Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1623: Chapter 1623 Transformation

Bang!

The door to the Cloudy-Water Pavilion’s lobby slammed shut.

The Martial Artists’ hearts suddenly raced!

A battle of certain death!

The chances of survival, one in ten thousand!

"Julius Reed! You killed my comrades and harmed their families! You dare call yourself a lord! I didn’t expect you to be such a beast!" Vinnie Somerset stood behind the Martial Artists, his eyes constantly surveying.

Where did Devlin and Lin Zhan go?

Beside him were only ten warriors of the Undead Tribe.

Vinnie Somerset had witnessed firsthand that those warriors of the Undead Tribe could be killed too!

For a moment, his heart inexplicably panicked.

"Lord, apologies for the late welcome!"

Just then, Emperor Charlotte Grey pushed open the door and walked in from behind Julius Reed, a smile on his face: "Last time, our battle was not satisfying enough!"

"Pity, I didn’t keep that sword." Julius Reed’s eyes glanced at the sword at Emperor Charlotte Grey’s waist.

Sure enough, the Crimsonal Hollow was still there!

A heavy sword with no edge!

This weapon is truly the nemesis of the Zhou Lan Night Sword.

"The sword is right here, Lord, come and take it anytime!" Emperor Charlotte Grey patted the Crimsonal Hollow at his waist and walked to Vinnie Somerset’s side.

"Where’s Devlin?" Vinnie Somerset whispered.

At this life-or-death moment, the old fox wouldn’t run away again, would he?

"Said he’d be here in a while." Emperor Charlotte Grey’s right hand was on his sword, ready to strike at any moment. noveldrama

The Lord is hard to kill, but defeating him is not so difficult!

Emperor Charlotte Grey wanted to give it a try!

Last time alone, he could still manage a fight.

This time, with assistance from Devlin and Lin Zhan, and the Martial Artists of the whole Town!

Emperor Charlotte Grey was confident he could capture the Lord alive!

If he really captures the Lord, then the false lord of Boulevard Mountain can become a real lord!

There cannot be two suns in the sky!

Truly undead, a fake will forever be a fake!

Now it seems, apart from Sutton, it seems no one really wants to save the emperor!

The air was incredibly oppressive.

"I’ve brought a jug of wine to commemorate those who died at the Town Martial Arts Association." Julius Reed uncorked the bottle and poured the wine on the ground. "The dead should be honored."

He didn’t kill the people.

Yet so many Martial Artists died in the Town, Julius Reed still decided to offer a tribute.

In the world of Martial Arts, we are supposed to be one family.

But interests have made people lose themselves.

"Pretentious! Julius Reed, you harmed their families, and now you are shamelessly here to offer tribute! Are you not disgusted?"

"Bah! Shameless!"

The Martial Artists were filled with righteous indignation!

This was humiliation!

Blatant humiliation!

Crack!

When the wine in the jug was poured out, Julius Reed threw the jug on the ground.

It shattered into pieces.

He slowly drew the Zhou Lan Night Sword from his waist and raised his head coldly: "Today, I will only kill those who cannot distinguish right from wrong. From now on, whoever draws their sword, dies."

His calm words, like a mountain, weighed heavily on the hearts of every Martial Artist.

Even Vinnie Somerset was very surprised.

The Lord didn’t explain?

The people were clearly killed by his men under Devlin’s arrangement.

This is framing!

But the Lord silently endured without a word of explanation.

Vinnie Somerset somewhat admired him.

A brave man indeed!

"Report!"

Suddenly!

The door was pushed open!

A Martial Artist from the Town excitedly ran in, shouting: "Chairman Somerset, there are thousands of Martial Artists outside the door, here to support!"

"Good!"

Vinnie Somerset’s heart leaped with joy: "Julius Reed, you finally incited public wrath! Today, you can slaughter the Martial Artists of the Town!"

But Julius Reed’s face showed no change.

Any explanation would be pale and weak.

Some people are willing to be used, and they must bear the consequences.

In the law of nature, sympathy never existed!

The weak are always cannon fodder.

They are the sacrifices of conflict!

Millennia of time!

Piles of white bones!

What do these Martial Artists count for?

A speck of dust?

Maybe not even that.

"In that case, we will fight to the death with you!"

Vinnie Somerset looked left and right, constantly without seeing Devlin and Lin Zhan.

But being able to bind all the Martial Artists of the Town already made him excessively excited.

"It’s too narrow in here! Julius Reed, let us settle life and death on this Town’s long street!" Vinnie Somerset said, and was the first to wield his weapon, passing by Julius Reed, heading to the thirty-meter wide street outside.

The Martial Artists of the Town followed closely!

They surged out from the Cloudy-Water Pavilion like a tide.

While Julius Reed and Elaenor Wood stood in the center, dividing the stream of people!

A minute later.

The spacious Cloudy-Water Pavilion was left with only the two of them.

"I thought you would only kill a few hundred people, now I’m afraid it’s going to be difficult." Elaenor Wood had a wry smile: "If you kill them, it will become a permanent stain on you! Impossible to erase..."

"Do you really think the position of the Lord is so easy to sit in?" Julius Reed wielded his sword and walked boldly toward the street. "To be the king of this world, one must bear the weight of the world!"

Elaenor Wood paused, unable to help but sigh.

This throne really burns your butt.

Let’s live off others.

When he finds Anna Harris, he’ll just live off her.

After all, he has thick skin.

The north wind howled!

On the street full of a chilling atmosphere, Julius Reed carried the Golden Dragon Sword, alone!

And before him!

Were over ten thousand Martial Artists from the Town!

When the video spread, any Martial Artist with blood and backbone chose to come and fight!

"Quickly arrange for people, raise the cemetery price tenfold for me! And coffins, memorial tablets, all of them hundredfold! If they don’t buy our things, don’t even think about being buried!" The chairman of the Town Funeral Association, Horre Jackson, could not stop his joy seeing this scene!

How many people will die!

They’ve struck it rich!

Once they make this money, they’ll build a hundred-story building on the original site!

"Chairman Horre Jackson is truly a genius in business!" Those behind kept flattering him while arranging for price hikes.

And those Martial Artists didn’t consider this at all!

They didn’t even know they were being used!

"Brothers! The murderer is right in front of us! We number ten thousand; even with one slash each, we must fight him to exhaustion and death!" Vinnie Somerset shouted loudly, igniting the fiercest fire in the Martial Artists’ hearts!

"If one can’t kill him, then ten! If ten can’t, then a hundred! If a hundred can’t, then a thousand! Ten thousand! The soul of the Town’s Martial Artists will be immortal forever!"

"Kill!"

Ten thousand drew their blades!

The cold light flashed.

Elaenor Wood stood at the entrance of Cloudy-Water Pavilion, gasping.

An inexplicable feeling of apprehension.

The Lord is not undefeated!

Otherwise, why did he lose his memory in the battle of the snowy mountain?

Facing over ten thousand Martial Artists now.

Can he win?

Elaenor Wood dared not to think.

That’s over ten thousand Martial Artists!

However.

Julius Reed did not speak but raised his sword.

Though tens of thousands, I go forth.

The wind stopped!

The air was terrifyingly quiet!

"Stop! You have all been deceived!"

Suddenly.

A voice broke the silence.

At the street crossroads, a truck pulled over a huge screen!

On it were images of those Martial Artists’ families being slaughtered!

Women and children fallen in a pool of blood, while the murderers’ faces were full of blood!

"Isn’t that...our Town’s Martial Artists?"

Someone spoke with astonishment.

A stone stirs up a thousand waves!

In the images, several people from the Town Martial Arts Association were crazily chasing those children, attacking them!

"You were all deceived!" The owner of Dragon Teahouse, wearing Tang attire, jumped off the truck, tremblingly raised his hand, face full of sorrow: "I swear by my family’s honor of centuries, the murderers are definitely not Julius Reed..."

Whoosh!

Martial Artists turned around!

Angrily glared at the few appearing in the images.

Clang!

The long knives in the hands of a few wrongdoers fell to the ground, scared into kneeling.

Their eyes were blank.

They were stunned.