Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1389: Not Kneeling?

"No audience!"

Jex Kensington, already vexed with the West Sea’s involvement in the struggle for the Divine Dragon Tripod, was in no mood to meet so-called old acquaintances.

Moreover, he had no acquaintances in Swimming City to speak of!

That the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance chose this place for their temporary stopover was hardly common knowledge.

An old acquaintance?

Impossible!

"At your command!"

The guard, embracing his sword with both hands, was about to rise when Jex Kensington cautioned, "Kill him."

"Whoever it is, I’m not in a good mood," he said, then turned to the Arhat of the Five Mountains before him, "Master, you said I lacked murderous intent, how about now?"

"Amitabha!" The Arhat kept twirling his Buddha Beads, yet he did not answer directly.

"In addition, hack him to death messily—don’t let him die too easily!" Jex Kensington pointed at the guard by the door and ordered again, "Let him die in agony. This is what happens to anyone who dares to falsely claim kin with our Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!"

Though the words were for the guard.

In truth, Jex Kensington was issuing a veiled threat.

But the poor soul at the door had just become an unfortunate scapegoat.

If one looks back four years, would the mere West Sea dare to be this presumptuous?

Yet, times have changed; inner and outer strife within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance have made it impossible to spare the effort to contend with the West Sea.

"If Donor Yang continues this way, you’ll surely descend into hell after death."

After speaking, the Arhat stood up, made a courteous bow, and left.

"I hope that, after considering my words, the Arhat will reconsider. May the divine change their mind and form an alliance with the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance for a grand undertaking," Jex Kensington watched the back of the Arhat and reiterated his point.

"The West Sea is a must-have!" The Arhat left behind only these words and took his leave.

"Damn these sham monks!" Snubbed, Jex Kensington viciously overturned the chessboard!

"In this world, who doesn’t know that you people from the West Sea believe in gods and buddhas? Yet, it’s slaughter you truly worship! If you could become buddhas, then today I’d meet the former leader!"

After ranting, servants immediately came to tidy up.

Speaking of the old leader, Jex Kensington shook his head.

A disabled person, facing the chase of the entire world, death was certainly not impossible.

Furthermore, Eliezer Pine, the former leader’s personal maid, had bluntly stated at Demarco Mount that the leader was already dead.

"Lucky that you’re dead! If not, how could I sit in this supervisory position?" Jex Kensington leaned back in his Phoebe zhennan wood chair, crossing his legs, and began to hum a little tune.

The current comfortable life, all thanks to the leader’s sudden death!

"Good riddance!" As he sang, Jex Kensington drummed on the table, muttering to himself: "How many people’s paths to wealth did you stand in the way of? Emperors take their turn; today it’s come to my house!"

Meanwhile, at the door.

Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the plaque above the main gate.

’Righteous Mansion’.

Not far away, four guards armed with spears watched him warily.

The steel gate was slowly being pushed open.

The guard who had gone in to report emerged, holding his sword, sizing up the masked man before him.

"You claim to be an old friend of our supervising officer?"

"Indeed!" Julius Reed nodded.

Jex Kensington, originally not a supervising officer, but rather a clerk at Demarco Mount.

Julius Reed had a keen eye for people.

Many alongside Jex Kensington were frequently promoted, while he alone remained a clerk throughout.

The underlying reason was his excessive greed.

A clerk had no lucrative perks, yet Jex Kensington was competent at his job.

As long as he was not in a critical position, he was still considered a talent.

To call him an old friend was, in truth, to flatter Jex Kensington.

"How audacious!" However, as soon as Julius Reed finished speaking, the guard changed his manner, his voice taking on a chilling tone, "Look at you, a scoundrel trying to cozy up to our supervisory officer!"

With that, he drew his longsword and said coldly, "Take him! Hack him to death with random blows!"

"Wait! Hold on!"

Julius Reed stood still, hands behind his back, unperturbed, and said, "Are you serious?"

"Could this be false?" The guard advanced, sword in hand, step by step.

"Then that’s good."

Upon hearing this, Julius Reed nodded, his tone relaxed.

"What’s good about it?" The guard frowned, beginning to suspect that the masked man before him had been frightened into confusion.

"It means killing you, I wouldn’t feel the slightest remorse."

Having said that, Julius Reed took a step forward!

The Sword of Hell, slashing through the air!

Boom!

The steel gates of Righteous Mansion have been directly smashed to pieces!

Before the five people at the entrance could react, a flash of light blazed before their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, heads rolled to the ground.

Traitors!

Damn it!

There’s nothing Julius Reed hates more than traitors.

As members of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, they eat from our stocks, spend our money, live under our roof!

Yet in the end, they dare to turn their blades against us?

Do they really think I can’t wield a sword anymore?

The noise at the entrance immediately caught the attention of those inside the courtyard.

Dozens of guards, weapons in hand, hurried over.

Leading them was a man wielding steel chains, a Grandmaster.

"Who goes there, daring to intrude upon forbidden grounds!" The leader spun his steel chains continuously, shouting, "Prepare to die swiftly!"

"I’m standing right here. Do you dare to kill me?"

Julius Reed removed his black veil, revealing his true face.

"The Saint... Lord?" The guards widened their eyes, doubting whether they were seeing correctly!

Entering the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is extremely difficult!

All these guards are one in ten thousand, carefully selected, only then qualified to be ordinary guards.

And the first person they must recognize upon entering the Alliance is the Saint Lord!

It can be said that these guards in the courtyard, even if they can’t remember their own faces, should clearly remember the face of the Saint Lord!

Especially since the Saint Lord hasn’t changed his true face for hundreds of years!

Clang!

Someone dropped their weapon and knelt on one knee, their voice somewhat excited, "We pay our respects to the Saint Lord!"

Once the first person led the way, the rest began to follow suit.

In an instant, the guards all knelt down.

"You!"

The man holding the steel chains was equally stunned!

Wasn’t it said that the Saint Lord was dead?

It was the Saint Lord’s personal maidservant, Eliezer Pine, who announced it with her own lips!

Even the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance set up an investigation team which, after several months of investigation, confirmed the death of the Saint Lord.

Subsequently, Cold Nelson was elected as the new Saint Lord, with the endorsement of the inspectorate group and various alliance divisions.

But immediately, he steadied his mind.

If news that the Saint Lord isn’t dead gets out, it would surely cause a sensation!

When that happens, Cold Nelson would inevitably have to step down, which would be extremely disadvantageous for himself, for those in power, and even for Jex Kensington!

They all once supported Cold Nelson, and if the old Saint Lord returns, these people will definitely be purged!

On the other hand, if he could eliminate the Saint Lord, it would be a great feat!

"You, not kneeling?"

Julius Reed pointed at the leading man and said coldly, "Shall I help you?"

"Hmph! Julius Reed, the current Saint Lord is Cold Nelson! You, have become part of history!" The man shook the steel chains in his hand and said with a grim face, "Now, I will personally kill you!"

"Military Governor, you must not!" A guard stood up in alarm and exclaimed, "This is the Saint..." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Step aside!"

Swoosh!

The man’s steel chains flew out, piercing through the body of that guard and speeding towards Julius Reed!

If successful in killing, his future would be glorious!

Full of brightness!

"Quite some hard knees you’ve got there!" Julius Reed took several steps forward and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the man!

Whoosh!

He grabbed the steel chains with one hand, yanked fiercely!

Both feet kicked out simultaneously!

Crack!

Two crisp sounds!

The man’s knees were completely shattered, as he knelt upright before Julius Reed.

His eyes, filled with shock.

He was a Grandmaster, after all!

Wasn’t the Saint Lord said to be a cripple?