Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 1498: 1498: I, Old Eight, in the World of Gourmet
Chapter 1498: Chapter 1498: I, Old Eight, in the World of Gourmet
Ian Jorden exuded a murderous aura.
Hagan Marsh first escaped the heavily guarded City Lord’s Mansion refugee camp, and then, despite the patrols of the garrison on every street, captured all the leaders of Middle Three Rord!
This was a direct slap to the City Lord’s face!
If anything happened to Middle Three Rord, Swimming City would plunge into utter chaos!
The Lower Three Rord resided outside the city and couldn’t stir up much trouble.
But Middle Three Rord was a different story.
Now that Adler Haw had been killed and their territory nearly wiped out.
If Middle Three Rord also fell into disarray, what kind of bloody storm would arise from the unbalanced power dynamic?
Ian Jorden dared not think about it, nor did he have the time to!
At this point, it seemed almost certain that Xander Cook’s death was orchestrated by Hagan Marsh.
But what exactly was this corpse-refining lunatic after!
Bam!
He kicked open the door to the private room!
“Hagan Marsh!” Ian Jorden bellowed.
“Hagan Marsh, at your service, City Lord.” Sitting in his chair, Hagan Marsh looked at Ian Jorden with a cheerful grin, holding a wine cup in his left hand and clutching the shivering Colton Leopold with his right. “Come, have a drink. Whatever the matter is, we’ll talk after.”
“I’ll use your head as my drinking accompaniment!” Ian Jorden lunged forward, blade in hand, slashing ferociously!
No need for words!
In a battle of life and death, the first move wins!
While Hagan Marsh was no slouch in combat, Ian Jorden was supremely confident in himself!
Clang!
Just as the blade was about to reach Hagan Marsh’s head, another long blade suddenly appeared in midair!
The sound of metal colliding reverberated like deafening thunder!
“Ah, reinforcements!”
Ian Jorden swiftly withdrew his blade, his gaze locking onto the Ghost King.
“Heh heh, are you the City Lord?” The Ghost King, holding a bronze blade adorned with copper rings and engraved with dozens of skulls, chuckled grimly. The weapon looked ancient.
“Indeed! And you are…” Ian Jorden sized him up, lightly waving his left hand.
From outside, the Grandmasters of the City Lord’s Mansion immediately stormed in!
“Gossamer Cave.” The Ghost King revealed a mouthful of blood-red teeth and grinned sinisterly. “I’d very much like to taste your brain.”
“Before that, I might just sever your head!” Ian Jorden’s eyes fell on the two corpses, and his heart dropped!
Silas Cook and Hakeem Ridge were both dead!
This confirmed it—chaos in Swimming City was inevitable!
Damn it!
The Holy Lord truly was a calamity in human form!
Wherever he went, disaster followed!
If he were to enter the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb, wouldn’t he dig up even the coffins?
For now!
Ian Jorden had to kill Hagan Marsh and regain control over the Middle Three Rord’s forces to balance the First and Second Rords.
If he failed, his position as City Lord could very well be forfeited!
All the efforts he’d endured—the feigned death, the escape to this place, and the humiliation—would all be for naught!
Ian Jorden’s blade slashed wildly!
Aimed straight for the Ghost King!
His moves lacked elegance, focusing solely on raw power!
Clang!
The metallic clash rang out once more!
The Ghost King, gripping his blade with both hands, forced Ian Jorden back!
Spurt!
Ian Jorden coughed up fresh blood, leaning on his blade for support, his face twisted in pain!
The battle with Damari Tennyson had left him severely injured, wounds that had not yet healed.
Now, clashing directly with the Ghost King’s blade only tore open his old injuries, causing him unbearable agony!
“For a City Lord, this is all you’ve got?” The Ghost King’s wrist tingled slightly, but he pretended to be unfazed. “If that’s the best you can do, then I suppose I’ll get to taste your brain sooner than expected!”
A glimmer of greed sparkled in his eyes as he spoke.
“Attack!” Ian Jorden’s gaze darkened.
Fortunately, he had brought a group of Grandmasters along.
But behind him, the blade of one of the Grandmasters was suddenly at his throat.
“Apologies, City Lord!”
A Grandmaster sneered. “To tell you the truth, we are agents of the Unbeatable Divine Hall. The War God has commanded us to send you to the afterlife!”
The previous City Lord had close ties with the Unbeatable Divine Hall, exchanging secret codes and messages every so often.
After Ian Jorden assumed the City Lord’s identity, he was unaware of these dealings.
The agents of the Unbeatable Divine Hall thus remained hidden, never revealing a single flaw.
The last time.
Devlin had used the pretense of delivering the Divine Dragon Tripod to the Unbeatable Divine Hall to strike a deal.
One of the terms of that deal was to activate the Unbeatable Divine Hall’s agents hidden among the Grandmasters of the City Lord.
Under ordinary circumstances, these Grandmasters wouldn’t stand a chance against even a single slash from Ian Jorden!
But now, they had become the final straw breaking the camel’s back.
“What’s going on?” Even the Ghost King was momentarily dumbstruck.
His disciples were ready for combat. Why were their enemies suddenly turning on each other?
“This is the work of that Prince Bradley.” Hagan Marsh glanced at his feet, confirming that Devlin wasn’t within earshot, and whispered, “That man cannot be allowed to live!”
“Agreed! Such meticulous scheming must not be allowed to persist!” The Ghost King’s face turned uncharacteristically serious.
Such betrayal chilled him to the bone.
People like this!
“Prince Bradley?” Ian Jorden looked up, squinting his eyes. “Devlin?”
Over the past few days, Devlin had been elusive, seldom appearing in the City Lord’s Mansion.
“As expected, a venomous ambition!” His eyes narrowed coldly as he suddenly struck!
Squelch!
With no warning, the traitorous Grandmaster lost his head in a single slash!
Bang!
At the same time, the Ghost King’s powerful kick slammed into Ian Jorden’s chest!
The agents of the Unbeatable Divine Hall quickly surged forward, subduing Ian Jorden!
“To think I would have the honor of savoring the City Lord’s brain.” The Ghost King, blade in hand, slowly approached Ian Jorden. “Any final words?”
“Mark my words.” Ian Jorden’s bloodshot eyes glared as he sneered. “You’ll die a miserable death! Swimming City holds a true dragon!”
Devlin!
A traitor!
Ian Jorden burned with hatred!
His eagerness to capture Hagan Marsh, combined with the sight of the Middle Three Rord’s leaders under control, had led him to act rashly!
Had he remained calm, he might have avoided this!
Of course.
Had he not been injured, he might have still managed to fight!
But now, with the garrison guarding the lower levels and the Grandmasters accompanying him as secret agents of the Unbeatable Divine Hall, he had no way of gaining support!
Defeat was inevitable!
Ian Jorden felt utterly unwilling!
“Good. You have backbone.” The Ghost King licked his lips and chuckled darkly. “I’ll make sure you stay alive just long enough for me to devour your brain piece by piece!”
With that, he raised his blade, ready to strike!
“Eating brains doesn’t quite work that way, does it?”
Suddenly, a voice spoke up.
“Are you teaching me how to do things?” The Ghost King wasn’t pleased.
But then he suddenly turned around!
He realized the voice was unfamiliar!
Not one of his people!
“Who’s there!”
The Ghost King roared.
“In the culinary world, I’m Old Eight, unanimously known as the Gourmet.”
Crack!
Before the sentence was even finished.
The windows of the Nevernight City shattered into fragments!
Soon after.
A figure soared through the air.
Landing directly inside the private room.
“St…” Ian Jorden’s body trembled at the sight of the figure, and he instinctively blurted out.
“Shh. Just watch quietly.” Julius Reed, wielding the Dazhou Lan Night Blade, silenced Ian Jorden with a finger to his lips. “Today, big brother will teach you what it means to conquer with virtue.”
Tears streamed from Ian Jorden’s eyes as he bit his lip and nodded.
Some words needed no explanation.
“Who’s this brat!” The Ghost King frowned, sneering. “Do you even know who I am?”
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It was beyond his expectations that someone would show up now to court death.
“I don’t care who you are! Today, I, Julius Reed, am here to take you down!” With a swift motion, Julius Reed swung his blade!
Like a meteor chasing the moon!
Fast!
Fast as lightning!
The Ghost King hastily blocked, raising his blade. He was forced back three steps, both hands trembling from the impact!
Such power!
Too strong!
“I hear you like to eat?” Julius Reed spread his hand, as the Dazhou Lan Night Blade began spinning furiously in his palm. “Then savor my blade first.”
With those words!
He raised his hand suddenly!
Golden light erupted in the air!
The Dazhou Lan Night Blade—
Sliced through the void!
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