Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 1485: 1485: Meeting Your Sister

Chapter 1485: Chapter 1485: Meeting Your Sister

Julius Reed hadn’t fought such an intense battle in a long time.

The last time had been against Shadow Gate and Nelson.

Using the Golden Dragon Formation drained him of immense energy.

And forcing Evil Qi into his body naturally left lingering side effects.

Otherwise, why would Julius Reed let the East Sea rogue Taoist escape?

It was simply exhaustion.

Nevertheless, his strength was steadily recovering.

And the goal of intimidating the Martial Artists had already been achieved.

Yet, Julius Reed was ultimately alone, and the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had long established a new Holy Master.

Many Martial Artists were eager to step forward and forge a connection, yet refrained due to the complicated implications, choosing instead to stand still.

“The Holy Master’s grandeur hasn’t diminished since back in the day!” Cold Nelson spoke up boldly, unrestrained.

The Boulevard Caldwell Family—arrogant and dominant!

Striding forward, he extended a hand to Julius Reed: “I am Cold Nelson of the Boulevard Caldwell Family.”

“Hmm.”

Th𝑖𝖘 ςhⱥp𝗍ꬲr 𝐢ѕ p𝙤𝗌𝓉ҽԀ b𝖞 𝙆𝙞𝖙єṅ𝕠ѵ℮𝖑

Julius Reed nodded but didn’t shake hands.

The Caldwell Family?

Not worthy enough.

“Uh…” Cold Nelson smoothed his sideburns with a hand, adeptly diffusing his own awkwardness.

Strong men,

All have their temperaments!

“Do you know Merrill Caldwell?” Julius Reed asked, holding the severed head of the Five Peaks Arhat. “Are you from the same Caldwell Family?”

“Yes!” Cold Nelson brightened up, thinking that this Holy Master might have an interest in his sister.

Perhaps, he was even thinking of marriage alliances?

After all, going it alone to confront the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance does seem to pose some difficulty.

“You know her?” Cold Nelson probed further for details.

“I know your sister.” Julius Reed nodded.

Know her? That girl might even be smitten with him.

“Uh…” Cold Nelson frowned slightly. Even the Holy Master can’t just go around insulting people like this, can he?

To know her or not—just say it directly!

What’s with the insults?

The surrounding Martial Artists clicked their tongues in astonishment.

No wonder he was once the man who ruled the world—he shows no restraint even when confronting the prestigious Caldwell Family!

“Ahem…” Cold Nelson cleared his throat to cover his embarrassment. “Have I been rude in some way, offending the Holy Master?”

“Not at all.” Julius Reed couldn’t be bothered to banter with him if not for Merrill Caldwell’s sake.

“But you said you knew…” Cold Nelson’s face burned with humiliation.

“I know your sister.” Julius Reed sighed, exasperated. “I know your sister!”

“Fine! Fine! Fine!” Cold Nelson boiled with indignation, clasped his hands into fists, and declared: “Mountains don’t move, but rivers do. We’ll meet at the Dusty Platform!”

With that, he marched off.

“Hold on. Do me a favor.” Julius Reed suddenly flung the severed head forward.

“Argh!” Cold Nelson had barely turned around when a bald scalp flew straight at him!

“Help me deliver this to the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. Tell them—they may lack competence, but this Holy Master won’t tolerate it.” With that, Julius Reed grabbed his sword and left.

After this battle, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance should be growing uneasy.

He now held Baylor Davenport as his trump card, capable of driving The North Sea to charge into battle for him!

As for the Wolf Cavalry,

Without his command, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance wouldn’t be able to mobilize them at all!

Put simply, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance owed its dominion over the world entirely to him, Julius Reed!

Without him, what was the Alliance worth?

Nothing but empty titles!

No better than a mule from the production team, which, once removed from the team, ended up as minced meat in dumplings.

“Why?” Cold Nelson shouted angrily.

“I know your sister.” Julius Reed didn’t look back as he walked off.

Could it be that Miss Caldwell didn’t even command this much face?

“Damn it!” Cold Nelson couldn’t help but curse.

“Young Master, are we really delivering this… or maybe…” the attendant hesitated.

“Deliver it! Damn it, who dares to disrespect me, the Young Master? Deliver it and tell them Julius Reed has spoken: the current Holy Master better clean his neck because this is what’s coming to him!” Cold Nelson pulled out a tattered fan and fanned himself furiously.

“Cursed me so many times!”

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

…

The news of the powerful return of Julius Reed, the Holy Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, shook the entire martial arts world!

It must be understood that during the four years of the Holy Master’s disappearance, the martial arts realm fell into chaos, with ambitious heroes emerging left and right!

Originally, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance had kept the major clans in check, preventing them from acting recklessly.

But after the Holy Master vanished, the martial arts world became a storm of bloodshed and carnage, survival of the fittest!

The number of original sects was halved in just four years!

Now, the reappearance of the Holy Master wasn’t the only shock.

Rumors claimed that Mad Dragon, the leader of Seven Clouds Academy, who had supposedly been slain by The North Sea, had come back to life!

Not only that—but he was the Holy Master!

At this moment, the Golden Dragon Devouring Sun banner stood proudly in Swimming City!

The martial arts world was stunned.

The North Sea was stunned.

Everton Davenport, who had been recuperating, coughed up a mouthful of blood and nearly died on the spot!

He wasn’t a fool; naturally, he realized he had been deceived.

As a result, the corpse of the unfortunate scapegoat Gabriel Abernathy dragged in to pose as a “substitute prince consort” was ruthlessly crushed and destroyed by The North Sea!

The most shocked of all, however, was the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

The previous Holy Master was not only alive but seemed to have regained significant strength!

Demarco Mount!

Rolf Palace!

Cold Nelson sat majestically in an opulent dragon robe atop an extravagant throne.

A round table lay in front of him,

Surrounded by several Inspectors.

Also present was Seamus Somerset, the Military Department’s True King, who controlled the Alliance’s military forces.

His younger brother, Potter Somerset, had traveled to Swimming City with Inspector Jex Kensington to earn prestige!

Unexpectedly, neither of them returned—only news of their deaths arrived.

No remains left behind!

“The Holy Master isn’t dead.” Cold Nelson stared darkly, his fingers clenching and unclenching in restless repetition.

He repeated the motion obsessively, his mind deeply unsettled.

“Eliezer Pine lied to us.” Cold Nelson rested his head on one hand, gritting his teeth as he spoke. “She claimed the Holy Master was dead.”

“Do you truly believe he can fight my tens of thousands alone?” Chief Inspector Dashiell Everhart feigned calm. “For now, the advantage is in our hands.”

“True enough. Those still loyal to him have already been purged. The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance stands united, supporting you.” Another Chief Inspector Jonathan Moore was equally composed. “The one who should be worried is him. Such a dramatic return—clearly aimed at disrupting the coronation ceremony we’ve planned for you at the Dusty Platform.”

Though the news of the Holy Master’s survival startled them, four years of purges and consolidation had made them confident.

“Still, Eliezer Pine’s deception must be thoroughly investigated.” Jonathan Moore added.

The other Inspectors exchanged glances but remained silent.

“True King of the Military Department, what is your opinion…” Dashiell Everhart turned to the grim-faced Seamus Somerset, speaking with evident sympathy: “Regarding the matter of your brother…”

“Life and death are destined; wealth and fortune are determined by fate!” Seamus Somerset raised his gaze, radiating a murderous aura.

“Since the West Sea dared to kill my brother, it would be inexcusable for the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance not to retaliate.” He brushed his nose with his fingers and declared coldly: “Tomorrow, we march on the West Sea.”

“Impossible! Now is precisely the time to rest and recover; all efforts should be focused on dealing with the Holy Master!” Cold Nelson interjected to block the proposal. “True King, impatience leads to ruin of grand plans!”

“Oh?”

Seamus Somerset raised his head and met Cold Nelson’s gaze directly. “The slayer of Jex Kensington, the Five Peaks Arhat, has already been publicly executed by Julius Reed! Are you suggesting that for the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance to avenge his death, we must rely on the former Holy Master? If so, what need is there for your position as Holy Master here?”

With that, he stood and left!

The room fell into an awkward silence.

“The True King may be grieving for his brother, which explains his emotional distress.” Dashiell Everhart joked to lighten the atmosphere. “Besides, Julius Reed is alone—not a threat.”

As someone who controlled the military power of the Alliance, Seamus Somerset was not someone anyone could afford to provoke.

“I understand.” Cold Nelson’s expression remained forbidding as his lips twitched faintly.

A puppet, huh?

We’ll see about that!

“Dismissed for today! We’ll reconvene tomorrow!” Cold Nelson stood abruptly and left swiftly.

At the same time,

In Swimming City!

Hagan Marsh sat in Ilario Young’s scrap station, sharpening a blade.

The weather forecast said it would be a pitch-black, windy night tonight.

The perfect time for killing!