Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1365: Ghost Boss’s Guest

Swimming City Ghost Market, the soul that supports the entire city of sin.

As to the identity of the Ghost Boss, there is much speculation.

People call him Ghost Seven, but no one knows the real name of the Ghost Boss.

About this legendary figure of Swimming City, people might only know that he is a Limping Man.

Beyond that, they know nothing.

To the people of Swimming City, this Ghost Boss is an omnipotent god.

Even the City Lord has to give way to him.

Now, learning that those Swordsmen are actually the Ghost Boss’s people, Nicholas Pendleton felt somewhat panicked inside.

"Did you hear that clearly?" Julius Reed squinted his eyes as his mind began to race.

Lowell Tennyson should not be in this kind of place.

Swimming City is a haven for criminals, and although many experts live in hiding here, those from formal sects rarely set foot in this city.

As a top-tier sect, Lowell Tennyson has even seen the Sect Leader come out personally, travelling thousands of miles to reach here. There must be something big happening.

Originally, due to the issue with Lillian Tompson’s ebony bracelet, Julius Reed slaughtered many from Lowell Tennyson.

The two sides were actually at odds with each other.

Now, as fate would have it, they meet in Rat Town.

If the other party is truly invited by Ghost Seven, what could their purpose be?

"Absolutely sure!" Nicholas Pendleton nodded, asking somewhat frantically, "General Grove, once the Ghost Boss gets angry, even Commander Marsh is helpless!"

Ghost Seven even dares to compete with the City Lord, let alone the worst of the lower three-ways’ leader?

As the creator of the Ghost Market and the maker of its rules, the Ghost Boss is extremely ruthless!

Whoever dares to defy his will or violates the rules of the Ghost Market,

The next day, their heads will surely be hung on the railings.

Nicholas Pendleton felt a chill on his neck, and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

"Otherwise, shall we apologize?"

He asked tentatively.

This whole affair was initiated by Julius Reed. If Nicholas Pendleton had known the other party’s status, he definitely would have stayed out of it.

He would not have joined the commotion!

But what’s done was done, and there was no pill for regret, so he could only think of ways to make amends.

"I do have an idea." Julius Reed smiled faintly as he looked towards Nicholas Pendleton. "It can keep you out of trouble."

"What idea!" Nicholas Pendleton’s eyes lit up, grasping at this lifeline and hurriedly inquiring.

The Ghost Boss, ah...

He really wasn’t someone Nicholas could afford to offend.

"Chop off my head and send it to them. If those fellows are in a good mood, they might even teach you a move or two." Julius Reed said with a smile.

"Don’t... don’t joke around!" Nicholas Pendleton wiped the cold sweat from his head, awkwardly laughing, but muttering in his mind: ’If I hadn’t boarded the same ship of thieves with you, and if I could beat you, I would have chopped you long ago!’

But he said aloud, "Since we’ve come, let’s deal with it. You should go back and rest. I will personally patrol Rat Town to ensure those people don’t dare to cause trouble."

"If they come, I’ll kill them." Julius Reed really didn’t take Lowell Tennyson seriously.

He had already obtained the Divine Dragon Tripod and was carrying the Hell Sword at his waist.

His own combat power had long surpassed the past.

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At the entrance to Rat Town.

The people of Lowell Tennyson set up simple tents and gathered around campfires.

The Sect Leader and several elders sat in the tents, drinking and eating meat.

The Tennyson boys and young people were responsible for making fire and patrolling.

The only exception was Wind Dragon.

This heir to the Lowell Tennyson legacy, the Martial Arts pride of the heavens, was currently kneeling in the tent, lost in thought.

"Sect Leader, why not let me slay that scoundrel with a single sword strike!" Damari Tennyson, watching his beloved disciple injured to this extent, immediately filled with rage.

Just as in ancient imperial courts where one’s status could skyrocket through their children, if Wind Dragon were to inherit the position of Valley Master of Lowell Tennyson, then certainly Damari Tennyson would also ascend to great heights.

At that time, there would be no need to lift a finger and he could enjoy his old age in comfort.

Now, his dreams have been shattered.

Severed by that young Swordsman’s single strike.

He hated it!

If nothing untoward had happened to Wind Dragon, his succession was almost a certainty!

But now...

Lowell Tennyson being a prestigious family in the world of Sword Dao, would decidedly not allow a disabled person to become the Sect Leader.

Furthermore, once back within the sect, those senior brothers would mock and ridicule.

Human nature is just so pragmatic.

"That young man is very skilled." Chris Tennysons sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up his cup of wine, and took a gentle sip: "I used thirty percent of my strength, yet I failed to probe his depth."

"Does that mean, he possesses at least thirty percent of your capability?" Inside the tent, Zakkai Tennyson spoke in surprise: "Sect Leader brother, with your martial prowess being unparalleled in the world, that youth actually has thirty percent of your skill?"

He looked at Damari Tennyson: "Brother, your disciple did not lose unjustly!"

Chris Tennysons’ insight into the Sword Dao far exceeds that of others in Lowell Tennyson.

Now.

Hearing that the young man possesses a third of Chris Tennysons’ strength, everyone felt astonished.

"No wonder Wind Dragon suffered such a crushing defeat. But how come I’ve never heard of such a genius?" someone spoke up: "With such talent, he is truly a top-tier demon. You know, Wind Dragon’s name is very prominent."

"Enough," Damari Tennyson interrupted with a furrowed brow: "Who hasn’t stumbled at some point?"

As Wind Dragon’s mentor, he had failed to protect his own disciple.

If word got out, it would be a great shame!

And Wind Dragon, kneeling on the ground, clenched his left hand tightly upon hearing these words.

"Tomorrow, when we meet Mr. Ghost, let’s investigate this youth’s background. Wind Dragon’s ordeal cannot be in vain. After handling the affairs in Swimming City, we shall capture this youth and bring him to Lowell Tennyson, teaching him a good lesson!"

Chris Tennysons, seeing Wind Dragon’s dejected appearance, could not bear it and said: "Consider it a form of tempering..."

"Sect Leader, is the Life-Extending Elixir mentioned by Mr. Ghost real or fake? Recently hyped to godly proportions, none of us can discern its truth," Zakkai Tennyson looked at Chris Tennysons: "I’ve inquired about it. This time, the people Ghost Boss invited are selected randomly and after strict scrutiny. But they have one thing in common—they are all from sects."

"As a result, many people who haven’t received an invitation are waiting outside," Chris Tennysons nodded: "Ghost Seven’s tactic is quite clever. At the very least, those who gain eligibility will feel immensely honored. Those who don’t will only look on longingly."

The inside of the tent briefly fell into silence.

"But does something that extends lifespan truly exist?" another elder spoke up: "Is it effective for us in the martial arts realm?"

Martial Artists have much longer lifespans than the average person.

In Lowell Tennyson, there are plenty of people who have lived past three hundred years.

"Haven’t you tested the trial medicine that Ghost Seven sent?" Chris Tennysons looked at the man: "The entire Lowell Tennyson witnessed with their own eyes, a disciple on the brink of death miraculously recovered."

In cultivation, the most taboo thing is to be distracted.

Only with a tranquil mind can one truly benefit oneself.

This time.

After witnessing the so-called Life-Extending Elixir, Chris Tennysons exceptionally descended the mountain.

Even at the expense of being mentally disturbed.

The reason being nothing else.

In another fifty years, Chris Tennysons’ days would likely come to an end.

Humans all fear death.

It’s instinct.

Buzz!

Just at that moment, the mobile phone at Chris Tennysons’ waist rang out.

He quickly took it out, glanced at the screen, and answered the call: "Mr. Ghost, I’ve arrived at Rat Town."