Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1342: Life Gamble

Julius Reed perfectly exemplified the concept of stopping at the right moment.

The reason he went in so deep is that if he went any further, the man’s hand would be severed.

And the table would shatter into pieces from the force it could not withstand.

But now, it was just right.

Blood continuously seeped out from the center of River Marsh’s palm.

He wanted to move.

But as soon as he exerted strength in his wrist, the sharp scalpel tore through the flesh.

Drip-drop.

Blood dripped down the table and onto the floor.

"Delaney, you sure have a lot of nerve!"

Finally, even Nicholas Pendleton could hardly stand it anymore.

He dropped his previously jolly demeanor, speaking with a chilling tone: "Don’t be ungrateful! In the Nine Paths, it’s not your turn to be in charge!"

No sooner had the words fallen, a troop of guards rushed in through the door.

When they saw River Marsh kneeling on the ground, grimacing in pain, all the guards were taken aback.

"Ungrateful?"

Julius Reed took off his broad-brimmed hat, revealing the face of Solaris Grove beneath.

"You..."

Geogre Four was shocked, then overjoyed: "Big brother, he really is a fake!"

Seeing that his deep grudge was about to be avenged, he felt incredibly satisfied.

Strangers who trespass the Nine Paths are met with death!

Moreover, the presence of Delaney’s Jade Pendant on this person indicated that Delaney was most likely dead for good.

Nicholas Pendleton’s expression changed subtly, his right hand resting on his waist, ready to draw his hidden weapon at any moment.

"Where’s Delaney?"

He asked aloud.

It was always necessary to get clarity before taking action.

"Dead." Julius Reed flicked his hat forward.

Swish!

The sharp brim of the hat cleanly sliced through River Marsh’s throat.

What a pity, he had escaped death at the hands of Deep Cold, only to ultimately die by Julius Reed’s hand.

Rustle!

There was a flurry of sounds in the room.

The guards aimed their weapons at this unwelcome visitor.

Whoosh!

At the same time.

The door was shut by Lillian Tompson.

"Thinking of playing the Empty Fort Strategy?" Nicholas Pendleton took out his box of hidden weapons, aiming at Julius Reed’s head: "Sorry, this place is an iron fortress; with wings, you still can’t escape!"

"It’s just a matter of beating a dog after closing the gate." Facing the threat before him, Julius Reed leisurely stood up, stretching his muscles and tendons.

"Heh, such big talk!"

Geogre Four mocked from the side: "You’re like a spider that spun a web to catch some flies, but never expected to be smashed to bits by us, the mighty birds!"

"You are the mighty bird?" Julius Reed couldn’t help but laugh: "More like a sand sculpture."

"You..." In a fury of humiliation, Geogre Four drew a small knife from his waist, gritting his teeth: "Big brother, let me take my revenge with my own hands!"

On the stone path outside the vineyard, he was beaten like a turtle.

Now, in a position of absolute advantage, naturally he thought of revenge.

"Ask clearly before you act." Nicholas Pendleton was a smart man; a hasty killing would at most demonstrate vigilance.

But if...

He could ascertain the identity of the intruder and the purpose of impersonating Delaney to infiltrate them, then taking action...

That would certainly be a great achievement.

"Speak, what is your purpose for sneaking into the Nine Paths?" Nicholas Pendleton held his hands behind his back, appearing at ease: "Be smart, for if I take action, you’re going to be in an awkward position."

Although this was a threat, it was also a fact.

Surrounded by heavy troops, outside lay the Nine Paths stronghold.

The entire Swimming City was like a net from heaven and earth, tightly encircling the two within.

"My name is Solaris Grove, from The North Sea." Julius Reed slightly lifted his head, speaking with a light smile.

"The North Sea? The recently flourishing Royal Court of The North Sea?" Nicholas Pendleton narrowed his eyes, his brain rapidly calculating.

The North Sea has been in the limelight lately.

Swimming City, known as the city of sin, was a place where information spread incredibly fast.

The old man who lay dead before them, named River Marsh, was once a top Shadow Warrior who had escaped from Deep Cold.

Back in the organization, he was also a skilled hand.

"Not bad, but not at the peak of his time," Julius Reed thought, his eyebrows slightly raised, "A flash in the pan would be more apt." free𝑤ebnovel.com

To make something perish, it must first be driven to madness.

Not long ago, Gabriel Abernathy sent word that joy was spreading throughout The North Sea, with many martial organizations coming forward to present gifts, and even some sects voluntarily swearing allegiance.

And the King of The North Sea was even busier preparing for the celebration banquet, with a smile almost too wide to close his mouth.

According to the calculated time, Solaris Grove should bring the fake Divine Dragon Tripod, crafted by Nelson, to make an appearance at the royal court of The North Sea.

The big show was about to begin.

"You say you are from The North Sea. But how can I believe that?" Nicholas Pendleton returned to his previous demeanor, "I can’t just take your word for it, now can I?"

If he really was from The North Sea, it would also matter what his official rank was.

Swimming City, with its natural geographical advantages, feared no powers.

Of course, with the exception of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

Years ago, the Young Master of the Alliance personally visited Swimming City.

He came with empty hands.

And he left holding a box in his hands.

Inside the box was the head of the City Lord at that time.

Swimming City, originally named so.

Adjacent to the sea, which was its initial purpose.

But precisely on that day, as the Young Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance left, with a reverse stroke of his sword, he sheared off a fifty-meter high stone tablet.

The stone tablet of Swimming City, standing against the mountain, lost its three drops of water.

Later generations arriving at this place would see it as Swimming City.

Over time, everyone also forgot the origin of Swimming City.

Even concocting new interpretations for the name.

Hearing the other party’s words, Nicholas Pendleton couldn’t stop pondering internally.

The North Sea had recently been quite domineering. If this young man held a prestigious identity, it would indeed pose a difficult situation for him.

Hagan Marsh was in the city having a meeting with the other leaders.

It was estimated that it would take at least three days for them to return.

Tricky indeed!

"Why should I explain myself to you?" Julius Reed took a step forward, and the surrounding guards quickly raised their weapons, watching him warily.

"Believe it or not, that’s up to you." After saying that, he stretched out his hand, and Lillian Tompson immediately handed him a longbow and an arrow.

"What are you doing!" Geogre Four took a nervous step back, his right hand trembling slightly.

As for those guards holding crossbow boxes, their fingers were already on the triggers, ready to shoot at any sign of trouble.

"Have you ever heard of a divine archer from The North Sea, ranking as high as General, by the name of Solaris Grove?" Julius Reed paid no attention to the tense soldiers around him, and instead gently placed the arrow on the bowstring, speaking nonchalantly, "Ever heard of him?"

"I seem... to have heard a little," Nicholas Pendleton was nervous for the first time.

Even though.

A dozen crossbow boxes were pointed at the other party.

Even though their headquarters were right outside!

Even though Nicholas Pendleton possessed guts of steel, with a crossbow box in his hand.

Yet the composure and calm of the man before him made him shudder.

As for those matters of The North Sea, he was not familiar with them.

What he called "having heard a bit" meant that he had not heard anything at all, but he could not pretend to be ignorant.

"Very well," Julius Reed nodded slightly, looking at Geogre Four, "You really want revenge, don’t you?"

"Heh." Geogre Four forced out a smile as proof of his composure.

"Don’t be in a hurry to deny it," Julius Reed said indifferently, "Within five meters, you try to hit me with your crossbow box, while I shoot at you with my arrow. A duel to the death, do you dare?"

"Are you sure?" Geogre Four was initially stunned, before a secret joy rose in his heart.

At such a short distance, he might be able to kill the other before the bowstring was even drawn.

"Bet your life, and don’t be sore if you lose,"

Julius Reed’s gaze was on Nicholas Pendleton, clearly asking the opinion of the steward.

"Third Brother, he’s asking to die, you have to oblige him!" Geogre Four’s eyes were filled with desire.

Just like a dung beetle finding excrement!

"Younger Brother Four, you..."

"I’m capable!" Geogre Four interrupted Nicholas Pendleton before he could finish speaking, seizing a crossbow box, disengaging the safety, and chambering a bolt.

He slowly raised it.