Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1322: Let’s Chat

The roar of artillery was deafening.

On the city walls, many high-ranking members stood commanding with grim determination.

Those who were lucky only got a body full of snow and slightly impaired hearing.

The unlucky ones met with instant dismemberment!

Artillery shells, after all, do not discriminate.

"Look, someone’s down there!"

It wasn’t until Julius Reed approached the base of the walls that these disoriented members of Deep Cold took notice.

"Sound the alarm..."

Pft!

Before the leader could finish his sentence, Julius Reed stepped on the wall and leapt onto the ramparts!

In his hand, the Hellfire Sword—

Instantly unsheathed!

With a shadow streaking past.

A man’s head hit the ground.

And then—

His body, consumed by Ghost Fire, turned to ash.

Not even bone fragments remained.

"An enemy invasion!"

The remaining members of Deep Cold on the wall were left dumbstruck.

Death was not frightening.

They lived by the blade, always ready to face death.

But being blown to pieces...

Whoosh!

Julius Reed brandished the Hellfire Sword, moving like lightning across the city wall!

The eerie Ghost Fire flickered with a green glow. Each time it touched a member of Deep Cold, it reaped a life.

Instant death upon contact!

In less than half a minute, scores of guards on the wall vanished as if into thin air.

Leaving only dark stains behind.

Then, with a mighty leap, Julius Reed entered the interior of the castle.

Alone.

With no reinforcements.

Behind him, artillery fire filled the sky.

"Buzz!"

As the ear-piercing alarm sounded, many Shadow Warriors flooded out from Deep Cold’s headquarters castle.

Even the Marshal emerged with his Shadow Warriors from the cellar.

And it seemed like The North Sea’s artillery had run out.

Suddenly there was silence.

"The North Sea’s son-in-law, you’ve really got guts, daring to storm the Deep Cold headquarters fortress alone!" said the Marshal with a hint of surprise on his face, yet he tried hard to conceal it.

Crossing ten kilometers, all the while facing a barrage of artillery fire!

One misstep could lead to utter disintegration.

Such boldness and courage were matched by few.

Julius Reed was furious inside!

He had agreed to drive over, with artillery cover from The North Sea.

But who knew the very first artillery shell would be aimed straight at him?

If not for his keen senses alerting him to the danger, he might have died miserably by now.

"Visiting Deep Cold is as simple for me as going to the toilet," Julius Reed said disdainfully, looking at the Marshal with his hands clasped behind his back.

At this moment, the Hellfire Sword was sheathed.

It didn’t seem to grab any attention.

"Young man, you’ve come to the wrong place," the Marshal said with a darkened face and waved his hand, "Attack!"

He was, after all, a boss in the martial arts world, and felt fury at being humiliated in such a manner.

Whoosh!

As soon as the Marshal uttered his command, dozens of darts were pointed directly at Julius Reed.

"From such a close distance, I’d like to see how you, son-in-law of The North Sea, can dodge!" Even though Julius Reed was surrounded, the Marshal felt far from reassured.

He knew these tricks were hardly enough to restrain his foe.

"Dodge?" Julius Reed shook his head and chuckled, "I always move forward, I have no idea what it means to dodge!"

Swoosh!

As he spoke, he stomped fiercely!

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The snow exploded instantly!

Julius Reed surged forward, seizing the man closest to him and snapping his neck in one swift motion!

The sound of darts rang out incessantly.

Everyone’s vision was blurred by the swirling snow, and in the panic, many perished by the guns of their own comrades.

When the snowfall finally subsided.

Many had expended all their throwing darts.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Julius Reed snatched a weapon from one of the men and fired at the survivors.

In just ten seconds.

In the courtyard, only Marshal Deep Cold remained.

"You’re weaker than I thought."

Julius Reed pushed away the corpse used as a shield to block the darts and walked straight towards the Marshal.

"Guards!"

With a flourish!

At the Marshal’s command, many persons strapped with bombs surged out from within Deep Cold Castle!

They formed a circle, enclosing Julius Reed within.

"If we’re going to die, we’ll die together! Just fine, I too wish to take someone with me to hell!" The Marshal, with his mechanical arm, slowly unfastened his coat, revealing the bomb strapped to his body.

So many bombs going off at once, nobody would survive.

If it were any other time, Julius Reed might have wanted to see if he too would perish.

But now, there was no certainty, and no need.

"You’re afraid to die."

Julius Reed pointed at the Marshal and said with a dismissive smile, "If you really want to drag me down with you, you would just detonate the bombs."

As these words fell, the Marshal’s face turned ashen.

Why would anyone wish to die when they could live well?

It’s only because you’ve cornered me!

You’ve brought the fight to my doorstep, what other way do I have to stay alive?

"Ha, why don’t we both take a step back? I implore The North Sea King to decree never to wage war against Deep Cold! If The North Sea spares Deep Cold this time, we will pay tribute annually and become a vassal to The North Sea!"

The Marshal suggested.

This was a plan killing two birds with one stone.

If they could cling to The North Sea’s mighty battleship, Deep Cold would surely become the Boss of the martial world!

"Just you, negotiating terms with me?" Julius Reed laughed as if he’d heard the greatest joke, pointing at the Marshal: "Today, even Jesus can’t save you!"

"You..." The Marshal was so infuriated that his face went pale!

At that moment, an old Daoist priest slowly stepped out.

"Well, well, what do we have here, a mass suicide?" Marcel Reed approached the Marshal, lightly tapping the bomb with his hand. "Really now!"

Lines of frustration appeared on the Marshal’s face.

If this isn’t real, could it possibly be fake?

"Implore you, Immortal, please help me!" The Marshal pointed at Julius Reed: "It is him, he has pushed me too far! Immortal, you must avenge this grievance for me!"

"No problem." Marcel Reed, holding his Longsword, walked over to Julius Reed and sized him up: "I am a disciple of an Immortal, you are no match for me, leave."

"Immortal?" Julius Reed suddenly laughed.

Are there really Immortals in this world?

Charlatans!

"What, you don’t believe it?"

Marcel Reed seemed to sense the disdain on his opponent’s face, waved his hand and said: "Step aside, I... ugh, I’ll demonstrate something for you."

He slowly raised his Longsword, took a deep breath: "Seeing you’re so young, it would be a pity if you died. Leave now!"

With that said!

Swoosh!

Marcel Reed fiercely thrust his Longsword upward!

Snowflakes scattered, filling the sky!

Reflecting a dazzling array of colors in the sunlight!

"Break!"

Swoosh!

He thrust his Longsword forward, and the snowflakes were propelled by the Sword Qi, striking directly onto a nearby wall.

The approximately one-meter-thick wall of Deep Cold Castle actually cracked!

Julius Reed frowned slightly.

This move, why does it seem so familiar?

"Scared stiff? Hurry up and leave, at such a young age, don’t mimic others in slaughtering a sect." Marcel Reed sheathed his sword, impatiently waving his hand.

"Wait."

Julius Reed suddenly remembered, this seemed to be a technique he had casually demonstrated on Northern Mount.

"Old Daoist, who are you?" he asked.

"Northern Mount, Marcel Reed!"

The old Daoist replied truthfully.

"And the Immortal you spoke of..."

"The Western Emperor! War God of the Immortal realm! The Swordsmanship I used just now is the most basic technique imparted by the Immortal," Marcel Reed said, looking proud.

"Come here, today I need to have a proper chat with you." Julius Reed pulled out his thermos, took a sip of wolfberry water, and turned to walk towards a more spacious area.