President Lincoln seemed to have anticipated this move long ago. He suddenly appeared, then swiftly retreated, his figure flickering like a ghost. Charles Reed's deliberate attack landed on nothing but empty air. Charles Reed was slightly startled, but he was already like an arrow released from the bow, unable to pause. With a long howl, the blue light in his hand twisted and turned as he attacked, enveloping President Lincoln from all directions. The sword split like raindrops, the air filled with cold gleams. Thunder and lightning raged, stirring a murderous aura that shook heaven and earth.

President Lincoln kept retreating, able to counterattack only two or three times out of ten moves. Charles Reed grew anxious and angry, realizing he had fallen into his opponent's trap. He knew that his skills were on par with President Lincoln, but he was at an absolute disadvantage. The opponent only needed to entangle him, and unless he could last over a hundred moves, it would be hard to determine victory or defeat against President Lincoln.

But Edward Carter could not hold on much longer!

Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin pressed their attacks relentlessly, each move faster than the last. Edward Carter kept retreating, his face pale. Just as he was thinking of how to break through the enemy, he suddenly felt a tightness at his feet and was startled. Glancing sideways, he discovered a strange python had coiled around his ankle. The python stretched its body, completely trapping Edward Carter. The snake moved silently, and Edward Carter had not noticed it at all beforehand.

Edward Carter was shocked. He hadn't expected that after killing George Washington, the giant python he commanded would seek revenge for its master. The python was extremely thick, and in just a moment, Edward Carter could not break free! With a twist of his wrist, Edward Carter slashed the python's body with his single saber, but the snake was slippery, and with his arm entangled, he couldn't exert even half his strength. The saber only left a bloody mark on the python. The snake held Edward Carter fast and suddenly lunged to bite him. Helpless, Edward Carter abandoned his saber and grabbed the snake's head and neck. He knew that even if he choked the python, he could hardly withstand the attacks of the two Heavenly Kings, but with his life on the line, he could only survive moment by moment.

Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin were overjoyed, not expecting such a sudden turn of events. President Jefferson let out a long laugh and was about to step forward when he too felt a sudden tightness at his ankle. Thomas Jefferson was startled and looked down, thinking another python had caught him, but instead, a long sword stabbed upward from below, plunging straight into his body.

President Jefferson let out a thunderous roar, raising his broad sword, but his arm froze in midair as he fell backward. The sword had struck with deadly precision, entering from President Jefferson's side and piercing straight into his heart. No matter how fierce President Jefferson was, he could not withstand such a fatal blow.

The one who thrust the sword was Henry Sullivan!

Henry Sullivan was not dead!

It turned out that when the commoners went mad and Edward Carter went to assassinate President Lincoln, the man wearing the ghost mask suddenly began to tremble all over and quietly slipped away. Henry Sullivan did not know that the Maitreya Sect punished offenders with extreme cruelty. The masked man, realizing the person he brought was an assassin, was terrified. Henry Sullivan thus avoided a hard fight. Seeing the crazed crowd, he was also alarmed. But having lived among the common folk, he had long learned how to survive. With a quick idea, he simply fell to the ground.

The commoners, all drugged and delirious, only knew to bite those standing nearby, paying no attention to what was happening at their feet. Henry Sullivan rolled on the ground, covered in mud but otherwise unharmed. He was on the outskirts, carefully dodging the trampling feet, picked up a long sword, and did his best to roll toward the wooden platform. He still wanted to help Edward Carter!

Henry Sullivan had never seen such a fierce battle. The strangeness of the moves, the speed of the footwork, and the ruthlessness of the attacks were all beyond anything he had witnessed. Compared to these people, his previous fights with Eric Stone and Gunner were like children's games. Henry Sullivan knew he couldn't be of much help, but how could he just stand by? Though he hadn't known Edward Carter for long, Edward Carter's straightforwardness, candor, wit, and integrity had earned Henry Sullivan's deep admiration. Henry Sullivan did not want to see Edward Carter fighting alone.

But Henry Sullivan knew that rushing in recklessly, with his meager martial skills, would be useless. So he stayed on the ground, pretending to be dead, his long sword buried in the mud, keeping an eye on Edward Carter and waiting for an opportunity.

Suddenly, chaos erupted as Edward Carter was entangled by the python. Henry Sullivan was startled and, seeing President Jefferson pass by him, knew he could delay no longer. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the opponent's ankle with his left hand, raised his sword, and stabbed upward. President Jefferson never expected a "dead man" to attack. Though he was highly skilled, the attack came from his blind spot, and he was killed by Henry Sullivan's sword.

Having succeeded, Henry Sullivan felt a flash of joy, but before he could get up, Edward Carter shouted, "Watch out!" Henry Sullivan's heart tightened, and he rolled away, feeling a cold wind brush past his face and strike the ground. It turned out that President Franklin, seeing President Jefferson killed, was furious. He and George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and John Adams were as close as brothers. He hadn't expected that in this battle, three of the Four Heavenly Kings would die. President Franklin was overwhelmed with grief and only wanted to kill Henry Sullivan first, then eliminate Edward Carter. He thrust his umbrella at Henry Sullivan, and seeing that Henry Sullivan's movements were far inferior and his martial arts weak, he was even more determined to finish him off first.

Henry Sullivan dodged only three moves before he was drenched in sweat, having been struck three times by President Franklin. Though not in vital spots, he was still badly injured. At that moment, another thunderclap sounded in the sky. President Franklin shouted, thrusting his umbrella. Henry Sullivan let out a strange cry and somersaulted away. Edward Carter's eyes suddenly filled with horror as he shouted, "Watch out!" Henry Sullivan, still in midair, didn't know what to beware of, but before he landed, he saw a flash of silver shoot from the tip of President Franklin's umbrella, striking his forehead. Henry Sullivan only felt a thunderous crash in his head, and then he lost all consciousness.