Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1375: Andrew

Martial Artists and ordinary people are no different.

Martial Artists are human too; they can also die.

However, the gap between individuals is often immense.

Some are born intelligent, others have sensitive hearing, and there are those who can see clearly at night.

But Martial Artists are simply the best among people.

They bring their bodily functions to the brink of their extreme potential, reaching levels unimaginable to the average person.

But in the end, all of this is about tapping into the human body’s untapped potential.

And at this moment!

Julius Reed’s extraordinary perception had already detected the fluctuations of a weapon cutting through the air!

Someone was ambushing him from behind!

He discarded Devlin and turned around to draw his sword!

Clang!

The sword arrived.

And collided with a spear!

"What a good move!"

The ambusher, failing to hit with his strike, remained within ten meters of Julius Reed, holding a silver spear, clad in purple.

By appearance, he looked to be in his twenties.

But Martial Artists age much slower than ordinary people, so the man’s real age was probably around forty.

"You want to save him?" The bone sword in Julius Reed’s hand was neither aflame nor enshrouded in black smoke.

It was its shape that stood as it was.

"Hell’s Sword?"

Behind him.

Devlin let out a cry of astonishment, somewhat disbelievingly saying, "You..."

Hell’s Sword, the treasured artifact controlled by the Vein Holder and represents Sealing Pulse!

It signifies the Vein Holder’s identity!

After Devlin’s abilities collapsed, he no longer had the power to control Hell’s Sword and simply hid it in the grand tomb!

Now, seeing the treasure he once held in the hands of another person filled him with extreme inner turmoil!

His tone of voice even carried shock!

"Oh? Mr. Devlin recognizes it?" Julius Reed’s current identity was Solaris Grove, naturally not revealing what he knew.

"May I ask where you got this sword from?" Devlin’s face was painted like a Peking opera mask.

But one could vaguely see that beneath the makeup, his face was full of scars!

Neither human nor ghost!

"Sorry, no comment!" Julius Reed paid him no attention and instead walked step by step towards the man in purple.

The opponent was strong, and clearly had ill intentions!

The power contained in that one strike was terrifying!

"No! It’s impossible!" Devlin shook his head incessantly, his eyes gradually turning red.

"Give it back to me!" Suddenly, he rushed towards Julius Reed like a madman!

That was Hell’s Sword!

It symbolized Sealing Pulse!

It was the weapon of the Vein Holder!

It was the pain in Devlin’s heart!

For hundreds of years, he had watched over Hell’s Sword!

Yet he was unable to pick it up again!

He lusted for power!

He lusted for Hell’s Sword!

He could not tolerate others taking it away!

Bang!

Julius Reed forcefully flung his sleeve, and a powerful blast of air knocked Devlin back several meters!

"Very strong."

The purple-clad man, upon seeing this, involuntarily tightened his grip on his spear, his eyes showing a hint of admiration, "How about you let him go? We could be friends?"

"We can be friends, but I have to take his life first." As Julius Reed spoke, the bone sword in his hand began to burn with a ghostly blue flame!

"No! That’s mine!" Devlin screamed heartrendingly!

His ribs were broken, and he howled in agony.

Hell’s Sword!

"No!" Devlin kept pounding the ground, but was powerless to stand up again!

He was rational, calm, had plans, and was good at strategizing.

But after all, he was human.

Being human, he had weaknesses, emotions and desires, and things he cared about!

Devlin’s whole life had been lived in pursuit of power!

He did not hesitate to drive away Raheem Fairbanks and even submitted himself to the holy master, seeking to obtain immortality.

But he never expected the holy master to have a trick up his sleeve, granting him life but taking away the abilities Devlin was once proud of!

Defeating Raheem Fairbanks was all due to Devlin’s true skill!

Vein Holders, all of them fought their way up!

But now, he’s lost his skill, becoming a disabled person.

What’s the point of eternal life like this?

He hated!

Had he not lost his own capabilities, why would he have to carefully and deliberately plan all this?

Who doesn’t want to be powerful?

Who doesn’t want to act in the open?

Devlin didn’t want to engage in conspiracy and trickery, but he had no choice.

A toothless tiger cannot fight its prey head-on.

Devlin fantasized, hoping that one day he could pick up the Sword of Hell again, and stand at the Sealing Pulse!

"My sword..." he suddenly felt helpless.

It’s like the moment back then, after taking the Life-Extending Elixir, when he realized his strength was gradually slipping away.

It was because of this that he found Isabella Warm and began his own path of enduring hardship and bitterness!

If possible, which Vein Holder would be willing to kneel and submit to another?

The Sword of Hell, like the final straw that breaks the camel’s back, made him completely collapse emotionally.

"If we fight, it might lead to chaos." The man in purple looked at Devlin, shook his head, and sighed: "Or, shall we change the location? I’m confident you can’t kill him."

"Your confidence?" Julius Reed smiled and asked.

"Spear! The spear in my hand!" The man in purple pointed forward, the spear tip dazzling under the sunlight: "Fight?"

"Then let’s fight!"

Whoosh!

Julius Reed leaped into the air, a fiery dragon burst forth!

Ghost Fire, like a runaway wild horse, flew straight towards the man in purple!

The man held the spear with one hand and thrust it forward fiercely!

The spear tip pierced through the fire dragon and collided heavily with the bone sword!

Brilliance in the daytime!

Slash!

Julius Reed drew his Longsword downward, striking a trail of sparks from the spear!

Crack!

The man let go of the spear with both hands, kicking the shaft with his foot!

Seizing the moment, he fiercely picked up Devlin from the ground with one hand and regrasped the spear with the other!

The spear tip was thrust into the ground, and with a fierce pull!

Dust filled the sky.

"Who are you!" Julius Reed did not pursue but questioned towards the dust.

"Pendleton, Andrew!"

With those words, the dust settled.

In front of Julius Reed was only a deep pit, but no one to be seen.

"Clever tactic! But has Pendleton actually intervened?" He sheathed his bone sword, gazing forward.

To fight, would indeed be possible.

But the person who claimed to be Andrew was very strong.

If Julius Reed held back, the two could even fight until it got dark.

If he unleashed the Dragon King Ring, he was confident he could resolve the fight within ten minutes, but if the man really wanted to flee, it would be difficult to keep him there.

"Andrew... indeed very strong. It seems like Pendleton is not as feeble as some say, at least they still have such a master in their midst," Julius Reed chuckled lightly to himself.

He decided to let Devlin go.

Moreover, Julius Reed was certain, Devlin would definitely seek out Solaris Grove for trouble.

That anger and hate, was not feigned. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"The Sword of Hell, indeed a fine item." He caressed the bone sword at his waist, yet his gaze was fixed ahead.

There, many people were running towards him.

"Catch him!"

Mr. Hundson rushed through the underbrush, angrily shouting!

Whoosh!

Julius Reed drew his sword!

Swift as a comet, he rushed in front of Mr. Hundson.

Clang!

Sword, back in its scabbard.

Then—

More than a dozen sturdy men, lay motionless on the ground.

One sword strike to the throat.

"Unbeatable Divine Hall?" Julius Reed asked with a smile.

"Yes..." Mr. Hundson was stupefied.

Scared stiff.

"Take me to your boss," Julius Reed pointed to the corpses on the ground, speaking indifferently, "You may refuse, but the outcome..."