihilate!”

Maurice Springs’s eyelids drooped slightly, and like lightning, he shot forward!

At the same time, his Longsword was crazily slashing down!

Whoosh!

Julius Reed took a step back, violently pushing forward with both hands!

The young Disciples’ sword blades directly slashed at the ground beneath Julius Reed, shattering the bricks and stones!

Hum!

As Maurice Springs’s Longsword stabbed towards Julius Reed’s chest, Julius Reed firmly grasped it with both hands!

Bare-handed sword capture!

“You’re seeking death!”

Maurice Springs sneered coldly, as the Longsword in his hand abruptly reversed direction!

Clang!

Julius Reed immediately released his hands and fiercely tapped his fingers on the blade of the sword.

With the Longsword trembling, Maurice Springs felt a numbing sensation in the base of his thumb.

Although he still held the sword, a sense of dread began to weigh on him.

Seizing this moment, Julius Reed quickly retreated backward, dodging the sword’s edge and appearing behind a Disciple!

He then struck out with his palm!

Thud!

The male Disciple didn’t have time to swing his Longsword and was sent flying into the sky, then crashed down heavily!

“How can this be!”

Maurice Springs looked at the lifeless Disciple, shock filling his heart.

The Four Symbols Formation was extremely meticulous; how could it be broken so easily?

“The books on formations you’ve studied might have been written by me.”

Julius Reed’s mouth curved into a smile, then he rapidly vanished from the spot.