Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1363: Hot-Tempered

"I think I know what’s on your mind."

Lillian Tompson had, at some point, come up beside Julius Reed, whispering softly.

She hadn’t been very familiar with the affairs of the Seven Veins previously.

But having followed Julius Reed for some time now, it would be hard not to understand.

"I can stay in Rat Town, and you can go into the city alone," Lillian Tompson pouted, seemingly reluctant.

But there was no helping it. Julius Reed had a mask that could fool many people.

She did not.

If Isabella Warm was truly in Swimming City, then Lillian Tompson’s appearance would fully expose her.

"Observe and see how things unfold." Julius Reed glanced at the corpse on the ground, while planning his next move internally.

The trip to Swimming City was originally to meet with Isabella Warm.

But now, not only had he discovered Thunder Vine being cultivated in Rat Town, but he had also unexpectedly come into contact with the Unbeatable Divine Hall.

Better to kill by mistake than to let go.

If the Unbeatable Divine Hall was truly established by ’the defeated one,’ he would go through hell and high water to drag the defeated one out!

And ask, what really happened back then.

"Is anyone there?"

At this moment, a voice came from the gate of Rat Town.

"Let’s go. We’ll wait for the news from Swimming City. The murkier the waters, the better for us," Julius Reed said, glancing in the direction of the town gate and then turning to leave.

"Is anyone there?"

Seeing Julius Reed emerge, a group of people at the gate called out again, "Excuse me, is anyone here?"

Julius Reed didn’t respond and continued walking towards the Seventh Route Commandant’s residence with Lillian Tompson.

The place had been tidied up and served as his current resting spot.

Elwood Thorneycroft was still in the room.

This so-called bearer of gold also gave Julius Reed quite a headache.

"Hey, I’m talking to you! Are you deaf or mute, or maybe disabled?"

Seemingly growing impatient, a slightly youthful voice called out again.

Lillian Tompson was about to take action, but Julius Reed stopped her.

Some people really don’t deserve to be beaten by you.

But silence did not bring peace.

Instead, it emboldened the other party’s arrogance even more.

Ten seconds later!

A chilling breeze came, carrying a sharp killing intent!

Julius Reed suddenly turned around, trapping a Longsword between his two fingers!

The Longsword hung in front of him, less than ten centimeters from his body.

At one end of the sword was Julius Reed’s chest.

At the other end, a young man in white robes.

The young man was dressed in white like snow, with a jade crown on his head, and an exceptionally well-crafted Jade Pendant hanging from his waist.

On the Jade Pendant, there was a gold inlay of the word ’Sword’.

And this Longsword was made of fine steel, extremely sharp!

At the hilt was a dark green jade stone.

It was obviously expensive.

With just a glance, Julius Reed had already gleaned some understanding of the man’s identity.

From his childhood, he was pampered and treated as the center of attention, fed with silver spoons and clothed in silks.

He had a hot temper and looked down on others.

A typical privileged scion of a big sect.

"Let go!" The young man exerted force with his right hand, but couldn’t move the sword at all!

He tried to draw the sword, but still couldn’t budge it.

Keep in mind that he was wielding a blade sharp enough to cut through iron like mud, and his opponent was unarmed!

As the Tennyson boy from Lowell Tennyson, Wind Dragon felt a bit embarrassed.

His face even turned slightly red.

"I said let go!" he roared again!

But no matter how hard Wind Dragon tried, even if he used all his strength, the sword wouldn’t move an inch!

"Esteemed master, my junior here was rash, please do not take offense," said one of the men who had come in from the gate of Rat Town, during the stalemate.

An elderly man amongst them, with the appearance of a young child but white hair, spoke with a smile: "Let’s consider it not meeting until there’s been conflict."

The elderly man carried no weapons, but nearby stood a young man in simple attire with a Sword Box on his back.

Sword disciple.

Those with a sword disciple at their side are definitely not of ordinary status.

"What’s happening?" Nicholas Pendleton saw the conflict arise and immediately brought people over.

Accompanying him were nearly a dozen followers from the Ninth Route.

"Let go!" Wind Dragon spoke again!

How could he deserve the honor of being Lowell Tennyson’s number one genius if he couldn’t even draw his sword in front of his fellow disciples?

If word got out, where would he put his face?

"This... young friend, my disciple has a quick temper, please be understanding..." The elder had a smile on his face, his intention was already quite clear.

This group, all together, numbered over twenty.

Seven elders, seven sword disciples.

And six or seven youngsters.

"Quick temper?" Julius Reed heard himself being addressed as a ’young friend’ and laughed from the bottom of his heart.

By seniority, he was more than qualified to be the ancestor of all these people present.

"How coincidental, I too have a quick temper, and sometimes I even enjoy killing." Julius Reed snorted lightly, completely disregarding the elder’s words.

"Don’t be ungrateful! To speak to the Sect Leader like that, be careful of your tongue!" Wind Dragon bellowed with an angry face.

Hearing this, the elder’s face darkened, and his tone became icy cold.

"According to your opinion, how should this be handled?" He put away his previously kind appearance, his voice now carrying a hint of authority.

The oppressive aura expanded rapidly!

"Kneel down, and apologize to me." Julius Reed said emotionlessly: "If it were someone else, they would have undoubtedly died from that strike. It’s only because I know some martial arts that I was able to withstand that sword."

"You..." Wind Dragon’s face turned dark.

If the other party had directly declared himself a Grandmaster, it would have been acceptable.

That way, he wouldn’t be so embarrassed.

But now, by saying he only knew a little bit of martial arts, what did that make him?

Subdued by someone, unable to even draw his sword!

"Kneel down?" The elder suddenly laughed, his smile filled with disdain: "Young man, do you know who you’re talking to?"

"A person. Is he supposed to be a dog?" Julius Reed exerted a slight force on his fingers, and Wind Dragon’s body immediately started to bend downwards.

"You..." An elder was about to take action but was stopped by the elder who spoke initially.

"Young man, being sharp-tongued can easily cost you your life. Leave some leeway; let my disciple go, and I won’t hold you responsible for this," the elder said, his tone full of magnanimity.

In between the lines, he was incredibly domineering!

"Just with you lot?"

Julius Reed looked at the elder with even more disdain: "I mean what I say! Today, he must kneel."

With that said, he exerted a fierce force with his fingers!

"Impudent fool, stop your audacity!"

Seeing Wind Dragon soaked in sweat, the elder immediately attacked Julius Reed.

Bang!

But suddenly, Lillian Tompson struck out with a palm, colliding with the elder!

At that brief moment, Wind Dragon unprepared, collapsed to the ground overwhelmed by the mighty force.

On his knees!

Clang!

The sword broke.

The intense shock made Wind Dragon’s hands go numb, his face twisted in pain.

"How dare you!"

Several older individuals within the crowd looked on with anger.

"Don’t tell me you have a temper; mine is much bigger." Julius Reed dropped the broken half of the sword, pointing at Wind Dragon who was kneeling in front of him: "If it happens again, I will not be so lenient!"

"Forfeit your life!"

But Wind Dragon had already lost his senses!

In the moment his sword broke, the dignity of the genius had been trampled into non-existence!

"Be careful!" An elderly man with short hair, sensing that Julius Reed was about to make a move, rushed over immediately!

He was fast!

But Julius Reed was faster!

Just as the elderly man made his move, Julius Reed caught his wrist and struck forward fiercely!

Thump!

Wind Dragon flew out backwards.

In midair, leaving behind a trail of blood mist.