Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 1483: 1483: Pushover

Chapter 1483: Chapter 1483: Pushover

“Your tone is quite arrogant.”

The West Sea Divine Buddha flicked his sleeve forcefully, instantly dispersing the surrounding dust and clamor.

He bent slightly, hands clasped behind his back, his white hair swaying despite the absence of wind.

His brocade robe remained immaculate, not a speck of dust upon it!

Beside him stood the Five Mountains Arhat and the East Sea Mystic Taoist.

“As expected of the West Sea Divine Buddha! To remain completely unharmed against such a powerful strike.”

“The greatest of this era, without a doubt?”

“Strong, indeed. But beyond the heavens, there is always another heaven; beyond men, there’s always someone greater.” Out of nowhere, Cold Nelson spoke calmly, his eyes flashing with a hint of disdain.

The greatest of this era?

Bunch of frogs in a well!

Where does that leave the Caldwell Family of Boulevard?

“Naturally, while the Divine Buddha is formidable, the Caldwell Family of Boulevard is equally not to be underestimated.” The martial artists, speaking to the Caldwell Family, adopted a tone with a subtle hint of ingratiation.

The Caldwell Family of Boulevard holds one-of-a-kind treasures — an exhaustive collection of martial arts scriptures.

It’s practically a sacred ground for martial artists.

Rumor has it that Miss Caldwell might have reached the age for marriage, which has attracted many conceited prodigies planning to court her.

Better get on familiar terms with the Caldwell Family first — it might prove useful someday, who knows?

“At least you show some discernment.” Cold Nelson unfurled a yellow paper fan and leisurely fanned himself.

On Rat Town Boulevard,

Julius Reed carried the Great Zhou Lan Night Sword horizontally in his right hand, his gaze sharp as a blade as he locked eyes with the Five Mountains Arhat: “Was it you who murdered our Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s Overseer?”

“Your overseer took too many lives.” The West Sea Divine Buddha shielded the Five Mountains Arhat behind him and said in a low voice, “This self-styled seat directed my disciples to enlighten him—is there a problem?”

“Who are you, then? What position do you hold in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance? If you wish to duel me, it should be your Grandmaster who comes forward.”

“Grandmaster of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Julius Reed.” Julius answered and then stepped forward!

He raised the Golden Dragon Sword high!

And struck down with all his might!

Sraaash!

In the air, it was as if you could hear the roar of a dragon!

Flight!

The West Sea Divine Buddha instantaneously moved forward, his hands continuously forming seals!

A golden swastika appeared before him!

Buddhist Dao!

Boom!

The sword edge plummeted furiously, smashing into the golden character!

With a thunderous explosion, the character shattered into pieces, spreading rays of light!

The West Sea Divine Buddha stepped back, his right hand folded behind him.

In his previous battle with Everton Davenport, he had sustained injuries.

Yet now, exerting himself recklessly, the harm had worsened.

He hadn’t expected the opponent would hold nothing back, unleashing a kill strike right off the bat!

What enmity!

A Grandmaster?

Wasn’t the Grandmaster supposed to be named Cold Nelson?

Then Julius Reed — who is this wretch…

Wait!

Julius Reed!

It’s him!

The West Sea Divine Buddha’s eyes widened as he slowly raised a finger: “So—you’re the former Grandmaster who vanished four years ago?”

“Former?” Julius Reed shook his head: “As long as I’m alive, there’s no ‘former.’”

“But I heard the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance has already chosen a new Grandmaster. If you aren’t the previous one, what else could you be?” The West Sea Divine Buddha recovered his composure swiftly.

He had been told the former Grandmaster had lost all cultivation and memory.

Unexpectedly, he was still so formidable!

“Them? Worthy?” Julius Reed suddenly chuckled. “Do I need their recognition?”

Then, slowly raising his sword, he added: “Under this heaven, is there another who can repel you with a single strike?”

“Grandmaster! He’s actually the Grandmaster of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!”

“Wasn’t it rumored the Grandmaster was dead? Turns out he’s alive, and just as powerful as ever! And he’s standing up to avenge the Alliance’s Overseer!”

“Heavens! This might lead to a battle between the former and current Grandmaster!”

Momentary shock seized the martial artists, who then pulled out their phones and began frantically messaging their respective sects and factions.

The illustrious Grandmaster of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, a millennia-old myth in the martial arts world, had appeared in Swimming City?

And it was such a dramatic entrance?

“A single strike? Aren’t you being too arrogant?” The West Sea Divine Buddha responded indifferently to Julius Reed’s claims. “We were evenly matched earlier. The reason I didn’t strike to kill is that as a monk, compassion overrides brutality.”

In terms of aura, he must not yield no matter what.

Only by exuding presence could the bluff hold its ground!

“I meant this strike!”

Sraaash!

Julius Reed stepped forward!

Leaving a fleeting shadow in the space!

Fast!

Far too fast!

The shadow resembled instant teleportation — in the blink of an eye, it reached the West Sea Divine Buddha!

“Dare to act so brazenly before me!”

The West Sea Divine Buddha furiously tore apart his Buddha Beads, pushing his hands forward with all his might!

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The Buddha Beads erupted one after another!

A pagoda-like phantom appeared before the West Sea Divine Buddha!

Yet Julius Reed seemed utterly unaffected and directly slashed the Golden Dragon Sword!

Boom!

The pagoda shattered!

Fragmenting into formless wisps!

The sword edge pressed onward!

The air itself seemed to distort!

“Hiss…”

The West Sea Divine Buddha drew a sharp breath, crossing his arms in front!

No escape!

Clang!

The sword collided with his wrists!

The West Sea Divine Buddha was sent flying backward!

Landing in disgrace.

“Cough…”

Blood spewed from his mouth, his complexion deathly pale!

The internal injury flared back to life.

And those indestructible bracers — they cracked on impact!

His arms ached profoundly!

Weak and numb!

“I promised one strike. No second.” Julius Reed stared at the West Sea Divine Buddha, the corner of his lips subtly curling upward. “You have trained for centuries but have never glimpsed the True Buddha. Today, I will help you ascend to the heavens personally.”

With that!

He shot forth like lightning!

The Great Zhou Lan Night Sword cut through the air with electric sizzling sounds!

“Mystic Taoist!”

The West Sea Divine Buddha’s lips twitched intensely!

Courtesy dictates not aiming for the face, and here the Five Mountains Arhat stands—you should kill him for revenge!

But now, disregarding revenge and targeting me instead—what’s the meaning of this?

This is outright humiliation!

In just half a second, the West Sea Divine Buddha made his decision!

Face can be discarded, but life must be preserved!

He didn’t wish to be criticized after death for being just a “respectable monk”!

Boom!

In an instant!

An Eight Trigrams manifested in the air!

Black and white patterns spun incessantly, releasing shadowy projections!

The East Sea Mystic Taoist had acted!

The West Sea Divine Buddha staying alive serves the East Sea’s interests.

Crack!

The sword blade sliced through the Eight Trigrams!

Crashing heavily onto the ground!

Boom!

A shockwave erupted across Rat Town’s boulevard!

Hurling the severely weakened West Sea Divine Buddha several meters away!

Gag!

The West Sea Divine Buddha spewed blood, his white hair now caked entirely in dust.

He sat on the ground in complete disgrace.

Silence engulfed the entire scene.

The martial artists were rendered wide-eyed, jaws nearly dropping in shock.

Even Cold Nelson forgot to fan himself.

Defeated?

The almighty sovereign of the West Sea had been felled with a single strike?

“Nothing more than this.”

Julius Reed sheathed his sword and smirked faintly. “You are strong, but I’m always just a bit stronger.”

With that,

He advanced toward the Five Mountains Arhat.

Since he knew the West Sea Divine Buddha had ambushed Everton Davenport and suffered injuries, why not take advantage of this vulnerable prey?

Although, this Taoist was unexpected.

“Leave it at that.” The East Sea Mystic Taoist’s face darkened. “What needed to be achieved, you’ve already accomplished. After today, everyone will know that Julius Reed is still alive and defeated the Divine Buddha with one sword strike.”

“Achieved what needed to be achieved?”

Julius Reed cocked his head toward the East Sea Mystic Taoist. “This entire world is mine—what achievement do I need?”

Swish!

As he spoke,

He lashed out with his sword!

The Great Zhou Lan Night Sword exhaled ominous black fumes!

Like Black Clouds blotting out the skies!

Seeking to engulf all beneath them!

Thud!

The Five Mountains Arhat froze in shock, too stunned to put up any defense.

Even as his head rolled from his body, he remained trapped in the bewilderment of seeing his master defeated.

“Including his life, everything is mine.” Julius Reed touched his crimson Dragon King Ring, step by step approaching the West Sea Divine Buddha.

“Move, and you die with him.” This thunderous voice rang in the East Sea Mystic Taoist’s ears, as if descending like Heavenly Thunder!

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