Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1606: Chapter 1606: Lack of Morality in Combat

"I heard that the Grandmaster from Demarco Mount is in the Caldwell Family!"

"I heard the same thing. But apparently, the Grandmaster of the Caldwell Family is the previous Grandmaster. The current one from Demarco Mount is called Cold Nelson."

"What does the Caldwell Family mean by this today? They even summoned Boulevard, making us all come here."

The main hall of the Dark Moon Pavilion is over a thousand square meters!

The architectural style here maintains a sense of antiquity.

At first glance, it quite resembles the royal style of the Han and Tang dynasties.

However, the dragon-patterned columns here have become moon wolves.

The pairs of scarlet eyes are intimidating!

Perhaps, apart from Boulevard Caldwell Family, no other family would adopt such a dark red style in their main hall.

The ceiling lights are also blood red.

Many martial artists visiting Caldwell Family for the first time felt nervous, thinking they had entered a mortal hell.

But once they sat down, they could appreciate the painstaking effort of Caldwell Family’s ancestors.

The ceiling lights, though replaced with modern electric lights, still looked like a blood moon when viewed from below.

And the tables and chairs are painted with wolves.

"I heard that the old ancestor of Caldwell Family is immortal. This time, they might want to use the former Grandmaster to control the feudal lords."

"If I remember correctly, the old ancestor of Caldwell Family should be more than five hundred years old. Even a Great Grandmaster’s limit is usually around four hundred years! It seems they must have obtained some opportunity."

"What’s more intriguing is that the Family Head of Caldwell Family suddenly died from a strange disease?"

The explanation given by Boulevard Caldwell Family is that on the night before the ancestor’s return, the original Family Head died suddenly from a strange disease.

Such words might fool a child.

All the people present are as sharp as a tack, how could they believe it?

Martial artists, especially those at the Great Grandmaster level, hardly ever get sick.

Moreover, as the boss of Boulevard, even if the Family Head fell ill, he absolutely wouldn’t die so quickly.

Add to this the fact that Caldwell Family showed no signs of mourning.

The Family Head died, but no white cloth was hung at the door.

The servitors of Caldwell Family had all been replaced, and none of them had a mournful demeanor.

Everyone seemed cheerful, as if they were celebrating something. noveldrama

The whole mansion was filled with a harmonious atmosphere.

"Speak quietly, if the Caldwell Family people hear us, we’re at risk of losing our heads," the Boulevard martial artists watched carefully and spoke cautiously.

No one could guarantee that there weren’t Caldwell Family spies among them.

Suddenly.

The Dark Moon Palace fell silent.

Everyone’s eyes turned to the entrance.

They saw a young man in a yellow robe, walking boldly towards the Dark Moon Palace surrounded by a group of people.

"The former Grandmaster of Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Julius Reed?" someone whispered.

"Probably. Look, the old ancestor of Caldwell Family is behind him. Such a grand display!"

Nine golden dragon flags lined up, four to the left, four to the right, and one behind.

Beside the man stood four maids in perfect ranks.

Each elegant and beautiful.

Upon entering, he exuded an imposing manner!

The man sat in the central position of the main hall, surveying the room silently.

Han Caldwell stood behind him and opened his mouth slowly, "Ladies and gentlemen, I now formally introduce the man beside me. I’m sure there’s no need for me to state his identity as you’ve all guessed it. The Grandmaster of Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Julius Reed!"

The man nodded, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Cold!

Taciturn.

"While the Grandmaster was in seclusion, he was harmed by villains, and it is only now that his strength has been restored. That traitor Cold Nelson has seized power in Demarco Mount! Today, Boulevard is fortunate to support the Grandmaster’s grand endeavor of restoration; it’s a perfect opportunity!"

Han Caldwell raised both hands, half-kneeling in front of the man, gently bowing, "May the Grandmaster reign for ten thousand years!"

"May the Grandmaster reign for ten thousand years!"

The others witnessed this scene and immediately stood up, came to the center of the main hall, and bowed!

"Very well. When I return to Demarco Mount, all of you will be credited! Those who kill Cold Nelson and his followers will be granted land and title! Anyone who slays the rebel leaders of Demarco Mount will take their place! The rest will be rewarded by Mr. Caldwell based on merit!"

The man waved his hand slightly, speaking calmly, "Rise."

"Thank you, Grandmaster!" Han Caldwell stood up first, allowing the other martial artists to rise.

The Boulevard martial artists were quite familiar with the affairs of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

They also knew that Cold Nelson had rebelled and declared himself the new Grandmaster, rallying a large number of people.

Now that the Grandmaster himself had spoken, they were tempted by the prospect of gaining land and title and becoming leaders.

"The reason for setting up the trial outside is that the opportunity is only given to a few! And you, are excellent martial artists!" Han Caldwell stood beside the man and declared ambitiously, "Tomorrow, we announce to the world! Our Boulevard will uphold the orthodoxy and respectfully send the Grandmaster back to Demarco Mount! Any alliances along the way that submit shall not be killed. Those who do not submit will be exterminated!"

"May the Grandmaster reign for ten thousand years!"

The martial artists of Boulevard shouted again!

"Begin the banquet!" Han Caldwell gestured, and Caldwell Family servitors immediately began serving dishes and pouring wine.

Songs and dances also commenced.

"Is that the Grandmaster?" Hayden Caldwell sitting in the front row, looked at the young man and couldn’t help but ask her sister, "He looks rather handsome. Who would’ve thought that at such a young age, he could become a hegemon."

Since the Grandmaster entered the hall, the sisters had been observing.

Reflecting on the words of that strange man, Olindo Caldwell had to consider the future.

"But that person said the current Grandmaster is fake," Olindo Caldwell whispered into Hayden Caldwell’s ear, "Don’t speak of tonight’s events to anyone. Only you and I know about it, understand?"

"Understood."

Hayden Caldwell nodded, but her eyes remained fixed on the man.

Very peculiar.

The man’s movements seemed stiff and unnatural.

"I’ve heard the Grandmaster is invincible, can he show us a feat today?"

A voice broke the silence.

Pranay Martinez stood from his seat, smiling as he held a wine glass, and looked at the man claiming to be the Grandmaster, "The cultivation technique of Demarco Mount is the best in the world, maybe you can show us a bit, and let us witness it as a favor."

After he finished speaking, all martial artists had a look of anticipation.

That’s the Grandmaster!

It was said he could pluck the sun and moon, cut mountains and rivers with his sword!

"Sister, it’s him!" Hayden Caldwell spoke before Olindo Caldwell swiftly covered her mouth.

She wanted to see what this pervert was going to do.

The man claiming to be the Grandmaster froze momentarily, his drinking action also stiffened.

"You fool!"

Han Caldwell’s face changed slightly!

He pointed at Pranay Martinez, speaking harshly, "Is the revered Grandmaster of Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance some kind of street performer?"

After his words, the martial artists shook their heads one after another.

No chance to witness it.

"If that’s the case, then I shall perform and ask the Grandmaster to critique my swordsmanship!"

Pranay Martinez walked to the center of the main hall, and those dancing girls immediately scattered.

"Please instruct!"

Swoosh!

Pranay Martinez drew his sword!

Cold glint flashed!

Dazzling!

Making everyone subconsciously close their eyes!

When they opened their eyes, Pranay Martinez was already before the man!

A sword pierced!

The man’s face was slashed!

Another flick!

The mask instantly shattered.

Revealing a completely different face!

"I’m a cultured man, not seeking martial virtue," Pranay Martinez planted a foot on the man’s shattered face, "Let’s instruct."