Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1607: Chapter 1607: Press for Answers

Instruction?

The martial artists present from Boulevard Mountain instantly perked up!

Their heads had been sliced open.

Their faces were cut.

Instruction?

This was face-riding humiliation!

"Holy Master... This is not the Holy Master! Why is the face beneath so pale?" someone spoke out first.

Some of them had seen the Holy Master before.

Even those who hadn’t, saw them just now.

But two faces?

Everyone understood.

The trickery was undeniable.

"So, the Holy Master supported by the Caldwell Family was fake!"

"Just as I guessed, the Caldwell Family wanted to command all the alliances through the Holy Master!"

"Deceit!"

Feelings of anger and discontent quickly spread!

"Thief, so daring to spoil my plans!"

Han Caldwell drew his sword with his right hand and slashed forward fiercely!

Clang!

The longsword split the wooden table into two!

But Pranay Martinez had disappeared.

Only a black cloth shirt was left behind.

"Search!" Han Caldwell was trembling with rage, his teeth gritting loudly: "Today, even if we turn Boulevard’s snow upside down, we must catch them!"

Crack!

He swung his sword to chop a nearby pillar into two!

Breathing heavily!

"Today, if anyone dares to leak a word, I will exterminate their family!" Han Caldwell walked step by step to the center, shouting furiously: "Did you hear!"

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The martial artists of Boulevard Mountain had legs faltering, faces drenched in cold sweat.

"Truly fake..." Olindo Caldwell muttered to himself, losing focus for a brief second.

It seemed the twisted man hadn’t lied.

If it was truly like this...

Olindo Caldwell glanced at Han Caldwell, feeling that thought for the first time.

...

"Is the Holy Master dead?" Julius Reed raised his wine glass and clinked with Elaenor Wood’s, laughing: "I’m curious, who did this?"

"Maybe it was your friend," Elaenor Wood picked up a peanut, chewing while drinking: "Otherwise, who could kill on Boulevard Mountain and leave at ease?"

"Did they not catch anyone?" Julius Reed became more curious.

There indeed seemed to be such interesting people in the world.

"Doing good deeds without leaving a name, in these times, such people are really rare!"

Hearing this, Elaenor Wood was somewhat surprised: "It wasn’t you arranging it, or your friend?"

News of the incident at Boulevard Mountain had reached Elaenor Wood quickly.

He hadn’t slept for those hundreds of years at Boulevard Mountain for nothing.

The Medicine King Valley had guarded over there for centuries, naturally knowing some friends.

It was precisely these people who secretly sent Zain Ellsworth information after leaving the Caldwell Family.

"Me?" Julius Reed pointed at himself, shaking his head: "Come on, I have friends? I only have enemies. But I’m quite curious who did it today."

To act in Caldwell’s Mansion, the heart of Boulevard Mountain!

Before Han Caldwell, slicing the fake Holy Master’s head open, tearing the mask Gabriel Abernathy prepared apart.

Yet escape freely!

Buzz!

Just then, his phone rang.

As expected.

It was a message from Gabriel Abernathy.

No such person found.

Simple four words, nevertheless made Julius Reed more curious.

Even Night Fairy couldn’t trace any clues, obviously showing a problem.

"With the fake Holy Master dead now, what’s your plan," Elaenor Wood slumped in the chair, asked wearily: "The fake Holy Master is dead, your plan has failed."

As per the originally designed plan, Julius Reed planned to strike during the battle involving the fake Holy Master supported by Han Caldwell and Cold Nelson, killing the fake and taking their place.

But now, the fake Holy Master is dead.

"What they needed was merely the title of Holy Master, not perfect execution." Julius Reed pointed at the empty glass before him, saying: "No wine left."

Elaenor Wood cast a resentful glance, filling the glass.

"The plan at Boulevard Mountain won’t change. Now it seems likely Han Caldwell wants to oppose the Undead Tribe and replace the Emperor."

Julius Reed downed the drink, helplessly shaking his head: "Overestimating oneself. The Emperor’s power, how can they compare?"

The Emperor, suppressed in the restroom years ago, indeed wasn’t easy.

In Julius Reed’s heart, they could be considered a worthy opponent.

"Has there been news from the West Sea gods about Quella Radcliffe?" Elaenor Wood suddenly asked.

According to the plan, Quella Radcliffe, disguised by the West Sea gods, remained beside Devlin.

"Wait." Julius Reed looked at the Break Sky Knife in his hand, then flipped through "Opening Sky Book," examining the contours within.

Uncertain of what he was pondering.

Meanwhile.

Swimming City.

This city had been cleansed by war, slaughtered by the Undead Tribe, long devoid of past vitality.

The once grand city of evil had lost seventy percent of its population.

Only less than thirty percent remained, barely surviving.

In former times, the City Lord’s Mansion fell into shambles; even birds were unwilling to shit there.

Two figures flashed by.

Disappearing into the City Lord’s Mansion.

After ensuring they hadn’t been discovered, they opened a door in the City Lord’s Mansion, pushing the wall!

Entering the secret chamber!

"Sylvan, can we do this?" Ian Jorden looked around cautiously.

"Isn’t this what we worked hard for, today?" Isabella Warm took a small dagger, traversing the narrow passage till reaching the dark room.

That coffin still remained.

The Spirit-Binding Coffin!

Seemingly hearing footsteps, the person inside slightly opened their eyes.

"You’re here again?" The man lying in the Spirit-Binding Coffin, unnaturally pale-faced, spoke weakly: "Give it up, for years, if I were to speak, I would have already said it."

He turned his head, just spotting Isabella Warm and Ian Jorden, then closed his eyes.

Used to it.

"I want to talk." Isabella Warm crossed her arms, standing before the Spirit-Binding Coffin, looking at the pale Undead Tribe man inside, also the former City Lord of Swimming City, started speaking: "Tell me, who sent you."

The man chuckled without answering.

"This time, it’s different from before." Isabella Warm drew the dagger!

Stabbed down fiercely!

"Damn it! What’s this ghost thing?" The man abruptly sat up, shouting in pain!

It hurt!

That burning pain!

"This thing is just for you!" Isabella Warm pulled out the dagger, stabbing it again!

Pssh!

The knife pierced the man’s body, yet there was no blood.

Only, the muscles surrounding the wound began rapidly rotting!

In such a short amount of time, the man’s legs were nearly decayed...

"This is..."

Seeing their mutilated body, the man appeared extremely miserable!

"Have you heard of Break Sky?" Isabella Warm waved the dagger slightly against the man’s leg.

While the man’s face had long turned hideous!

It hurt!

Pain like never before!

"This isn’t Break Sky Knife! How’s it possible Break Sky Knife is a dagger!" The man wailed hysterically.

"You guessed right! Though this isn’t Break Sky Knife, it’s made from its materials! Say, who sent you!" Isabella Warm pulled out the dagger, stabbing into the man’s shoulder!

"Ah! Eliezer Pine! It was Eliezer Pine! Eliezer Pine sent me... she’s also from the Undead Tribe..." The man finally couldn’t endure anymore, shouting: "It’s her! She arranged for me to come! Please, spare me!"