Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 1509: 1509: No Chicken Discussion

Chapter 1509: Chapter 1509: No Chicken Discussion

1:00 AM.

The Imperial Young Sister staggered into an abandoned warehouse in Swimming City.

Her footsteps faltered, each step seemingly more torturous than the last.

The Ghost Martial Tribe was fundamentally different from Pendleton.

According to existing records, the Ghost Martial Tribe first appeared during the great battle between the Emperor and Pruitt Wilde.

The ancestors of the Ghost Martial Tribe were once the foremost warriors under Pruitt Wilde.

After Pruitt Wilde’s defeat, this warrior left the Central Plains, leading the remnants of Pruitt Wilde’s faction southwest.

By the time they reached the formidable southwestern mountains, most of the tribe had perished.

From then on, the Ghost Martial Tribe made their roots here, passing down their lineage for thousands of years.

Over time, many branches of the Ghost Martial Tribe emerged.

The Ghost King’s domain in the Gossamer Cave was one such branch of the tribe.

Hagan Marsh came to Swimming City under the orders of Lillian Tompson.

The Ghost King sought to control Swimming City, and this too was Lillian Tompson’s directive.

She had long hidden her identity, presenting herself as someone without a significant background.

As a result, Grace River and Isabella Warm had spent years investigating her only to find nothing.

Had it not been for Lillian Tompson’s haste to seize control of Swimming City, her identity would’ve likely remained concealed.

“Hah!”

The Imperial Young Sister leaned against the warehouse wall, her right hand sweeping lightly.

The dust on the ground immediately dispersed.

She was a meticulous person; even now, poisoned and gravely injured, she insisted on keeping her sitting area clean.

Cross-legged, the Imperial Young Sister couldn’t help but furrow her brows.

Pain!

Dizzy!

Itchy!

The wound felt as if countless ants were gnawing at her flesh!

Despite her extraordinary endurance, she couldn’t withstand this searing agony.

“Ugh…”

The Imperial Young Sister let out a pained moan and retrieved a vial of pills from her chest.

These pills, exclusive to the Imperial lineage, could neutralize over a thousand poisons.

After consuming one, she felt slightly better.

Yet the biting sensation around the wound lingered.

She closed her eyes and began to take deep, deliberate breaths.

For a Martial Artist, the body was akin to a furnace, with Spiritual Energy coursing through its veins.

Upon advancing to the realm of Grandmaster, one could perceive the world’s essence and imbue oneself with its boundless Spiritual Power through natural laws.

The Imperial Young Sister’s physique was already strong enough.

Under normal circumstances, even if wounded during combat, she could rapidly regenerate.

But now…

The slash from that blade had marked a wound that refused to heal.

The Imperial Young Sister sealed her meridians, attempting to halt blood circulation around the area.

But it was futile.

Her inner Spiritual Power continued to dissipate, unable to expel the poison.

“Save your energy.”

Suddenly, a voice resonated.

Unbeknownst to her, Lillian Tompson had appeared at the warehouse door.

She held a dagger in hand, her gaze fixed on the Imperial Young Sister with a cold smirk.

“You’re truly strong! During our first encounter, I underestimated you.” She slowly approached the Imperial Young Sister, clutching her chest. “You live up to your title as the Imperial lineage’s chief steward. Earlier, you hit me so hard I coughed up blood. If that blade hadn’t pierced your body, I’d likely be your prisoner right now.”

Lillian Tompson wore a smug expression as she spoke.

She even crouched before the Imperial Young Sister, mockery evident in her tone: “Here I am, right in front of you. Go on, capture me?”

“I assure you, the Emperor will slaughter you and utterly obliterate the Ghost Martial Tribe!” The Imperial Young Sister displayed no fear; instead, she exuded calm defiance.

Matters of life and death are governed by destiny.

She was a warrior—bold, unyielding, and fearless in the face of death!

Who said women are inferior to men?

Across the Imperial lineage, apart from Otniel Harsh, no one held higher military prestige than the Imperial Young Sister.

Even though she occasionally cursed out “filthy men.”

“That’s none of your concern.” Lillian Tompson leaned closer, tilting the Imperial Young Sister’s chin, her face adorned with a sinister smile. “Did you know? That blade was soaked in venom extracted from countless poisonous ants, blended with a toxin unique to the Ghost Martial Tribe! You’ll experience the torment of being gnawed by countless creatures, I promise. You’ll beg for mercy soon enough.”

“Despicable.” The Imperial Young Sister uttered the word with a calm indifference.

Then, she closed her eyes.

“So, this is the famed chief strategist of Grace River! Even in the face of such agony, she resists yielding. Impressive, truly impressive!” Lillian Tompson straightened herself, breaking into an eerie laugh.

Smack!

She clapped her hands lightly.

A dozen men entered from outside.

Each of them, like the Ghost King, adorned with garments embossed with skeletal designs, their physiques robust!

Among them, four were warriors of Great Grandmaster caliber!

An ordinary Grandmaster could dominate a region, let alone a Great Grandmaster!

However, within the Ghost Martial Tribe, with its high hierarchical standing and relentless conflicts against formidable adversaries, Great Grandmasters seemed commonplace, and Grandmasters were ubiquitous.

In this vast world with its billions of inhabitants, even if there were ten thousand Great Grandmasters, they’d only represent a small fraction.

(The author calculated this: it’s about one in a million.)

But in reality, the number of Great Grandmasters is far fewer.

These exceptional warriors are concentrated within secluded sects.

Even sects like the Ghost Martial Tribe, which has endured for millennia, only boast a mere dozen Great Grandmasters.

Of course, though Great Grandmasters possess elevated power, this doesn’t rule out those of Grandmaster rank defeating them.

“Imperial Young Sister, I’ve heard you dislike men? You even often curse them as filthy dogs?” Lillian Tompson bent down, chuckling lightly. “Today, I’ll let you experience the ‘charms’ of men. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a pity to die never knowing this wondrous feeling?”

After speaking, she turned and stood at the warehouse entrance.

The Ghost Martial Tribe’s men, in orderly fashion, moved toward the Imperial Young Sister.

“Lillian Tompson! You’re vile!” For the first time, a tremor of fear flickered across the Imperial Young Sister’s face; soon, it morphed into a fury of pure hatred!

She abruptly stood, striking out with her palm!

Crack!

The foremost Grandmaster didn’t even have time to react as his skull was instantly shattered!

“How dare you!”

Boom!

A Great Grandmaster delivered a fierce punch, colliding heavily with the Imperial Young Sister’s shoulder!

Splatter!

The already-injured Imperial Young Sister spat a mouthful of blood, collapsing in anguish.

“Beautiful, truly stunning!” The Ghost Martial Tribe men’s eyes glimmered with desire.

The Imperial Young Sister’s complexion was porcelain-white, her features strikingly exquisite.

Though aloof, her very demeanor inflamed the urge for dominance.

She lay crumpled on the floor, her upper body stained with blood. Her torn white blouse ignited the rawest impulses in the Ghost Martial Tribe men.

“I’ll go first!” A Great Grandmaster took a deep swallow, his eyes blazing.

Th𝙞𝖘 ₡h𝙖pτєr 𝑖𝕤 p𝕠𝖘ţ𝖾𝙙 bƴ 𝘒ɪ𝑡ᥱη𝙤νɛ𝙡

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