Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 1525 The Throne

Chapter 1525: Chapter 1525 The Throne

In the wide tunnel.

Only footsteps remain.

Julius Reed races forward with his sword, his eyes bloodshot!

The Dragon King Ring flickers with a dark light, on and off.

His Da Zhou Lan Ye Sword is also shrouded in black smoke!

Boosh!

After sprinting a kilometer!

He stands at the mouth of the cave.

Th𝚤𝖘 𝙘hаp𝗍℮r 𝖎ṡ pℴ𝖘𝖙ᥱ𝗱 b𝑦 𝙆𝘪ƚ℮𝐧Օ𝖛ᥱ|

Before him, lies a different world.

The original dilapidated stone walls have long vanished.

Replacing them are magnificent gold bricks!

The space before him looks more like a palace.

Square-shaped!

Both length and width are a kilometer, and the ceiling is a dome arching upwards.

Brilliant gold glimmers above, illuminating the entire palace.

Eighteen pillars, about three meters in diameter, engraved with Qiongqi patterns, stand from the ground up to the ceiling!

In the center!

There is a throne!

A throne made of pure gold!

Upon the throne sits a person.

The person is dressed in a gold robe, leaning back on the throne, holding a sword!

The sword.

Deeply embedded below.

Around him, four people kneel neatly.

It’s unclear if they are alive or dead.

Julius Reed looks down.

The floor is made of pure gold tiles.

Unclear how many years have passed, but these tiles remain spotless.

Ten meters away is a circular trench.

The trench is thirty meters wide, flowing with the water that had just flooded in from the cave entrance.

“What’s happening!”

Demetrius Caldwell, carrying a longsword, stands behind Julius Reed, panting, protected by several Great Grandmasters.

But after asking the question, he instinctively steps back.

This…

Is that the boy from earlier?

A layer of black smoke surrounds his cloak!

“Be careful!” Shore Elm quickly shields Demetrius Caldwell, eyeing Julius Reed with wariness.

Danger!

She feels an unprecedented, dangerous aura.

This is not something a human should possess!

Meanwhile, the other two cave entrances are also occupied!

Dozens gaze across, showing greedy expressions!

Even just the tomb chamber is so opulent!

Imagine how much treasure lies inside!

“You said you wanted to bring back the ancestor’s remains.” Julius Reed turns around, eyes crimson, as if peering into Demetrius Caldwell: “But your Caldwell Family, no one has ever come here.”

“What are you doing!”

Shore Elm, with twin blades in hand, watches Julius Reed alertly.

The other Grandmasters also gather around.

“I don’t like being deceived.” Julius Reed slowly raises the Da Zhou Lan Ye Sword, striking down forcefully!

Clang!

Shore Elm falls to her knees with a thud, blood seeping from her lips.

This strike!

Its power is immense!

Her twin blades have deformed.

“Protect the master!” Even in pain, Shore Elm continues to shout.

“Retreat!”

Demetrius Caldwell commands softly, stepping forward towards Julius Reed.

The Caldwell Family’s Grandmasters withdraw swiftly upon hearing the order!

Without any hesitation!

Swoosh!

Julius Reed lifts his sword.

The sword’s edge presses against Demetrius Caldwell’s throat.

“Indeed, my father came to the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb years ago, entered this very place. But… he did not return. The ancestor of my Caldwell Family who survived did so because they were outside and merely escaped by luck. Whether you believe it or not, Demetrius Caldwell speaks the truth! Frankly and openly!”

Demetrius Caldwell raises his head, closing his eyes.

He knows his followers are no match for the boy before him.

If sacrificing one could save the followers behind him, it’s not in vain for them to follow him once.

“A good explanation, and I did not intend to kill you.” Julius Reed turns back, looking at the pool, staring at the throne!

Watching the person upon the throne.

Could this be the secret of the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb?

Boosh!

He leaps up, turning into a black smoke, rushing towards the throne!

“Quick! Don’t let him seize the advantage!”

The other martial artists see Julius Reed heading towards the palace’s center and quickly follow!

In the air!

Dark light streaks by!

Julius Reed is enveloped entirely in Evil Qi, sword raised high!

He strikes down with all his strength!

Boom!

A thunderous crash!

Just as the longsword is about to strike down!

The throne suddenly collapses!

Julius Reed’s entire being fell into the deep pit!

“Follow him! Kill him!” The white-haired elder pointed his fan towards the center of the palace, stomping his feet in anger: “If he gets the opportunity, won’t we lose everything?”

“Yes, Master!”

Four black-clad samurai drew their long knives and charged out!

But as they landed and tried to enter the pit!

The four kneeling figures on the ground suddenly stood up!

“This…”

The martial artist from Hillcrest Island was stunned on the spot!

The next moment!

His head fell to the ground!

“Is there anyone so bold as to invade the sacred land?”

A man adorned with a crown and dressed in regal attire spoke coldly.

In his hand, the bronze sword dripped with fresh blood.

“What the hell is this, a man or a ghost!”

The other martial artists from Hillcrest Island were bewildered.

The ancient tomb of the Azure Emperor hasn’t been opened for three to four hundred years, and now these four monsters appear? Are they human?

“I… I want to go home…”

His companion’s legs weakened, trembling uncontrollably.

“Move aside!”

Thunk!

Suddenly!

Several long knives slashed down from behind them!

The martial artist from Hillcrest Island was split in two, dying without knowing how it happened.

“Get out! Whoever blocks me, dies!”

The four black-clad samurai gripped their long knives tightly, shouting furiously after slaughtering the Hillcrest Island martial artist: “Out!”

There was not the slightest reverence in their eyes!

There is no such thing as ghosts and gods in this world!

Why be afraid?

“Everyone is human, and humans can be killed! If you know what’s best, move aside!”

The leading samurai stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the man in front.

The man’s face was pale, yet he was very much alive!

But that crown?

That dragon robe?

Why such attire?

The bronze sword in the man’s hand was also somewhat rusty.

It seemed he had been inside the ancient tomb for a long time.

“All men face death, but you cannot kill me.” The man in the dragon robe suddenly laughed, eyes filled with disdain: “Only the strong have the right to speak!”

Having said that!

A flash of azure edge!

Clang!

The black-clad samurai instantly drew their knives, directly clashing with the bronze sword!

Crash! Crash! Crash!

The force was too overwhelming, causing the black-clad samurai to stagger backward several steps unguardedly!

But before he could steady himself!

The bronze sword sliced through the air, piercing directly through his heart!

Drip, drop!

Blood dripped onto the ground.

The black-clad samurai lowered his head in disbelief, glancing at his chest.

Thunk!

He spat a mouthful of blood, kneeling to the ground.

Dead.

“This…”

The remaining three couldn’t help but swallow hard.

He was their strongest senior brother!

Yet…

Didn’t even withstand a single move?

“Greed will make one lose everything.”

The man in the dragon robe pulled out the bronze sword, turning to face the remaining three black-clad samurai: “Including life itself!”

Crash!

The moment his words fell, he charged forward!

Like a meteor!

The bronze sword smashed down directly!

Boom!

One man was caught off guard, instantly shattered on the ground!

The man in the dragon robe did not stop, the bronze sword sliced through again!

The remaining two, their heads fell to the ground.

“No one has dared speak to me like this for many years.” He gazed at the rusting bronze sword in his hand, his eyes dazing slightly.

Indeed.

Once, he was a king.

But now…

“Great Majestic Heavenly Dragon!”

Boom!

Suddenly, a golden light flashed!

Directly striking the man in the dragon robe!

The man in the dragon robe was unguarded, sent flying over ten meters away!

Fell to the ground, motionless.

“What monster dares to act recklessly before this divine being!”

At the center of the giant hall.

The West Sea deity, with white hair and clad in red, stood with hands behind his back.

His eyes, deep as stars, gazed at the remaining three.