Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1596: Chapter 1596: Searching for the Knife

"Brother, is there some sort of misunderstanding?"

A martial artist from the Town took out a hidden weapon box from his pocket and pointed at Julius Reed, "Can you let me explain?"

"The moment you submitted to the Undead Tribe, the outcome was already determined."

Julius Reed said nothing more.

Some people might have been forced by pressure to become lackeys.

But some people choose to be lackeys willingly.

"If I let you go back, you’ll still be my enemies in the future." Julius Reed slashed in the air, directly severing the man’s arm. "I never show mercy to my enemies."

"Hiss..."

The martial artist from Town looked at his bleeding arm, cold sweat covering his forehead from the pain.

That strike was too fast!

He didn’t even see what happened.

"Brothers, since ancient times, there has been only one road up Uriah Mount! Now, it’s either we die or they perish! Town folks, have some spine! Kill!"

Vinnie Somerset drew the longsword from his waist, shouting out loud!

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The martial artists from the Town, like beasts cornered into desperation, began to fight desperately!

Meanwhile, Vinnie Somerset, who had just spoken strong words, took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Five minutes later.

The ground was littered with severed limbs.

The martial artists from Town who came to the graveyard were kneeling on the ground with both arms severed, faces filled with terror.

Julius Reed had said he would leave none of them standing, but he still showed mercy.

"From now on, be a regular person. If you dare meddle in the martial arts world again, it will be your heads rolling."

He sheathed his longsword, his eyes sweeping over one panicked face after another, waving his hand, "Get lost!"

"Thank you for sparing us!"

The martial artists from Town, forgetting the pain of their lost arms, knelt on the ground, expressing their gratitude.

So ironic.

The immortals, all dead.

These ordinary people, however, survived.

"What’s going on?"

Suddenly.

The door was pushed open again.

The wild wind gusted into the room, bringing a chill.

Horre Jackson, leading his people, stormed in aggressively.

"If you damage something, you must pay for it..." He stopped halfway through his sentence as he saw the ground littered with severed limbs, and his scalp went numb.

What the hell...

Is this a psycho killer?

"Who are you?" Elaenor Wood walked over with a smile, terrifying Horre Jackson into stepping back repeatedly.

"Stay away! Young man, you’re dishonoring martial ethics, trying to sneak attack this old comrade! I’m warning you, you’d better stay away from me!" Horre Jackson wasn’t dumb.

He dared to get angry at Vinnie Somerset because the ancestors of the Somerset Family were all buried in this cemetery.

If Vinnie Somerset dared to harm him, the people of the Funeral Alliance Association would surely dig up the Somerset family’s ancestral tombs!

Dragging the corpses out to feed the wolves.

The snow wolves of the Northern Border, they don’t even pass bones when they defecate.

If any corpses are thrown out, they will surely be utterly destroyed.

But these two in front of him...

They looked unfamiliar!

He wasn’t sure if their ancestral tombs were on his property.

Without those, things could get tricky.

Horre Jackson instinctively took two steps back, cold sweat dripping down his forehead when his gaze fell on those martial artists.

He recognized every one of these Town martial artists.

In this city that revered martial arts, martial artists held an incredibly high status, second only to the funeral industry.

But now...

Each had their hands chopped off, kneeling on the ground, sobbing.

Even if Horre Jackson were a fool, he could sense that something was off.

"I am the Chairman of the Town Funeral Alliance Association, Horre Jackson! You’ve caused damage to property fighting in our funeral alliance office, what do you suggest should be done?"

By the end of his sentence, Horre Jackson’s confidence was completely gone.

These two were truly terrifying!

One black and one white, like Black and White Impermanence.

"Funeral Alliance?" Julius Reed walked slowly up to Horre Jackson, using his bloodstained hands to touch Horre Jackson’s face, "Alright then, name your price."

"F-Five hundred taels of gold!" Horre Jackson was very apprehensive.

The more the other side acted like this, the more fear crept upon him.

The Funeral Alliance Association controlled the northern funeral industry, but their real capabilities were weak.

To put it bluntly, they were all talk and no action.

The only formidable part was the Northern Funeral Alliance Funeral Procession.

It was filled with top-notch experts!

But the Funeral Procession was situated in Gold City, the core city of the Northern Border.

It was more than 500 kilometers from here.

The Town Funeral Association didn’t have anyone who could fight.

"Five hundred taels of gold?" Upon hearing the price, Julius Reed wasn’t as angry as Horre Jackson had imagined. Instead, he turned around and walked to the martial artists, "Will you pay this money?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The normally swaggering Town martial artists now nodded desperately, clutching at this lifeline.

"Chairman Horre, now that someone is covering the cost, could you please step outside for a moment?" Julius Reed asked Horre Jackson politely.

As expected, Devlin was worried and had brought the real Break Sky Knife along when he came.

Otherwise, the "Opening Sky Book" would never have displayed the image of the Break Sky Knife.

But as for where...

Julius Reed glanced around. The hall was empty, seemingly lacking places to hide things.

"Young man, the way you put it is problematic! This is our Town Funeral Association office, and you, an outsider, are telling me, the owner, to leave?" Horre Jackson gained confidence when he saw the other party so reasonable.

"Chairman Horre, you unwilling?"

Julius Reed squinted his eyes, suddenly drawing the Great Zhou Lanye Sword!

Slash!

A glint of cold light flashed!

Terrified, Horre Jackson staggered and fell to the ground.

Members of the funeral association rushed up to help this elder.

"What do you intend to do! I’m warning you..."

Clang!

Before Horre Jackson could finish speaking!

The Great Zhou Lanye Sword plunged into the ground!

The entire hall floor exploded instantaneously!

"Oh my god!" Horre Jackson quickly got up from the ground, running out without looking back.

Afraid that if he were a moment too late, he would be chopped up.

"You all, leave as well. Don’t forget to pay Chairman Horre the funeral expenses." Julius Reed waved his hand, and the Town martial artists gratefully thanked and used all their strength to run out.

After everyone left.

Only a pile of office desks and chairs remained in the room.

"Let’s look around."

Elaenor Wood opened the "Opening Sky Book," pointing at the shape of the Break Sky Knife depicted in it, "Logically, as long as this item is nearby, it shouldn’t disappear, right?"

"Theoretically, yes." Julius Reed held the "Opening Sky Book" in his hands, examining the image of the imposing longsword, squinting his eyes gradually.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the person who forged the Break Sky Knife was either the leader of the Undead Tribe or the mortal enemy of the Undead Tribe.

Five thousand years ago!

Julius Reed forcefully suppressed the emperors in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance restroom, erasing the traces of the Undead Tribe from this world.

Birth, old age, sickness, and death, the cycle of the Heavenly Dao.

These entities weren’t meant to exist in this world.

Now, he intended to erase the Undead Tribe from the world once and for all!

Uproot them completely!

"Let’s split up and search." Elaenor Wood looked at the large room and the plethora of office desks and chairs, feeling a headache!

"Fools use clumsy methods."

Julius Reed sneered with disdain, pulling up the Great Zhou Lanye Sword!

He swung it forward fiercely!

Whoosh!

Netherfire shot forth violently!

The entire room, along with all the tables and chairs, was shattered to pieces!

An enormous fire ignited!