Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1384: Heartwarming

"The new Saint Master?" Julius Reed laughed heartily.

I’m not even dead yet!

"The old Saint Master is still alive, yet these people seem rather hasty," Elaenor Wood said in a rare serious tone, without her usual mockery, "Demarco Mount, it seems, is about to undergo a change of weather."

"Indeed." Julius Reed nodded his head.

The words ’new Saint Master’ carry many implications.

Elections for the Saint Master have always been strict—

Even since the founding of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, there has not been a change in leadership.

Julius Reed has been seated in power for over a thousand years!

Yet, in order to show fairness and justice, Julius Reed still established a formal process.

Of course, the final article of the entire Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s law is about himself— frёewebnoѵēl.com

The first Saint Master, Julius Reed, has veto power.

According to the laws of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, in order for the new Saint Master to be officially crowned, the previous one must have died, and two-thirds of the Alliance’s oversight members must have cast their votes in favor.

This means that within Demarco Mount, many have already been purged.

Or rather, most have already betrayed the Saint Master.

Otherwise, no one would dare leave words as sacrilegious as ’new Saint Master’ in a letter.

"I thought they’d hold the ceremony a few months later. Didn’t expect these people to ultimately be so impatient," Julius Reed commented nonchalantly as he straightened out the letter and glanced over its contents.

"Cold Nelson?"

He was somewhat surprised when he saw a familiar name.

"Today, after discussions among the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s oversight members and representatives of various tribes, a total of three thousand seven hundred and twelve tribe leaders have decided to appoint Cold Nelson as the new Saint Master!"

As Julius Reed read on, something seemed off in his tone.

But he continued to suppress the rage in his heart and read aloud, "Four years ago, the Saint Master acted unethically, inciting rebellion among the maids, resulting in heavy losses for the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. Now, the new Saint Master seeks to revitalize the glory of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance and hereby invites the City Lord of Swimming City, Lord Ghost Seven, to the Dusty Platform one month from now!"

"The Dusty Platform?"

Elaenor Wood raised an eyebrow and said, "A month from now, the list of Heaven’s Fighters will be rearranged. As far as I know, many sect masters have broken through their bottlenecks recently, vying for the top spot in this round’s list. And the place for this competition is none other than the Dusty Platform!"

After departing from Boulevard, Elaenor Wood, with the help of Zain Ellsworth’s early intelligence network, was quite informed about the current situation.

In the past, not many cared about the list of Heaven’s Fighters.

It was usually attended by the younger generation and the junior members of sects.

But this year, renowned fighters have reacted to the news and announced their intentions to enter the competition at the Dusty Platform!

The invitation issued by the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, which deliberately scheduled the event on the same day as the unveiling of the list of Heaven’s Fighters, holds intriguing intentions.

"Shall we fight?" Julius Reed crumpled up the letter and when he released his grip, the paper had turned to ash.

"Of course we must fight!" Resolved, Elaenor Wood closed her folding fan and said, "As long as I live, it is to end you!"

Having said that, she slowly raised both hands!

Wind comes!

In the blazing heat of summer, a bone-chilling cold wind continuously struck!

Strangely, however, the direction of the wind was unclear.

It seemed to blow from all directions.

Zain Ellsworth instinctively stepped backward and took the opportunity to pull out a cotton coat from his backpack.

An experienced wanderer indeed.

"The cold Qi within you seems to have intensified since last time," Julius Reed remarked, not drawing his sword but with a ghostly fire already ignited in his hands.

This flame, burning the Evil Qi within the Dragon King Ring, was deadly upon touch!

Having lived tens of thousands of years, Julius Reed’s physical capabilities had already been pushed to the limit.

Except for his kidneys.

Even this ghostly flame could not harm him.

"Indeed, a bit too hasty," Elaenor Wood said with a faint smile, yet her eyes held a weighty seriousness.

Years of living in the frozen Boulevard, though it gave her a formidable cold Qi.

But in the end, one must still remain alive.

With her internal organs, blood, and meridians all corroded by the cold Qi, it was starting to backfire.

Admittedly, the Sealing Pulse provided a way to contain this Evil Qi, but inevitably, a small amount still escaped, causing harm to her body.

Elaenor Wood was somewhat surprised that Julius Reed, through observing her exertion of power, could detect these fine details.

"Cosmo!"

She held her breath and thrust her hands forward!

Crack!

Out of nowhere, an ice pillar emerged!

The ice pillar, with Elaenor Wood at its core, rapidly spread towards Julius Reed!

The air itself seemed to be frozen solid!

Flowers and grass within a hundred meters withered rapidly.

Whoosh!

In the moment the ice struck, Julius Reed threw a punch forward!

A bizarre scene suddenly unfolded!

Ghost Fire was actually slowly burning atop the ice spears!

What was normally incompatible, water and fire, were now intertwined at this moment--Cosmo Ice and Ghost Fire, melding together!

"Someone’s here." Zain Ellsworth looked behind and whispered, "Could be someone from the City Lord’s Mansion."

In fact, without his mention, both had already heard the roar of an engine.

"What a killjoy." Elaenor Wood helplessly shook her head and said, "Next time?"

"Sure!" Julius Reed’s mouth curved into a slight smile as he then withdrew his move.

Elaenor Wood also withdrew her move, and that ice spear instantly melted away.

But suddenly!

Instead of retreating, the Ghost Fire surged forward abruptly!

It pierced directly into Elaenor Wood’s chest!

"Despicable! My master has always regarded you as a gentleman, but you..." Just as Zain Ellsworth was about to intervene, he was stopped by Elaenor Wood.

"I’ll inquire to see if the Alliance Hierarch is truly dead."

Julius Reed paid no attention to Zain Ellsworth, but instead walked towards the end of the street.

There, was the direction of Boulevard.

But from Boulevard, there were tens of kilometers away.

As he walked, he tore off the Solaris Grove mask.

Wearing this face was too inconvenient to move around in Swimming City.

Luckily, there was still a golden veil in his pocket that could serve as a cover.

And so, the face of Solaris Grove had completed its mission.

It was thrown into a trash can.

And Solaris Grove, en route from The North Sea to Swimming City, would never have dreamed that he had become famous!

"Master, are you alright?" After Julius Reed left, an indignant Zain Ellsworth asked.

Although resentful, he had always held the highest respect for the Family Head.

To think that today, the Family Head would actually strike with a sneak attack?

"He was helping me." Elaenor Wood gently stroked her chest with her hand, feeling a warm current continuously flowing through.

It seemed that the organs damaged by the icy energy were being soothed by warmth.

"You mean to say..." Zain Ellsworth, as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, naturally wasn’t foolish.

"He has warmed my heart with a flame." Elaenor Wood unfolded her fan and with a swift motion, streaked it towards the sky!

Wind rises!

"Hu!"

She exhaled deeply and with another stroke!

Clouds gather!

Shua!

Elaenor Wood closed her fan and turned to leave.

As soon as she stepped away, snow began floating down from the sky.

The snowflakes were like knives.

Passing through the iron skin of the truck, they left trails on the ground.

And the people inside the truck, not even realising what was happening, were shattered to pieces.

The snowflakes, tinged with fresh blood, slowly melted away.

...

Swimming City was vast, easily the size of several Five-river Provinces!

Centuries of expansion had turned it into an extremely bustling metropolis.

Walking on the streets with a golden veil, Julius Reed started pondering the matter of Demarco Mount.

After his anger subsided, he regained his rationality.

Cold Nelson, a man not so powerful, how did he become the new Family Head?

In terms of ability, Cold Nelson didn’t measure up.

In early years, he was just one of his own guards.

In terms of influence, Demarco Mount was not to engage in politics or contact external tribes.

By reason and sentiment, Cold Nelson shouldn’t have been the choice.

"Halt!"

Suddenly, a shout pulled Julius Reed from his thoughts.