Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 584 Sword Emperor Bell Rang

“Who is so bold as to enter the Sword Emperor Hall and ring the bell without authorization?”

The leaders of the three major sword sects shook the moment the bell rang loudly, and David couldn’t help cursing.

There was only one bell in the three major sword sects. It was handed down by the Heavenly Sword Emperor In the

past, whenever there was an emergency meeting, they would ring the bell to notify all the presbyters

But since the disintegration of the Sword Emperor Sect, this bell had never been rung again, and it had been left in

the Sword Emperor Hall for a long time.

Unexpectedly…

Today.

Someone rang the bell.

So, as soon as it rang, the members of the three major sword sects all rushed toward the Sword Emperor Hall in

surprise. They were eager to find out who it was.

And what did he ring the bell for?

Nigel and the others did the same. They laid aside their grudges temporarily and ran towards the Sword Emperor

Hall furiously.

Even the leaders of the three major sword sects were not qualified to ring the bell left by the Heavenly Sword

Emperor. Who was so bold to do it?

If it was a member of the three sects, he had overstepped the mark and blasphemed the sword emperor.

If it was an outsider, this was definitely a provocation.

A blatant provocation!

Therefore.

All the people swarmed over toward the Sword Emperor Hall like a flood.

Nigel and the other two men arrived first.

Their eyes narrowed when they saw the one who was ringing the bell. It was an old man.

Larry was infuriated and snarled, “Lard? How dare you ring the belli*

The person who rang the bell was none other than Lard, a presbyter of the Ghost Sword Sect. He used to vie with

Larry for the position of sect leader. Larry was naturally livid.

Lard ignored him.

He continued to ring the bell.

Knell!

Knelll

Knell!

The bell rang nine times, each of which triggered a round of violent buzzing in the Sword Emperor Hall

That used to be a tradition of the Sword Emperor Sect

When the disciples made it to the scene, they were all shocked. They wondered if the presbyter of the Ghost Sword

Sect had lost his mind or if he was trying to rebel.

No one could figure out what Lard was up to.

When Lard rang the bell for the third time, Larry wanted to stop him. From the side, David checked him and said,

“The bell has been rung anyway. Let’s see what he’s trying to do and then punish him.”

Only then did Larry fight back his anger.

Buzz!

When the last knell from the bell stopped, Lard pranced out of the Sword Emperor Hall and indifferently faced the

disciples without saying a word.

He seemed to be waiting for someone.

After a while.

Larry couldn’t contain his anger any longer. He shouted out coldly, “Lard, who permitted you to ring the bell left by

the Sword Emperor? Are you fucking confused?”

Lard was the presbyter of the Ghost Sword Sect, and his action was not only blasphemy to the Heavenly Sword

Emperor but also disrespect for him, the sect leader.

Larry didn’t care about the former since he had disrespected the Heavenly Sword Emperor long ago.

He cared about the latter.

Even he, the leader of the Ghost Sword Sect, didn’t dare ring the bell, but Lard, a presbyter, did it. It was like a slap

in the face.

He had every reason to be angry.

In a fit of pique, he shouted abuse.

Lard no longer remained silent. He glanced at Larry indifferently and said, “I was naturally authorized by the leader

of the Sword Emperor Sect to ring the bell.”

“When did I…*

Just as Larry was going to call Lard crazy, he suddenly realized something and stopped shouting.

What Lard mentioned was the Emperor Sword Sect, not the Ghost Sword Sect.

That was true. When the Sword Emperor Sect was not disintegrated, one could ring the bell only when he was

authorized to do so by the sect leader.

But,

The Sword Emperor Sect had disintegrated into three smaller sects, each with its own leader. There was no longer

a leader of the Sword Emperor Sect.

Lard must be crazy.

All the disciples were puzzled.

Larry froze for a moment and continued to curse, “Lard, it seems that you are old and confused. Do you think it

was decades ago?

It looks like you’re no longer fit for the presbyter position of the Ghost Sword Sect. You can retire and take a rest.”

“He’s talking about me.”

Just as Larry’s voice fell, another voice rang out. A young man in a mask then slowly came out of the Sword

Emperor Hall, unperturbed, facing the large crowd.

“Isn’t that the inheritor of the Sword Emperor?”

Everyone exclaimed.

Although the color of John’s mask had changed, its style remained the same, so everyone recognized him

immediately. It was none other than Harry, the successor to the Sword Emperor.

Nigel threw away half of the broken mask that he didn’t have time to put down and spoke with great joy. “Ha-ha, it’s

you, Harry. You’re alive. This is great!”

Chubby also shouted excitedly. “John.”

John looked at them and nodded slightly.

Larry and Nigel froze at the same time, with unbelievable looks on their faces.

How come this guy was not dead?

Didn’t those people who were sent out see Lard tearing him to pieces?

They looked around and found those presbyters had silently walked to the Sword Emperor Hall. Apparently, they

had colluded with Lard to support John.

“Damn it! I’ve fallen for his trick!”

Larry cursed under his breath, not expecting Lard to have the ability to let all the presbyters, who had been sent

out to hunt John down, lie with him.

Well…

Not all of them. The one from the Ancient Sword Sect, who was in the middle stage of the Gold Core realm, didn’t.

He was fighting with Shawn at that time and did not know what happened in the dense forest.

So, he was also confused.

In front of the Sword Emperor Hall, Lard cleared his throat before his old yet resonant voice rang out. “Before the

Heavenly Sword Emperor left, he left a decree. Whoever gets his inheritance will be the new leader of the Sword

Emperor Sect.”