Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1313: Offering

"Brother Johan, the tune of your zither seems somewhat sorrowful. Could it be that you’ve taken a fancy to a lady and you’re pining in secret?"

"Darian! Stop teasing your senior brother! But indeed, I’ve recently fallen for a woman. Sadly, she is a girl from the Brothel!"

"In this world, is there a woman that our Shu Mountain cannot have? However, if the Sect Leader hears you playing such a decadent tune in the Zither Garden, I’m afraid you’ll be criticized!"

"Playing the zither, painting, they are all pastimes! There is no high or low in martial arts, nor is there noble or vulgar in music! Even though my skills are not as good as my junior brothers, I, Johan Yarrow, vow to be the number one zither master of Shu Mountain!"

Zither Garden.

Several elders played their zithers here, in an era of great peace and prosperity.

"Report!"

Suddenly!

An urgent voice disrupted the festive and harmonious atmosphere within the Zither Garden.

"What’s the matter!" Darian Yarrow pointed at that disciple, scolding angrily: "How audacious! Your panic disrupts our refined mood! Guards, take him away and execute him with a cane beating!"

"Ah! Junior brother, do not be so hot-tempered!" Johan Yarrow continued to play the zither while soothingly speaking to Darian Yarrow: "He’s just an ordinary disciple, not able to remain unflustered in the face of calamity as we do. It’s quite normal. Otherwise, it should be them playing the zither here, and we should be the ones kneeling over there."

"Senior brother speaks wisely!" Darian Yarrow said with a smile, then immediately put on a stern face and looked towards that disciple: "Scram! Do this again, and your dog life won’t be spared!"

But the Shu Mountain disciple knelt on the ground with no intention of leaving.

"The Sect Leader... Is the Sect Leader not here?"

It seemed he didn’t hear Darian Yarrow’s words, as he dully raised his head, his pale face covered in sweat.

"How dare you!" This time, Darian Yarrow was thoroughly enraged!

He stepped forward and lifted the Shu Mountain disciple with one hand, asked ferociously: "Dare you show disrespect to me?"

"Junior brother, it’s not worth getting angry over such people," Johan Yarrow continued to play the zither, speaking calmly: "Young man, learn to be steady. If you want to stand out in Shu Mountain, you must understand how to conduct yourself."

The music from the zither was melodious, occasionally wailing with sorrow.

Johan Yarrow’s hands never stopped strumming as his face showed rapture.

"Elders, a great army of tens of thousands is pressing up against Shu Mountain from outside!" It seemed that the disciple had finally come to his senses as he said this with terror: "Tens of thousands of troops! Like dark clouds, they’re at the gates of Shu Mountain!"

Clang!

Johan Yarrow’s hand trembled, and the zither string snapped!

"What did you say!"

He abruptly stood up and walked over quickly: "Who are they from!"

"I don’t know... All the disciples outside were killed!" The Shu Mountain disciple spoke in panic, with an indescribable fear in his eyes.

"Let’s go, take a look!" Johan Yarrow could not care about maintaining composure or the words he had just spoken.

He hurriedly walked, nearly tripping over the threshold.

"Damn threshold!"

Crack!

Johan Yarrow turned and kicked the threshold fiercely, shattering it!

Then, he strode toward the entrance of the inner courtyard.

The other Shu Mountain elders scattered, some busy sending messages, some busy looking for the Sect Leader.

"Senior brother, who are they!" Darian Yarrow followed close behind, asking aloud: "Could it be that the Shu Mountain disciple was mistaken and falsely reported military intelligence?"

"Impossible!" Johan Yarrow walked faster, his breathing becoming equally rapid: "Didn’t you hear what he said? The disciples at the base of the mountain, they’ve all been killed! Could that be an illusion?"

The two chatted casually but had already arrived at the entrance of the inner courtyard.

"Let’s check it out first! Whether it’s true or false will be clear at a glance!" Johan Yarrow took a deep breath, ready to pull open the gate!

Boom!

But just as he stepped in front of the door, not yet moving to open it!

A long spear directly pierced through the thick wooden door!

"Be careful!" Darian Yarrow was about to shout a warning when Johan Yarrow had already forcefully retreated several steps, alarm in his eyes!

Crack.

The wooden door collapsed with a thunderous crash.

A man wearing golden armor, mounted on a silver-clad warhorse, holding a long spear, stood at the door.

"I am from the Imperial Bloodline, come to take the head of the Sect Leader of Shu Mountain."

The man spoke coldly.

"You... You’re from the Imperial Bloodline?" Darian Yarrow was petrified!

He peeked outside.

Everywhere his gaze landed—

There were only the armored Cavalry!

A dense sea of them, their numbers indistinguishable, like dark clouds!

"It seems Shu Mountain indeed did not take my Imperial Bloodline’s words to heart." The man held the long spear, pointing at Darian Yarrow: "Then I shall start with you. I’ll slaughter my way through, using the blood of Shu Mountain to appease the emperor’s wrath!"

"You..."

Darian Yarrow was still in shock when a long spear already swept across!

He hastily drew his sword!

Clang!

The impact of the long spear against the blade made Darian Yarrow stumble several steps back.

Even as an Elder of Shu Mountain, he was so easily repelled?

Johan Yarrow was stunned.

This man seemed as strong as the Sect Leader!

"General!" Johan Yarrow clasped his hands together in a salute, with a face full of reverence: "Spare us under your spear! There must be some misunderstanding here, please allow me to report to the Sect Leader!"

"Spare you?"

The corners of the man’s mouth lifted slightly, and his long spear thrust forward fiercely!

"Don’t push people too far!" Johan Yarrow swiftly drew his Longsword!

As a reputable elder of Shushan and a grandmaster of a prominent sect, how could he be slaughtered at will?

Clang!

A streak of firelight flashed by.

Johan Yarrow nearly stumbled and fell to the ground.

The force was too strong!

"Together!"

Johan Yarrow looked towards Darian Yarrow and steeled his heart!

To be so humiliated in his own territory!

Whoosh!

Before Darian Yarrow could respond, the man launched into the air, dismounting from his horse!

The long spear in his hand chopped down rapidly!

Snap!

The sword held in front of Darian Yarrow was directly smashed apart!

The tip of the spear pierced through his body, stained with a hint of blood.

Thud!

The person who was still alive just a moment ago was now bisected, falling to the ground.

Johan Yarrow was stunned.

Clang!

His Longsword dropped from his hand, and he knelt on both knees.

"General, I beg for mercy!"

Who even is this?

It’s like a god descending to earth!

So powerful that Johan Yarrow no longer dared to resist!

"Beg for mercy?" The man sneered coldly: "First, ask my horse."

After speaking, he walked over to the warhorse clad in silver armor and said, "Widow, his life or death, you decide."

The warhorse neighed!

After a low cry, it suddenly lifted its front hooves!

Snap!

Johan Yarrow looked up, only to see two horse hooves coming down on him.

Next, his head was crushed.

A complete mess.

"Where’s the Sect Leader?"

Someone peering through a spyglass, witnessing the scene at the gate, was so scared they almost wet their pants.

"In Norbert Yarrow’s room! Hurry! Call the Sect Leader!"

The Shushan people, now stripped of any semblance of their grandmaster’s composure!

They ran to the door of Norbert Yarrow’s room in a sorry state, and before they could knock, the door was thrown open.

"Sect Leader..."

One of them began to inquire about the Sect Leader’s whereabouts, but his words froze halfway.

In Norbert Yarrow’s hands was Ellison Yarrow’s severed head.

"Let’s go, hoping to survive this ordeal!"

Ignoring the panicked expressions of his fellow disciples, Norbert Yarrow carried a wooden box and strode toward the gate.

Just then, a dark mass of troops, like a long dragon, arrived in front of the Nine-Star Palace.

The people of Shushan were all stunned.

Their legs went soft, devoid of their usual lofty demeanor.

"Shushan has offered Ellison Yarrow’s head in accordance with the royal bloodline pact!"

Thump!

Norbert Yarrow took the lead in kneeling, lifting the wooden box containing Ellison Yarrow’s head above his head.

"Oh?"

Before him, the man mounted on a Mont Horse, used his Longsword to lift Ellison Yarrow’s head slowly.

After confirming it was the right one, together with the head, he hurled the spear!

Boom!

The Longsword shattered the plaque of the Nine-Star Palace, piercing into the hall, severing all pillars!

And then!

The Nine-Star Palace, symbolizing a thousand years of Shushan’s history, collapsed with a thunderous fall, turning into ruins.

"Leave."

After doing all this.

The man coldly uttered and rode away.

The Cavalry receded like the tide.

After the royal army had departed, the Shushan elders all collapsed to the ground.

Losing control of their bowels and bladders.

Only Norbert Yarrow fared slightly better.

Three hundred years ago, his grandfather had saved many lives of the Gate of Heaven and Earth in the same manner.