Lord Death Is Now Back Home by Chris novel Chapter 1020

Chapter 1020 King's Leagues Suffers Crushing Defeat

Ron Jefferson let out a furious roar. Gripping his treasured sword, he charged at Chris once more.

This time, Ron Jefferson moved with lightning speed. "Sword Qi Like a Dragon!" He slashed out a sword filled with an extremely fierce sword aura that howled fiercely with the sound of wind, flying toward Chris.

At this moment, Ron Jefferson was using all his might. His face was filled with a twisted ferocity. If he didn't kill this scoundrel Chris, he swore he would not rest!

Seeing Ron Jefferson kill his way over, Chris narrowed his eyes slightly, a touch of disdain at the corner of his mouth. This Ron Jefferson was indeed a powerful person. His strength had already reached the Transcendence level. It was even very likely he was a mid-stage Transcendence level expert. And he had also cultivated the Lord Dragon skill.

However, so what? Chris didn't take him seriously at all!

With a crisp sound, the Dragon Spring sword was unsheathed from his waist. A flash of cold light shot out. An even more terrifying sword aura flew out.

Seeing this, Ron Jefferson's expression changed greatly. He wanted to dodge but found he simply couldn't dodge. Because Chris' speed of slashing his sword was too fast. And that sword aura seemed to have grown eyes, staring fixedly at him!

With no other choice, in desperation Ron Jefferson could only use the treasured sword in his hand to block. But with a crisp crack, Ron Jefferson's treasured sword was chopped in half at the waist. Chris's undiminished sword aura continued toward Ron Jefferson's arm. In a flash, blood sprayed out. An arm flew into the air.

"My hand! My hand!" "My hand!" "Ahhh!" At this moment, Ron Jefferson covered his severed arm with his remaining hand, his face filled with painful wails.

He hadn't expected Chris' strength to be so formidable. With just one strike of the sword, his arm had been lopped off. If Ron Jefferson hadn't reacted in time at the critical moment, this strike could very possibly have lopped off his head as well!

Chris looked at him coldly, "You cut off one of Aiden's arms, so I cut off one of yours!"

Ron Jefferson retreated two steps. The look in his eyes toward Chris was filled with apprehension. He had thought that this time coming to the East Coast would certainly end in great victory. But he didn't expect to suffer such a setback! Even one of his own arms had been cut off by Chris.

Ron Jefferson knew this excursion had ended in failure. If he didn't retreat now, it was likely his whole army would be wiped out! Coming to this realization, as Ron Jefferson stealthily retreated, he also loudly shouted, "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Hearing his command to retreat, the King's Leagues cultivators fled like dogs that had lost their homes, desperately retreating. The Guards of Death were simply too terrifying. They were killed without any ability to fight back. If this continued, sooner or later all of them would die on this beach!

"Where to flee?"

"Phoenix, leave some people here to clean up the battlefield. Don't let this trash pollute the environment!"

Leaving thousands of corpses on the beach would definitely lead to plague and other problems if they were not disposed of properly. Besides, no matter what, this was a great triumph. So Chris wanted to generously reward the Guards of Death warriors when he returned. After all, they had paid the price to protect Amerosia's borders!

"Yes!" Hearing the order, the thousands of Guards of Death members retreated like a tidal wave. For them, compared to battles with hundreds of thousands or millions on the border, this fight was just small fry, nothing worth making a big deal about!

Seeing so many corpses of King's Leagues disciples lying there, Aiden felt somewhat conflicted. No matter what, he used to be the leader of King's Leagues. These people were all his subordinates! But now...

At this moment, he hated Ron Jefferson to death. If it wasn't for Ron Jefferson, the King's Leagues would not have suffered such an enormous loss. His eyes revealed a vicious light. The next time he encountered Ron Jefferson, he would definitely kill him with his own hands!

At the same time, Ron Jefferson stood on the deck of the warship, his face filled with resentment. The wound on his severed arm had been bandaged. But even after healing, his strength would be greatly reduced. He looked in the direction of the East Coast, his heart filled with hatred.

Just then, a subordinate ran over, his face sad as he reported, "Master, of the eight thousand King's League elites, less than three thousand remain. And those who returned are all injured, with over a thousand severely injured. Even if their wounds are healed, I'm afraid they will never be able to fight again in the future!"