Chapter 1020 King''S Leagues Suffers Crushing Defeat


    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 shed 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 sh 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 shing 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 sh, 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 timeing 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 hismand 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 orter all of them would die on this beach!


    "Where to flee?"


    Seeing Ron Jefferson and the others trying to escape, Phoenix and Aiden were prepared to chase and


    kill them.


    But Chris said, "No need to pursue!"


    Phoenix and Aiden turned to look at Chris with puzzlement. They didn''t understand why he wasn''t


    chasing them. Now was the perfect time topletely destroy the King''s Leagues while their morale


    was low.


    Chris didn''t exin much, just calmly said, "Don''t pursue a desperate foe too far."


    "Yes!" Although the two were unwilling, they didn''t dare defy Chris''s order. Especially Aiden, his heart


    hated Ron Jefferson like crazy. But he knew now that Chris was his only recourse. If he dared defy


    Chris''s order, he would likely suffer a terrible death!


    As for Chris, watching Ron Jefferson''s retreating back, a trace of deep meaning appeared in his smiling


    expression. His reason for not killing Ron Jefferson was naturally because he had use for him. If Ron


    Jefferson died, how could the Chester Group expand overseas?


    At this moment, the beach was covered with the corpses of King''s Leagues disciples. Nearly a


    thousand corpses floated in the ocean, dyeing the seawaterpletely red. The stench of blood filled


    the air.


    Chris chuckled softly, "Let''s go. No matter what, this is a great victory. Let''s go back and celebrate


    properly!"


    "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 gue 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,pared 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


    N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    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!"