Chapter 1957 A Shocking Shock

Chapter 1957: A Shocking Shock Chapter 1957: A Shocking Shock Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation “Grandfather, I am your fourth-generation grandson…” The noise persisted.

Maddox Johnstone’s voice boomed like thunder.

“Silence!

Since you’re all here, that saves me the trouble.

Step forward when I call your name!” “Harshil Johnstone!” Hearing this name cut deep into Maddox.

This was his third uncle!

How could someone so close to him be so misguided?

He had made such a terrible mistake.

A middle-aged man with strong energy and vitality emerged.  His cultivation was not low, and he appeared refreshed.  He called out like an elder, “Maddox, it’s been a long time.” “Third Uncle, Maddox will see you off.

Don’t hold it against me.” Maddox clenched his teeth.

As soon as these words left his mouth.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.

What was he implying?

“Maddox, you…” Harshil was stunned.

“Seventy years ago, for a Blue Sea Spirit Pearl, you masked your face and slaughtered a merchant group, killing all eighty-nine people.

Sixty-eight years ago, for the Azure Dragon Shop in Preston, you wiped out all twenty-one members of Ivan Iavarone’s family and seized their property and shops…” One dirty deed after another was revealed in public.

Harshil fell silent.  His gaze slowly shifted from Maddox to someone in the back.

Braydon Neal stood quietly in the distance.

“I understand.

Let’s finish this!” Harshil said with a miserable smile.

Swoosh!

Maddox drew his sword and beheaded him.

Harshil’s head hit the ground, his eyes filled with resolve and a fierce killing intent.

He shouted, “Cody Johnstone!” “Maddox!” A young man with vigorous energy and a long life force stepped forward, still youthful in appearance.

He emerged from the crowd, having already foreseen his fate, smiling brightly.

“It’s been years since we last met.

Look at my cultivation—I’ve reached the path-returning realm.

I didn’t disgrace you, did I?” “Fool!” Maddox slapped him hard.  He looked at his younger cousin, who had grown up with him.  They had been close since childhood.  How had it come to this?

Cody’s face reddened from the slap, but he didn’t get angry.

Instead, he spoke softly, “The Northern King must have found out.

No one can protect us now.” “But, Maddox, sometimes there are things you have to do.

When ill winds blow, if you don’t join them, they ostracize you, distrust you, and may even kill you to keep secrets buried.” His words were filled with unwillingness and helplessness.

“Fool!” Maddox was furious.

“If your heart is still righteous, who would dare to kill you?” “Brother, they really would.” Cody closed his eyes and stretched out his neck, ready to accept his death.

“Who are they?” Maddox’s expression darkened.

“Who is behind this?” “You’ll find out sooner or later.” Cody said no more, accepting his fate.

“Everyone, come out.

No need to do a roll call.

The Johnstone family is brave.

If you committed the crime, you face the consequences.” “Selig Johnstone!” “Greer Johnstone!” “Bristol Johnstone…” Nearly a hundred of the Johnstone family’s disciples stepped forward.

Two of them were Maddox’s younger cousins, ones who had witnessed the Northern Army’s rise to power.

How had things gone so wrong?

The book in Maddox’s hand turned to dust.

With a wave of his hand, he crushed their minds and killed them all.

There was no room for negotiation.

The evil they had done was too numerous to record.

Only death could repay the debt.

But it wasn’t just the Johnstone family.

Behind the hundreds of generals in the Northern Army were hundreds of families.

Braydon had already seen through the evil they had committed.

No one could protect them.

Maddox had been the first to act, stunning everyone.

The gathered noble disciples were in shock, realizing something was terribly wrong.

Lucian Cross emerged from the crowd and looked at the old man, Ilyas Cross.

“Grandfather, there are things I must do,” he said hoarsely.

“What are you doing?” Ilyas’s voice trembled.  At his age, the thing he cherished most was the Cross family’s descendants.

It was a joy to see the Cross family thriving.

And with a descendent serving the Northern Army as a regimental commander, the Cross family had been sailing smoothly in Preston.

So what was Lucian planning to do?

“Dillon Cross!” He held the book in her hand and called coldly.

“Lucian, you…” A man with graying sideburns slowly stepped forward from the crowd.

He was Ilyas’s eldest son.

Lucian’s uncle.

And today, this man had to die.

The sins he had committed were the most horrifying.

“Uncle, I’ll see you off today.

Don’t hate me,” Lucian said softly.

There was no need to list his crimes.

The Northern Army would never wrong anyone.

The information had been personally investigated by Luther Carden, and it was conclusive.

The commander had reviewed it himself.

Lucian and the others knew well the methods of the Northern Army.

Nothing had been overlooked.

His cold sword was drawn, pointing diagonally toward the sky.

“Lucian, what are you doing?” Ilyas asked, his voice trembling.

“Can’t we sit down as a family and talk?” “Grandfather, I’m afraid you don’t know the evil that Uncle and the others are responsible for, do you?” Lucian gripped his cold sword tightly, unable to act.

This old man really didn’t know.

In the Cross family, he had been pampered by his descendants, unaware of the sins they committed under his watch.

The Cross family had become a refuge for filth.

If they didn’t cleanse the house today, they would face extermination in the future.

Even ancient aristocratic families had perished over time.

What were these so-called noble families now?

Ignoring his grandfather’s objections, Lucian swung his blade, and Dillon’s head hit the ground.

The Cross family disciples were in shock, filled with fear as they knelt before the elderly Ilyas, trembling.

“Grandfather, save us!” “Grandfather, we’re all Cross family members!

Uncle Lucian wants to kill us!” “Help us, Grandfather!” Those who knelt knew the wrongs they had committed.

“Lucian!” Ilyas was consumed by grief.

“Grandfather, the Cross family brought this upon themselves.

Even if the commander orders our extermination, I won’t ask for mercy.” Lucian’s body surged with killing intent.  He turned and shouted coldly, “Lyell Cross, are you going to step forward and confess, or shall I help you?” “Lucian, it’s come to this.

What more is there to say?” A young man stepped forward.

He was one of the few who didn’t kneel and beg for mercy.

At least he had some courage.

Lucian shouted angrily, “Ten years ago, you slaughtered the shops in Lamar, killing 42 people and plundering everything.

In the years that followed, you robbed 42 more shops in Lamar.

In one night, every shop in Lamar fled, all because of you.” The major crimes were all documented.

This was their own doing.

If it were just minor offenses, a few reckless sons of wealthy families, Braydon wouldn’t recall the generals of the Northern Army.

For a hedonistic son, whether they were disciplined or punished wouldn’t matter.

But they had gone too far.

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