A sword from the east!
Julius Reed dodged to the side, the longsword grazing his body and striking the ground!
It carved a trench in the asphalt road!
About half a meter deep.
Dust flew everywhere.
Such was the force!
"Rogan Harsh?"
Seeing the person who ambushed him, Julius Reed felt somewhat annoyed.
He had finally lured out the princess of The North Sea, and capturing Baylor Davenport would surely weaken The North Sea significantly.
Without their leader, internal strife was bound to ensue within The North Sea.
They wouldn't be a threat for a while.
By then, he could focus solely on dealing with Thunderpeak Hall.
But now, because Rogan Harsh had appeared unexpectedly, his cooked duck had flown away!
Julius Reed was very angry!
He clenched his fist, determined to deal with this old man before his eyes.
"Boy, I heard you have the Divine Dragon Tripod?" Rogan Harsh did not know that Julius Reed was Mad Dragon.
