Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1319: The Immortal’s Sword

Sniffing the stench in his own shoes is nothing but a normal act for Marcel Reed.

This act could determine whether he needed to change his socks.

But in the eyes of the Arhat, it was mockery!

Naked mockery!

"Impudent Taoist, spouting nonsense! Do you really not know the might of the West Sea?" Where was the Arhat’s usual demeanor of delivering all beings from suffering now?

He held black Buddha Beads in hand, his eyes burning with angry flames!

"You bald donkey, you’re not even a monk! How can a person who has left household life be so hot-tempered and impetuous?" Marcel Reed said with raised eyebrows: "Speak up, who’s the phony here!"

The two traded barbs with explosive tension between them.

The Marshal was sweating buckets beside them.

He had to make a choice!

"Marshal, did you bring this man here?" The Arhat turned his head toward the Marshal and spoke with kind eyes: "The poor monk would like to hear the story between you and this person."

"This..." The Marshal’s brain raced, trying to organize his thoughts.

Deny it?

Hardly possible!

This was the headquarters of Deep Cold. Without the Marshal’s order, no Taoist could enter.

"Hey, are you really a monk?" Marcel Reed stepped forward, sounding displeased: "A renunciant doesn’t vie with others. Why do you seem like a fake?"

As soon as he spoke, the Arhat’s face turned as dark as the deep sea.

He no longer pursued the Marshal for answers but stretched out his hand and incessantly flipped his Buddha Beads: "Spouting nonsense, spouting nonsense!"

The Buddhism of the West Sea was entirely different from the mainstream Mahayana Buddhism outside.

It could be said, apart from the word ’Buddha,’ they had nothing in common.

The West Sea Buddhism sought to enlighten others through killing, to stop wars with killing!

Their actions were extremely domineering!

"Impudent Taoist, you dare to question this Arhat. Today I will deliver you to the Western Heavens!" His eyes blazed with the wrath of a Vajra, fixed on Marcel Reed.

The Marshal stood by, legs trembling, feeling his body shook uncontrollably.

Indeed, when the Arhat exerted his power, ordinary people simply couldn’t bear it.

"Pah!"

Marcel Reed locked eyes with the Arhat, showing no fear but instead spat vehemently.

"Trying to scare me? I am a disciple of an Immortal; what are you in comparison?"

With that, all members of Deep Cold in the hall were stunned.

The Marshal instinctively stepped back.

He didn’t even dare to explain now.

For fear that the Arhat’s anger might be turned on him and he’d be smacked dead with a single slap.

"Good! Very good!" The Arhat laughed maniacally in anger: "Impudent Taoist, when I say I’ll deliver you, I will do so!"

In the midst of speaking, he fiercely slapped down with his right hand!

"Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon!"

Boom!

With a thunderous noise, Marcel Reed was sent flying!

The thick glass doors instantly shattered into pieces.

The blizzard, accompanied by a violent wind, kept pouring into the room.

Dead?

That was everyone’s first thought.

Was Quanell Reed, personally received by the Marshal, done for?

But it would make sense.

Recalling the other’s chattering in the car, the Marshal thought he was a complete charlatan.

"Arhat, I have no acquaintance with this person, please..."

Before he could finish his words, a figure shot through the air like lightning!

"Bald donkey, your life is mine!"

Snap!

The Arhat’s hand holding the Buddha Beads abruptly snapped, and he hastily put them in front of him as a shield!

But Marcel Reed’s Longsword, as easily as slicing vegetables, shattered several beads!

Whoosh!

The Arhat retreated with all his might to the stairwell.

An injury adorned his forehead.

Blood flowed down his nose, dripping onto the floor.

Had the wound been three millimeters deeper, he would have been a dead man.

"Sneak attack?" Marcel Reed held the sword in one hand, nowhere looking the part of a charlatan.

His aura was clearly that of a Great Grandmaster!

A reclusive expert!

The Marshal was completely dumbfounded.

No wonder!

No wonder the Skyslaughter Sect introduced Marcel Reed saying he was unmatched in the world, with few who could stand as his rivals.

But...

Which Grandmaster would sniff his own smelly shoes for no reason?

Chatting nonstop whenever you see someone all day long?

Aren’t experts supposed to be solitary?

Aren’t they supposed to be aloof?

But Marcel Reed is none of those!

Only when he makes a move does he look like a peerless master!

"Great Grandmaster realm!" Arhat gazes at Marcel Reed with a solemn expression and says, "You show up uninvited?"

"For fifty billion, I’ll clean up this bald donkey for you!" Marcel Reed doesn’t give Marshal a chance to explain, sword in one hand, and in the blink of an eye, he’s right in front of Arhat!

"Exorcising evil and defending the Tao should be free! But the business has been slow recently, so let’s make it fifty billion!" With those words, Marcel Reed slashes down with his sword!

"Buddhism and Taoism cannot coexist! Today, I will see you ascend to heaven!" Arhat roars and thrusts forward with a single hand clutching Buddha Beads!

Bang!

The originally dark beads suddenly burst open!

Taking advantage of this gap, he fiercely blasts out a punch!

Hitting Marcel Reed right on the shoulder!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Caught off guard, Marcel Reed stumbles and falls to the ground, grimacing in pain.

Two Great Grandmasters, instead of a world-shaking battle, are just going fist to flesh, contesting physical prowess.

"The space inside is too small, the Tao I practice is Immortal’s magic! This Immortal’s sword needs to sense the heavens and the earth!" Holding the sword, Marcel Reed quickly runs outside.

"Turns out to be just bluffing, a false alarm."

Marshal lets out a long sigh.

This, after all, he is not a match for Arhat.

But!

Why are helpers called in to deal with the The North Sea’s cavalier fighting among themselves?

He wants to break it up, but he doesn’t have the guts yet!

Worried about getting hit!

"Thieving Taoist, the Buddha awaits you, where will you run!" Arhat sprints out, closely pursuing!

"Let’s go, let’s check it out outside!" Marshal dares not idle either.

He leads the members of Deep Cold out of the house, rushing outside quickly.

Amidst the icy and snowy expanse, vast and boundless!

Marcel Reed, with a sword in one hand, steps on the snowy ground with his feet clad in tattered cloth shoes.

"Why aren’t you running now?" Arhat, half-naked, lifts the corners of his mouth in a smile.

The snowflakes landing on his shoulder swiftly evaporate!

"Bald donkey, have you ever seen Immortal’s magic?" Marcel Reed slowly raises his sword, closing his eyes.

At this moment, he exudes an indescribable aura!

Just like an Immortal!

Once upon a time, on Northern Mount, the Western Emperor demonstrated this set of Swordsmanship!

Marcel Reed, having mastered less than one-tenth, is already invincible among his peers!

"Nonsense Immortal’s magic!" Arhat takes a deep breath and with a fierce lift of his hands!

Whoosh!

The snow from the ground was swept up!

In the Northern Border, snow accumulates abundantly!

The accumulated snow rises, forming two snow dragons swirling around Arhat!

"Thieving Taoist, have a good journey!"

Whoosh!

With a forceful push from Arhat, the two snow dragons pierce straight through!

The one-handed sword-raising Marcel Reed is instantly frozen!

Turned into a snowman.

A snowman, holding a sword.

"Immortal’s magic? That’s all it is!" Arhat strides forward, reaching the snowman, and raises his right hand.

"Now, this Arhat will remove your head, to send you on your way!"

As he speaks, he stretches out his right hand and reaches forward fiercely!

Crash!

But suddenly!

The snowflakes explode!

Arhat quickly retreats, bellowing, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!"

Boom!

In front of him, the snow soars into the air!

And Marcel Reed, with a slash of his sword!

In the sky, a ten-meter-high snow sword arises!

A silver moon meteor!

Heading straight for Arhat!

Thud!

Arhat’s head hits the ground.

"That was too close! Almost scared the piss out of me!" Marcel Reed exhales deeply, standing in front of Arhat’s head, unzipping his pants.

Whoosh!