Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1377: Passing a Message

Quick!

The sword, truly too fast!

From the unsheathing of the sword, to the old lady’s head hitting the ground!

Not even a second!

Some didn’t even see Julius Reed make his move, before they realized the old lady’s head had actually fallen off.

"Seeking death!"

’Defeated’ pupils shrank sharply, right hand drawing the sword!

He was like a bolt of lightning!

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Julius Reed!

But Julius Reed did not fight back, and he did not even intend to draw his sword.

All he did was hang a Token in front of himself.

Fingers kept flicking it.

Whoosh!

’Defeated’ diverted his sword edge, the blade grazing past Julius Reed’s neck.

A moment later, and it would have certainly been a sword sealing the throat.

"Where did you get this?"

Holding the sword in one hand, he asked coldly.

If not for this Token, ’Defeated’ would not have withdrawn his blade!

Once the sword is drawn, blood would definitely splatter three feet!

"Mine." Julius Reed, from beginning to end, didn’t even blink.

He seemed quite confident.

"Just now, if I were slower by half a moment, your head would have already moved house." ’Defeated’ said coldly with a face like still waters.

"But isn’t my head still here?" Julius Reed put away the Token, straightened his back, and said coldly: "Seeing the bearer of the Token, shouldn’t you be greeting me?"

"The authenticity of your identity is unknown." ’Defeated’ looked somewhat displeased, he did not expect that the one hurting his subordinate would actually be the Token Bearer of the royal vein.

"Besides, what does you being the Token Bearer have to do with me?" He disdainfully said: "Out of respect for this Token, I will not kill you. Go, and don’t show up again!"

Having said that, he waved his hand, signaling those around to see off the guest.

"Please!"

A bearded strong man stepped out from the crowd, stretching out his hand pointing to the back: "No escort over long distances, forgive me!"

Pffft!

Julius Reed drew his sword!

Sheathed it back.

The speed was so fast, not even an afterimage was left behind!

The strong man’s head hit the ground.

In his eyes, still carrying the anger from when he was alive.

Thump!

The headless body heavily fell.

"You..." ’Defeated’ grasped the sword with his right hand, his complexion ashen.

One after another, killing in his own stronghold, did he truly treat him as if he were air?

"How about it?" Julius Reed’s eyes filled with provocation: "Come, kill me!"

"You think I wouldn’t dare?" ’Defeated’ clenched his teeth, his eyes brimming with rage!

His hand holding the sword was slightly trembling.

"You wouldn’t dare." Julius Reed, with hands behind his back, said contemptuously: "I certainly won’t fight back."

"Good! Good! Good!"

’Defeated’ said three good words in a row, the Longsword ferociously drawn from its sheath!

Slice!

The blade tore through the air!

Ripping the atmosphere!

A streak of Deep Cold aimed straight at Julius Reed’s neck!

The sword, stopped.

The sword blade, almost touching Julius Reed’s neck.

Just a bit further, and it could cut off the opponent’s head.

’Defeated’ took a deep breath, his hand holding the sword, slightly shaking.

Finally.

He bowed his head, the Longsword returned to the sheath.

"I’ve lost."

The surrounding onlookers were dumbstruck!

In their hearts, the War God was invincible!

With an air of absolute command!

But today!

A man has consecutively slain several members of the Unbeatable Divine Hall, and even pressured the War God into not daring to make a move.

Just who is this person before me?

"Please, bearer of the Token, come into the room for a detailed discussion." ’Defeat’ unwillingly clenched his fists in salute and led the way.

As he passed his subordinates, he didn’t forget to instruct: "Have my house properly repaired. When I come out, I want to see results."

Defeat leading the way, Julius Reed following behind.

The two walked into a small building, one after the other.

The building was deserted, with only a table and four chairs.

The tabletop was spotless, clearly someone cleaned it regularly.

"How do you know that I am the Vein Holder of ’Defeat’?" Defeat sat on a chair and asked directly.

"There’s no point in hiding; let’s lay our cards on the table and save time." He picked up the teapot, poured Julius Reed a cup of tea, and said, "It’s not poisoned."

If the other party sought him out, and also brought the Token, then it meant they weren’t speaking nonsense.

At this time, hiding one’s identity was pointless.

They were all intelligent people; playing dumb would only invite ridicule.

"Indeed, it’s not poisoned." Julius Reed picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"The Bead Pulse has reach that touches the heavens. Finding your whereabouts was not difficult at all." He looked at the somewhat dejected ’Defeat’ in front of him, put down his teacup, and chuckled lightly: "Don’t believe me?"

"I believe!"

Defeat clenched his fists, filled with many unwilling thoughts.

"You Bead Pulse are capable, indeed powerful!" Defeat helplessly hung his head and muttered to himself, "What a world this is!"

After a long time.

He raised his head and asked aloud, "What do you need from me?"

’Defeat’ had been hiding in Swimming City for several years and had never exposed his tracks.

During that period, people had been investigating him.

Yet they found nothing.

Defeat had hidden up in the mountain to build that thatched house, personally guarding the back mountain.

To ensure the security of the Unbeatable Divine Hall.

Now that the Bead Pulse bearer of the Token had abruptly appeared, even if he asked, he wouldn’t get any information out of him.

In the end, he was still exposed.

Seeing the other’s disheartened expression, Julius Reed couldn’t help but feel impressed inside—The Bead Pulse truly was powerful!

A single Token, was it capable of making other Vein Holders from the Seven Veins submit?

When he had the time, he really wanted to meet the Vein Holder of the Bead Pulse.

"An hour ago, did you send people to search for Devlin?" Julius Reed wanted to unravel the confusion in his own heart.

"Correct!" Defeat didn’t seem surprised, after all, the Bead Pulse was very clear about even his hiding in the Unbeatable Divine Hall, let alone the significant action of descending the mountain to search for somebody.

"What were you looking for? Who were you trying to capture? How did you get the information?" Julius Reed asked in rapid succession.

Bang!

Defeat was first stunned, then slammed the table forcefully, roaring with anger: "What do you take me for? Am I your Bead Pulse’s lackey? I am at least..."

"A stray dog that’s lost its home." Julius Reed spoke softly: "From the moment you sought refuge with ’Bead’, you were already expelled from the Defeat Pulse."

"You’re talking nonsense!"

’Defeat’ rose up like an enraged lion, suddenly standing!

With both hands braced against the table, he looked at Julius Reed: "I am a Vein Holder, the leader of Defeat! I always will be!"

Julius Reed did not speak, but quietly watched him.

Half a minute later, ’Defeat’ deflated like a punctured ball, sitting back down in the chair.

"I have a spy in the Bead Pulse. Devlin obtained the Divine Dragon Tripod from The North Sea and intended to offer it to Pendleton. Hence, I arranged an ambush."

Defeat spoke impatiently: "The reason I didn’t go personally was because Devlin had already brought the Divine Dragon Tripod to Swimming City, but it wasn’t on him. Today’s purpose was only to capture people, not to snatch the treasure."

"Today, I encountered someone who claimed to be Andrew. Devlin was already in my grasp, but then Andrew managed to snatch him away!" Julius Reed sighed, feigning sadness.

"Right, the Seven Veins are all under Pendleton. Why would you want to snatch the Divine Dragon Tripod? Are you not afraid of Pendleton’s blame?"

Defeat Pulse actually robbing from Pendleton seemed somewhat like biting the hand that feeds.

"Blame?" ’Defeat’ flashed a scornful look in his eyes: "Pendleton is already in trouble, what right does it have to command us! If not for Andrew’s support, Pendleton’s useless bunch would probably be completely gone."

After speaking, he drank a cup of tea.

He drained the cup in one gulp!

"Honored messenger, what exactly brings you to me?" Defeat looked at Julius Reed, curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"Someone asked me to deliver a message to you." Julius Reed thought of the Defeat Pulse Attendant he met in the Deep Cold dungeon and said: "His name is Mr. Smith second, and he misses you very much."

"Mr. Smith second..."

Upon hearing this name, ’Defeat’ suddenly clenched his fists.

His eyes grew damp.