Chapter 1687 by Marina Vittori

Suddenly, a flash of a sword appeared, swiftly piercing Nestor’s neck without any warning. It all happened so fast that no one had a chance to register what had happened.

Nestor stood there, frozen as if he had turned to stone. His eyes widened with shock and disbelief as he stared at Glenn, who was standing not far away.

It was hard for him to believe that Glenn, their supposed ally, would betray him like this.

There was no apparent grudge or issue between them, at least not that Nestor knew of. Was it because of something he said that angered Glenn, leading to this deadly outcome?

A thud echoed as Nestor’s head fell heavily to the ground. Even in death, his wide eyes reflected the surprise of his unexpected end.

Just when he thought he had narrowly escaped from Dustin’s grasp and that victory was near, Glenn’s swing of his sword changed everything. Fate was truly unpredictable.

“What just happened? Mr. Wilkins… Is he dead?”

Seeing Nestor’s sudden death left everyone bewildered. They were hopeful when Glenn showed up, thinking he was here to help, but now it had turned into a shocking tragedy.

In the palace, Nestor was a top contender and the tenth on the Astonishing World List. His death, caused by a lone sword, left a mysterious and eerie feeling.

“How … How could this happen?” Anders was terrified, his head buzzing with confusion. Nestor, a powerful figure in the palace and a member of the Dragon Guard, had both strength and support. Yet, with one swift motion, Glenn beheaded him. Was he mad?

“Sir… Did I see it right? Did that guy just kill Nestor?” Abigail almost dropped her poison vial, utterly confused. She couldn’t understand what was happening.

Weren’t they supposed to be allies? Why were they turning on each other? Was there some deep hatred between them?

“Yeah, you’re right. Nestor… is indeed dead.” Dustin nodded stiffly, feeling a mix of emotions. He wasn’t acquainted with Glenn, and there didn’t appear to be any apparent reason for Glenn to step in. Dustin couldn’t fathom why Glenn would offer his assistance.

“Glenn! Have you lost your mind?”

Anders burst out in anger. “Mr. Wilkins was a palace official and part of the Dragon Guard! How could you kill him? Do you understand the seriousness of the crime you just committed?

“Even if you’re a Sword Union disciple, you won’t get away with this!”

“Stop blabbering,” Glenn said with a straight face. He lifted his sword and swung it at Anders.

A bright white sword energy burst out, stretching over 30 feet. It was like a curved moon, slicing through the air at Anders.

Anders quickly lifted his sword to defend himself. There was a loud clash, and his sword was cleanly cut through.

Anders was sent flying back, crashing into the crowd. He coughed up blood, looking pale as a ghost, struggling to stand.