Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1622: Chapter 1622: Martial Arts Exist in Heaven and Earth

The West Sea God and Buddha stepped back three times, leaning against the wall.

Eyes wide open!

Just a few seconds.

From the moment he touched the Break Sky Knife, less than five seconds!

The poison, it actually started working!

"Surprised? Unexpected?" Devlin crossed his hands behind his back, a hint of mockery in his tone: "The God and Buddha just asked me if I could still escape from your hands. Now, do I need to answer?"

"Despicable!"

The West Sea God and Buddha took a deep breath!

Even with the poison, he was still a renowned Great Grandmaster!

"This hatred, will be avenged!"

Thud!

The West Sea God and Buddha used his last bit of strength and charged straight at Devlin!

Clang!

The long knife fell to the ground!

Taking advantage of Devlin’s dodge, the West Sea God and Buddha rushed through the door!

He leaped out along the window!

"Martial artists are good everywhere, just lack brains." Devlin didn’t chase.

To him, one West Sea God and Buddha couldn’t possibly disturb the overall situation.

Such people, whether dead or undead, are the same.

Picking up the Break Sky Knife from the ground, Devlin sniffed it lightly.

This poison’s smell is truly alluring!

The Sealing Pulse masters pharmacology and excels in sealing acupuncture points.

Devlin, as the Vein Holder, was proficient in poisoning.

"It’s not that I look down on martial artists." He put away the Break Sky Knife, wore gloves again, and muttered to himself: "No matter how strong a martial artist is, they can only serve the wise. In my mind, there are countless troops!"

After speaking, he pushed the door and walked straight to Lin Zhan’s room.

With many unexpected changes today, to ensure safety, Devlin decided to hide temporarily with Lin Zhan.

Naming it remote command, actually a backup plan.

The Holy Master is hard to kill.

But Devlin believes that everyone dies.

It’s just that killing the Holy Master is much harder.

The Undead Tribe must submit to the Break Sky Knife!

What makes Julius Reed invincible?

Without waiting for Devlin to knock, Lin Zhan had already walked out.

"Heard Mr. Devlin’s footsteps and came out to greet. How about it, is this Break Sky Knife fake again?"

Lin Zhan smiled and casually closed the door.

The words express dissatisfaction with Devlin’s previous deception.

"Lin Zhan, everything’s in the past. From now on, you and I are brothers. I, Devlin, promise to treat you like a brother." Devlin walked over and patted Lin Zhan’s shoulder, whispering: "Promise."

In fact, he left half a sentence unsaid.

That is, Devlin specializes in betraying brothers.

"Why did you invite the Holy Master here today, Mr. Devlin?" Lin Zhan couldn’t help but ask, knowing that he’ll rely on Devlin in the future, so he dropped the topic.

"What Vinnie Somerset did earlier wasn’t enough. If all martial artists globally knew, this town has a homicidal maniac..."

Devlin’s words didn’t need to be finished; Lin Zhan understood its meaning.

"There are countless martial artists globally. If this spread, Julius Reed would become a global enemy!" Lin Zhan finished, hesitantly: "But hasn’t Boulevard already established a new Holy Master? Won’t this delay Han Grandmaster’s plan?"

Lin Zhan belonged to the Undead Tribe like Han Caldwell, naturally considering overall strategy,

"Han Caldwell established the Holy Master intending to use him for leverage among alliances. Ultimately, it’s for self-service. Given this, why should I worry about him?" Devlin turned to run toward the corridor’s end: "The Holy Master has entered the building; if we don’t leave now, it might be too late!"

"Okay!"

Lin Zhan didn’t hesitate, quickly following, leaving the building!

Having boarded Devlin’s pirate ship, there’s no choice!

Only to listen to him!

In front of Cloudy-Water Pavilion.

The martial artists saw two men in black and white, eyes somewhat red!

Their comrades were mercilessly killed!

Endangering family!

For martial artists, life and death are inevitable.

But family is their bottom line!

"Stop! Who are you!"

A martial artist guarding the door strode over, reaching out to block Julius Reed.

Death, he doesn’t care anymore!

Precisely because of this, he could be so arrogant! noveldrama

"According to the rules, to enter the Martial Arts Association, you must register!" This martial artist is young, around twenty-six or seven.

Passionate youth!

"Do you know who I am?" Julius Reed pointed to himself, somewhat surprised: "Daring to stop me, you have courage."

"Even if the Emperor comes today, rules must be followed!" The young martial artist’s body trembled and his voice shook when speaking.

Even if he was fearful!

But thinking of the bloody scene, his heart inexplicably firmed up.

"Very good." Julius Reed nodded and smiled, asking: "What’s your name?"

"Caspian Everhart!" The young martial artist raised his head as if facing death.

"Why make it seem like a farewell to life?" Julius Reed, in a good mood, chatted more with the martial artist in front.

"I’ve long disregarded my life!" Caspian Everhart’s mouth twitched wildly, his legs supported by breath alone.

He’s the Holy Master!

A ruthless demon!

He, Caspian Everhart, hasn’t entered the Grandmaster realm, just an ordinary martial artist.

"Young, passionate, but you must have brains. Otherwise, you’re not even cannon fodder." Julius Reed shook his head: "Death should be worthwhile, you must know why you’re dying!"

"I die for my brothers! I die for the world! I die for killing you!" Caspian Everhart’s eyes showed hatred!

Undisguised hatred!

"But have you ever thought? If it wasn’t me but the one exploiting you, would you collapse?" Julius Reed looked ahead and said: "Let’s go."

"Impossible! You killed and still don’t..."

Snap!

A crisp sound.

Caspian Everhart’s knees burst with a mist of blood, directly kneeling!

"Can’t figure it out? Then think slowly. Remember, martial artists need more than brute strength; they need brains!"

Julius Reed crossed his hands behind his back, leaving such a sentence, and walked straight into Cloudy-Water Pavilion.

When the two disappeared, martial artists before Cloudy-Water Pavilion hurriedly drew out walkie-talkies, shouting: "They’re inside!"

"Where’s the bomb! Didn’t Chairman Somerset ask us to pull the bomb?" Another martial artist at the door realized then.

"I peed my pants! What bomb!" Another person with a pale face sat down.

A lingering fear.

Thirty-meters corridor!

Empty and deserted.

The footsteps of Julius Reed and Elaenor Wood echoed constantly.

Squeak!

Finally.

The corridor’s end.

The door was pulled open.

Nearly a hundred martial artists stood uniformly.

Their eyes all carried the determination to die.

Martial artists have backbone, martial arts exist in the world!

Winning or losing is one thing, daring to fight is another!

"Banquet of death!" Elaenor Wood suddenly laughed: "Holy Master, should I retreat first?"

"We’re here; why leave?" Julius Reed extended his hand, taking the drink Elaenor Wood handed and strode into the spacious room.