Lord death is now back home
Chapter 651

Chapter 651

**No Sympathy on His Face**

There was no sympathy on his face. These people had ended up in such a situation due to their owngreed. And to be honest, these martial artists were a scourge on society. Even if Guardian Michaeland the others didn't kill them, Chris would eventually take action to eliminate them once they left.So, no matter what choice they made, it was a dead end!

"Charge!"

"Charge!!"

"Charge!!!"

Having no other choice, the hundreds of martial artists could only charge forward, shouting as theywent. At that moment, a desolate emotion surged within their hearts. They charged out with a do-or-die determination. They knew that if they charged, there might still be a slim chance of survival; ifthey didn't, they were as good as dead!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

As they charged to the stone coffin, someone unknowingly stepped on a hidden mechanism,causing another barrage of sharp arrows to shoot out. It was a rain of arrows!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Screams of agony continuously rang out as the martial artists were pierced by the arrows. In theirfinal moments, they spouted blood from their mouths and tears filled their eyes. They were tears ofregret and despair!

"Ghost Sect! Middleton Alliance! You bastards, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost..."

"It hurts! It hurts so much!!!

"Save me! Save me! I don't want to die!"

"Mom, Dad, your unfilial son is about to diel!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!it*

A hundred martial artists, a hundred tragic tales. They continuously wailed, rolled around, andcursed. But what awaited them was death

Guardian Michael and Zen sneered at the corner of their mouths. Weaklings should have theconsciousness of being weak. Did they really think the Dragon Emblem fragment was somethingthey could covet?

Since they dared to wade into this muddy water, they couldn't blame them for being ruthless.Because all of this was fate! It was their own fault for being too weak!

Weakness was the original sin! A weak son-in-law would be subjected to humiliation by his wife'sfamily. Weak ants would become stepping stones for the strong. Weakness made them lambs to theslaughter!

Ten minutes later, the screams ceased. Hundreds of martial artists had fallen, none left standing. Allof them lay on the ground, pierced by arrows, their blood staining the floor red.

In just a short ten minutes, they had passed from the world of the living to the realm of the dead.Their corpses filled the entire floor, making for a horrifying sight.

Chris sighed softly. Perhaps these people regretted their actions in their final moments. But peoplealways had to pay the price for the choices they made. Sometimes, the price was their very lives.Chris's eyes hardened the next moment. To prevent more innocent people in Amerosia from payinga heavy price, he was determined to eradicate the scourge of both the Ghost Sect and theMiddleton Alliance.

"Hmph, a bunch of useless trash!" Guardian Michael snorted coldly. He had never cared about thelives of these ants. Since the moment he joined the Ghost Sect, he had been indifferent to life anddeath.

In order to achieve their goals, the Ghost Sect did not hesitate to resort to any means necessary. Ifthey could seize the Dragon Emblem fragment, then the deaths of countless people would be worthit!

What a pity. These people were too useless. So many had died, and yet the stone coffin remainedunopened!

Guardian Michael turned his head and looked at Patrick Jefferson. "You, take a hundred people andopen the stone coffin!"

"Yes," Patrick Jefferson replied with a bitter nod. Ever since he joined the Ghost Sect, he had knownthat his life was no longer his own.