Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 1510: 1510: Ruthless Destruction of Beauty

Chapter 1510: Chapter 1510: Ruthless Destruction of Beauty

Is it the Emperor?

This was the first thought that crossed the mind of the Emperor’s younger sister.

But the royal bloodline’s treasured weapon, the Great Zhou Twilight Sword, wasn’t with the royal lineage at all.

Moreover, Grace River was in the palace, overseeing everything; she couldn’t possibly have the energy to personally come to Swimming City.

Who could it be?

Could it be that damn man the Emperor is always thinking about?

Impossible!

Th𝘪𝖘 𝕔h𝙖p𝘵𝕖r 𝗂𝐬 p𝟬𝓈𝑡ꬲ𝘥 bʏ 𝘬ḭτ𝓮ṅ𝐨𝕧є𝙡

She had been found by Lillian Thompson—how could that damn man possibly know?

Staring at the Great Zhou Twilight Sword embedded in the ground before her, the Emperor’s younger sister was lost in confusion.

She didn’t dare to feel joy, fearing that what followed hope might be endless despair.

“Who’s there? Get out here!” The Ghost Martial Tribe Great Grandmaster’s blood poured from his body, his legs trembling in agony!

Humiliation!

The dual blow to his spirit and flesh made this Great Grandmaster grind his teeth in hatred!

“Come out!”

He steadied himself by propping one hand against the wall, the other reaching for the scattered remains of flesh on the ground.

Some things, people attempt even knowing they’re futile.

Though this Great Grandmaster knew deep down he was essentially ruined, he still held onto a sliver of hope—hoping to take it back and attempt surgery.

“Who is it?”

Lillian Thompson was similarly uneasy.

The matter was highly covert; she had followed the Emperor’s younger sister all the way without seeing her contact anyone.

How could there be helpers?

“Lillian Thompson, you deceived me.”

When Julius Reed’s voice echoed faintly, Lillian Thompson shuddered!

It really… was him!

“Holy Lord, why have you come…” Her face was filled with panic, her body instinctively retreating.

“What, can’t I come here? Came to check on my handmaid, came to see the Ghost Martial Tribe’s saintess—is that not allowed?” Julius Reed stepped out from the shadows, stood at the warehouse door, hands clasped behind his back: “Must I seek your permission?”

“No…” Lillian Thompson’s face turned pale, waving her hands anxiously: “That’s not what I meant…”

“Then what did you mean?” Julius Reed tilted his head, his gaze piercing straight into her: “Speak. What’s your true intent in hiding by my side? And why have you concealed your identity as the saintess of the Ghost Martial Tribe all this time?”

“I…” Lillian Thompson faltered, unsure how to explain.

“Holy Lord, please trust me! Everything I’ve done has been to cleanse corruption from the court. I harbor no selfishness, no betrayal toward you! From the moment we met in the capital to now, I’ve risked life and limb for you—never once have I harbored undue ambitions.”

By the end, she was at a loss for words, not knowing how else to explain.

Some things only become more incriminating the more one tries to justify.

“Regardless, you deceived me.” Julius Reed took a step forward, prompting the Ghost Martial Tribe Grandmaster to become instantly alert.

“I had my reasons!” Lillian Thompson’s eyes brimmed with desperation as she pleaded: “Please give me a chance to explain, will you?”

“My time is valuable. I don’t have any interest in hearing such matters. But you—you must come back with me.” Julius Reed finished speaking and took another step forward.

“How did you manage to find me…” Lillian Thompson backed away repeatedly, her gaze filled with anguish.

“I am the Holy Lord.” Julius Reed replied placidly: “You know that. The Holy Lord can do anything. Come, let’s go back.”

With that, he suddenly darted forward!

“Protect the saintess!”

Two Grandmasters charged toward him!

But Lillian Thompson hesitated not a moment, disappearing into the darkness.

“Stop him at all cost! But remember, don’t harm him!”

When this voice resounded, Lillian Thompson had already vanished without a trace.

Swish!

The Hell Sword at Julius Reed’s waist flashed into view!

A flash of black light!

A blaze of blue fire burst forth!

Splurt!

The heads of the two Grandmasters fell instantly to the ground.

“This…” The Ghost Martial Tribe Great Grandmasters froze.

Quite formidable indeed!

The Emperor’s younger sister also widened her eyes, gazing upon him like she was staring at some kind of monster.

So, this is the man the Emperor always thinks of?

He’s indeed quite handsome and exceptionally skilled.

The damn man turns out to be rather capable.

“A bunch of trash. Shall I deal with you myself, or will you commit suicide?” Julius Reed sheathed the Hell Sword, then conjured a small Compass-like object in his palm.

“I will kill you!”

The trembling Ghost Martial Tribe Great Grandmaster lifted his blade and charged at Julius Reed!

“Together!”

The other Grandmasters and Masters behind him joined the attack!

No matter how formidable he was, they held absolute superiority in numbers—surely they could win!

Swish!

Julius Reed caught the Great Zhou Twilight Sword in midair as it flew out from the concrete ground and landed in his palm!

And then!

He spun forward with immense force!

Clang!

Metal collided!

Brilliant sparks flew!

Julius Reed soared into the air, vaulting behind the Ghost Martial Tribe crowd!

“Kid, before killing you, I’m going to let you taste being castrated!” That Great Grandmaster hissed as he slashed out!

“Collect!”

Julius Reed seized decisively with his left hand!

The Compass-like object suddenly materialized within his palm!

Swish!

Nine incredibly sharp flying daggers pierced the void and promptly returned!

“Why didn’t you dodge?” The Great Grandmaster stepped in front of Julius Reed, demanding answers.

“Why would I dodge? The dead can’t kill me.”

With that, Julius Reed extended a hand and gave a gentle push.

Thud!

The Great Grandmaster’s head rolled to the floor, spinning once.

“It’s a journey you’ll all take together. At least there’s companionship below.” Julius Reed flicked his sleeve lightly as a breeze swept through.

The Ghost Martial Tribe Masters and Grandmasters all slumped to the ground, their heads separated from their bodies.

Only now did Julius Reed realize the unmatched power of Micah Will’s Nine Heavens Thorn!

The Great Grandmasters were undeniably stronger by combat prowess—but they remained human, and humans could be killed.

Julius Reed had pre-planted the blades before leaping behind the crowd, carrying out the kill effortlessly!

If not for the Nine Heavens Thorn, fighting against so many Great Grandmasters simultaneously would have been an arduous battle!

On the ground.

The Emperor’s younger sister stared blankly, utterly stunned.

She knew all too well how formidable the Ghost Martial Tribe Masters were.

But now, these Great Grandmasters had been taken out so effortlessly?

She hadn’t even seen how this young man had acted.

Mystifying!

The Emperor’s younger sister studied Julius Reed like he was some kind of monster.

“Emperor’s younger sister?”

Julius Reed wiped the blood from the Great Zhou Twilight Sword, crouching down to look at her.

“Yes…”

Having a man stare at her this way, the Emperor’s younger sister felt utterly uncomfortable.

“A royal steward?”

Julius Reed asked again.

“Yes!” The Emperor’s younger sister inhaled deeply, lifting her head to meet Julius Reed’s gaze.

But soon, she faltered.

“The royal bloodline belongs to the Seven Veins, subordinate to Pendleton. And Pendleton’s goal is to eliminate me. In other words, you are my enemy.”

Julius Reed’s hand opened slightly, supporting the chin of the Emperor’s younger sister.

“So, should I kill you?”

“Damn man! If you want to kill, then kill. Don’t touch me! Take your filthy hand away!” The Emperor’s younger sister weakly cursed, though she barely had the strength to struggle.

“Is that so? I just remembered you kidnapped my wife.” Julius Reed slowly drew the Great Zhou Twilight Sword, pressing it against her neck: “Any last words you’d like me to deliver?”

“I…” The Emperor’s younger sister narrowed her brows and said calmly: “None.”

“Then let me send you on your way.” Julius Reed pushed the golden sword further.

“You are a remarkable man. Only now do I understand why the Emperor is so obsessed with you.” The Emperor’s younger sister opened her eyes, staring directly at Julius Reed: “It’s a pity I couldn’t kill you myself.”

“You talk too much.” Julius Reed swung his sword fiercely!

The Emperor’s younger sister collapsed to the ground, a blood mark now visible on her neck.