Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1323: Preaching

"Young man, you are quite interesting." Marcel Reed sheathed his Longsword, confidently following behind.

"Quanell Reed, you should have killed him..." Marshal seemed a bit anxious on the side.

It would have been best if they could kill the son-in-law.

The North Sea left Deep Cold destitute and desperate like a stray dog. If they could eliminate the instigator before them, they would certainly gain the support of a sect.

Then, Deep Cold would reclaim their position as the top Boss of the martial world.

And the North Sea, without the support of the son-in-law, would inevitably become a target for all.

But if they did not kill...

There would be endless trouble later.

"Fighting and killing is boring." Marcel Reed waved his hand, saying indifferently, "Peace is most precious."

"But just now in the courtyard, when you took down the... " If he were not overpowered, Marshal really wanted to slap Marcel Reed.

Now he’s talking about how peace is most precious.

When he killed the Arhat just a while ago, didn’t Taoist Reed value peace then?

"That was an evil monk; it is within my responsibilities as a Taoist to vanquish demons and eliminate evil!" Marcel Reed followed behind Julius Reed, curious to see what medicine the youngster was selling in his gourd.

The other members of Deep Cold conscientiously stepped aside.

Everyone is human; fear of death is instinctual.

Even though strapped with explosives, no one had the courage to detonate first.

Isn’t living a good thing?

If Marcel Reed truly took care of the North Sea’s son-in-law, they would all take a long sigh of relief.

Some had already decided that, should they luckily survive, they would wash their hands clean of their old life and live peacefully from now on.

Even the world’s number one Shadow Warrior organization was unsafe; what motivation did they have to continue on?

Money is hard to earn, life is hard to enjoy.

"Young man, what do you want to talk about?" After arriving at a vast open space, Marcel Reed patted Julius Reed’s shoulder: "Lad, you are so young and already possess such formidable skills. It’s best to hide your light and not spoil a bright future with rash actions."

"Taoist, why do you say that?" Julius Reed turned around and gently pushed his hand away: "Shouldn’t a young man be spirited?"

"Not at all!"

Marcel Reed shook his head, his face full of kind smiles: "Today, if you faced anyone else, you would certainly be dead! Dead men have no value. Only in living is there meaning."

"You won’t kill me?" Julius Reed asked in surprise: "It seems that you must be a helper summoned by Marshal, receiving quite handsome rewards, right?"

From the expressions on the faces of those from Deep Cold, he could make out the hint.

Getting paid to do a job is natural.

But this old Taoist is indeed interesting.

"Fifty billion, in US Dollars." Marcel Reed chuckled: "Taoist Reed does not care much for money, but if it’s there, I’ll take it. After all, no one ever complains of having too much, right?"

"That’s true."

Julius Reed thought for a moment; no one in the world, other than himself, should ever think there’s too much money.

"Lad, do you know why I left Northern Mount and came to this place where even pee freezes?" Marcel Reed seemed to be cold and kept rubbing his hands.

"Here!"

Julius Reed took off his own leather gloves and tossed them to him: "At your age, you’re courting death for money? Fifty billion may be a lot, but if I were to kill you, it would be as good as nothing."

If it were someone else, he would have drawn his sword and killed them already.

He couldn’t be bothered with idle talk.

But this old Taoist seems to be quite an interesting person.

Especially that identity from Northern Mount, which made him not in a rush to act.

Back when Julius Reed went to Northern Mount for cultivation, he had a fairly good impression of these Taoists.

They understood awe and had the Dao in their hearts.

"Young and reckless!" The old Taoist shook his head, whispering: "I’m here because of you."

"Because of me?"

Julius Reed was more and more puzzled as he listened; he had already changed his face, the other party couldn’t recognize him.

Was it because he was impersonating the North Sea’s son-in-law that it got exposed?

But that was impossible!

Elaenor Wood may have wanted to kill him, but she was indeed a lady of honor.

She would definitely not stoop to such petty tricks.

"Indeed! Because of you!" Marcel Reed put on the gloves, seemingly much warmer: "Thank you, lad. I’ve actually heard about you a long time ago. You’ve got an outstanding edge, first slaying Mad Dragon, then crushing the prestige of the West Sea. A talent, one in a thousand years!"

The old Taoist raised his thumb, somewhat regretful: "But your personality is too flamboyant. If killed at such a young age, I’d feel such pity! My master, the Western Emperor, once said that for the inheritance of cultivation techniques, only with selflessness can one achieve greater mastery."

"Your master? The Immortal?" Julius Reed chuckled softly.

He indeed had said such things.

Many sects guard against the leakage of their ultimate techniques, resulting in the continuous loss of peerless cultivation techniques.

Such actions not only failed to solidify the sect’s standing but actually led to the decline of some old-established sects.

When Julius Reed was in Northern Mount, after demonstrating a few moves, he had made this observation.

But unexpectedly, the old Taoist took it to be an axiom.

"Right! The Immortal, the Western Emperor. I’ve traveled from afar to save your life. Let’s leave. If anyone else were here, they would’ve been eager to kill a junior like you!" Marcel Reed gestured, urging: "Hurry up! From now on, keep a low profile. Remember, there is always someone stronger, there are always higher heavens."

"I heard that the Dusty Platform is going to hold the Sky Ranking Tournament? Many Grandmasters will attend to compete for the rankings!" Julius Reed suddenly changed the topic.

"That’s right, do you want to go? It used to be okay in past years. But this year, there’s a cloud of masters. You must be careful; someone wants you dead!" Marcel Reed admonished, "Don’t covet false reputations. Improving oneself is the right path."

"You misunderstand me." Julius Reed looked at the longsword in the elder’s hand and said lightly, "I want you to take first place."

"I’d like that too!" The Taoist was initially stunned, then burst into laughter, "Although Li has been taught by the Immortal, my aptitude is dull and I’ve only grasped the surface. If I really went, I might bring shame upon my master."

Very honest, without any pretense.

If you can’t win, you can’t win.

"Could you demonstrate?"

Julius Reed smiled, "I want to open my eyes and see how a disciple of the Immortal makes a move."

"Very well! Junior, watch carefully!" Marcel Reed fiercely raised his sword!

Whoosh!

Snowflakes filled the sky, frozen in mid-air.

As if paused in time!

"Condense!"

The Taoist roared!

The snowflakes in the air were seemingly attracted by a strong force, sticking directly to the sword!

"Fight!"

Marcel Reed pointed forward violently!

The snow sword, formed from the condensed snowflakes, broke free from the longsword and shot straight into a wall not far away!

Boom!

A large hole appeared in the castle.

"Huh!"

The Taoist let out a long breath, his complexion somewhat ashen.

Clearly, this sword strike took a lot of effort.

But not to bring shame to his master, he put his all into it!

"Not bad, but you must know, this sword’s power lies in its intention, not the form!"

Julius Reed spoke softly, "Watch carefully! Bring out your perceptive ability! Understand the dominance of this sword!"

With these words!

He reached out into the void!

Boom!

In front of him—

A swath of snow about half a meter wide and around three meters long was pulled up in the air!

Crack!

The snow rapidly compressed and solidified, eventually becoming the size of a palm!

"This sword, it can break through anything!"

Having said that.

He flicked his right hand, and the snow sword shot through the air!

Hitting the southeastern corner of the castle directly!

The Ragweed King, who had set up cannons to bombard Julius Reed, was instantly buried under the rubble.

The wall collapsed significantly.

"Understanding this sword, I hope to see your name at the top of the Sky Ranking." Julius Reed said with a faint smile, "This, I leave to you."

"We..."

"Shush." Julius Reed, seeing Marcel Reed at a loss, whispered, "The Immortal takes many forms, you needn’t be surprised."

Swoosh!

Before the words fell, he leaped into the sky and vanished from the headquarters castle.

"We... Western Emperor..." Marcel Reed cried with tears streaming down.

That sword strike was indeed the Western Emperor’s move from Northern Mount!

Utterly domineering!

"Quanell Reed, why let him go!" Seeing the Boss of The North Sea leave, the Marshal quickly came forward, somewhat angrily said, "Such a good opportu..."

Swoosh!

Marcel Reed drew his sword and sheathed it.

All in one go.

The whole action took less than half a second.

"Is it your place to meddle in my business?"

After speaking, he closed his eyes to ponder that sword strike.

Thump!

Behind him.

The Marshal’s head fell to the ground, and his blood stained the snow red.