Chapter - 3029

Compared to the physical pain they were feeling, the fear within them was causing them even more distress.

What the freak! What on earth just happened to us? Why did our palms suddenly break?

They had just seen Zeke casually wave his hand, followed by rays of light scattering in all directions before their palms got cut off.

Did Zeke do this?

This is absolute nonsense.

Those who were shocked were not only Alan and his men, but also Sole Wolf and the others.

They all looked at Zeke with great interest, asking, "Zeke, how did you do that just now? Was it the Thousandarmed God?"

"Why haven't I seen you use this move before?" Another asked.

"It's just the legacy of the King of Eurasia, the Eurasia Sword. It's nothing much," Zeke said.

Eurasia Sword?

"Just now, you clearly used your hand..." Sole Wolf said.

"The essence of the Eurasia Sword is to use the hand as a blade," Zeke clarified.

Sole Wolf and the rest quickly realized something. "This Eurasia Sword doesn't seem that powerful. It's fine against ordinary people, but if it's used against us, we have about a thirty percent chance of being able to withstand it."

At this, Zeke said, "Ah, I've only just grasped the first level of the Eurasia Sword, so it's not that powerful yet."

What?

Sole Wolf drew in a sharp breath. "Just the first level, and it is already this powerful? If it was cultivated to the tenth level... My goodness! That would be incredible."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, this Eurasia Sword has a thousand levels," Zeke said.

Everyone, including Sole Wolf, Killer Wolf, and Ares, was speechless.

D*mn, on the first level alone, the Eurasia Sword had a seventy percent chance of taking out Sole Wolf and the others.

If it was cultivated up to a thousand levels, the Eurasia Sword could dominate the universe!

Zeke walked up to Alan, and with a cold and indifferent voice, he asked, "Is this it?"

Alan was terrified out of his wits, wailing, "Mercy, good sir, mercy! I realize my mistake, I truly do. Spare my life, and I'll do anything you ask."

Under the threat of death, even the toughest man would beg for mercy.

The once arrogant and unyielding Alan was even worse than a wimp now.

"Tell me about Mr. Zamora, the person behind you. Why does he want you to deal with Daniel and Hannah?" Zeke asked.

Daniel and Hannah?

Alan was taken aback for a moment before asking, "Are you referring to the elderly couple who make a living by collecting waste?"

Zeke nodded. "Yes."

Alan gulped. "Don't... don't tell me, that old couple hired you to help them."

"They are my in-laws," Zeke replied.

What?

Alan's face turned pale, his lips trembling, “You... you're their son-inlaw? I... I... I'm doomed. If I had known they had such a formidable son-in-law, I wouldn't have dared to bully them. I'll apologize to them, and I'll kneel before them..."

Alan did not seem to know the identities of Daniel and Hannah. Otherwise, he should have been able to guess that Zeke was the former Great Marshal.

Zeke pressed on. "Answer my question. What exactly does Mr. Zamora want you to do?"

Alan hastily replied, "He wants us to corner the two elders, ideally pushing them to commit suicide. However, he has specifically instructed us to ensure the little girl's safety, saying that she is of great importance."

"Oh, of what use is that little girl?" Zeke asked.

Alan shook his head. "I'm afraid I don't know. I'm just a lackey, and I'm not privy to such confidential matters."

Zeke was deep in thought. “Okay, then bring us to Mr. Zamora now."

With a wry smile, Alan said, "I don't know where Mr. Zamora is or what his background is. I can only get in touch with him, but I dare not contact him frequently either.”

"Then contact him now and ask him to come find you," Zeke said.

"Unless the task is completed, Mr. Zamora definitely won't come and find me. He must have some kind of taboo, which is why he can't appear often in Oakheart City.” Alan replied.