Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 817 - Slay the Dragon

Chapter 817: Chapter 817: Slay the Dragon?

Chapter 817: Chapter 817: Slay the Dragon?

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“This battle…

I’ve waited a full ten years for it.”

Hades raised his head to reveal his silver-grey face.

In his eyes, there was hatred.

That kind of deep-seated, unforgettable hatred!

Upon closer inspection, his face was covered in burn scars under the blazing sun.

“You should cherish your life after surviving a great disaster.

Why seek death once again by your own volition?”

Julius Reed watched Hades with cold eyes.

Or to be precise, ‘Ignatius’.

Ten years ago, Julius Reed was fishing on Extreme Ice Island.

Extreme Ice Island is a rather mysterious sea area, its rumors never ceasing.

At that time, many experts went to Extreme Ice Island, attempting to seek enlightenment for breakthroughs.

The Deep Cold aura could always invigorate one’s potential limitlessly.

As the Saint Lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Julius Reed, with nothing better to do, happened to pass by and decided to fish for a while.

He just so happened to meet Hades, who was known as ‘Ignatius’ at that time.

Back then, Hades was extremely handsome, only slightly less so compared to Julius Reed.

However, he coveted the deep-sea dragon turtle that Julius Reed had fished up.

Extreme Ice Island was teeming with various rare marine products, said to have life-extending properties.

Even if they didn’t extend one’s life, they could improve one’s cultivation.

The impetuous Hades made his move to steal the treasure and ended up being thrown by Julius Reed into a volcano.

Although Hades had exerted all his strength at that time and struck the Thunderbolt near the mouth of the volcano,

the high temperatures had ultimately left his face completely disfigured.

“Ten years…

For every moment of those ten years, I’ve thought of nothing but revenge.”

Hades held a silver spear, his cloak fluttering ceaselessly behind him.

A breeze blew, dispersing the dust on the roads.

It was terrifyingly silent.

“You cannot kill me.”

Julius Reed stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking coldly at Hades.

“If…

if you were still at your peak, I would undoubtedly be no match for you,” Hades said, revealing his white teeth with a heh heh, smiling: “But now, do you really think I don’t know your strength?”

Deep Cold is a top-world Shadow Warrior organization, with intelligence reaching everywhere.

Although they had recently gone to war with Willson Pavilion, causing their intelligence network to continually contract,

when the Sealing Dragon Platform was activated,

they were the first to grasp the news of the Dragon King.

The entire Martial World was boiling over with excitement!

Whoever could slay the dragon,

would be able to sit upon the dark world’s throne!

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And become a hegemon!

And Hades!

The Dragon King’s old nemesis, carrying the hope of Deep Cold, ventured alone into China!

The entire Deep Cold used all their strength to ensure his safe entry into the country.

Even when discovered by a branch manager of Willson Pavilion, Hades still easily disposed of him.

Ten years!

Ten painful years!

Hades trained like a madman, pushing his abilities to the limit!

At last…

The day had come.

“Even a starving camel is bigger than a horse, I could still kill you as easily as slaughtering a chicken, even if I’ve exhausted all my cultivation!”

Julius Reed’s gaze was sharp, staring intensely at Hades.

“Then…

let me witness the prowess of the Dragon King.”

Hades inverted his grip on the long spear and began to walk towards Julius Reed step by step.

The tip of the spear dragged across the asphalt of the road, leaving a deep groove.

And Julius Reed, still was as unmoved as a mountain.

“I will return the humiliation of ten years ago to you tenfold today!”

Whoosh!

A tearing sound through the air was heard!

Hades suddenly spun his long spear, tracing a circular trajectory!

The long spear, with a world-destroying aura, smashed directly toward Julius Reed!

This moment!

The wind stopped.

“Sword, come!”

In the instant the long spear was upon him, Julius Reed’s clothes fluttered without wind!

His aura fully unleashed!

At the same time, Eli Yarrow violently tossed a wooden box from a distance!

Whoosh!

Julius Reed punched towards the wooden box!

He pulled out a longsword!

The Great Zhou Night Sword, with two intertwining golden dragons!

He met the oncoming long spear head-on!

Hum!

A spark flew!

Julius Reed took a step back.

Hades leaped into the air, half-kneeling on the ground.

Silence!

The road was deathly still.

There was no sound whatsoever.

As if nothing had happened.

“You’ve weakened a lot compared to ten years ago.”

Hades slowly got up, approaching step by step.

“Ten years ago!

A single sword strike from you could grievously injure me, two could have killed me!”

A smug smile crossed his lips: “But now, you’re barely a match for me.”

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As he spoke, Hades suddenly ripped off his cloak!

He threw it on the ground.

“For ten years, I’ve been researching a set of darts techniques especially for you!” he said.

As he spoke, his right hand began to slowly rise, “It’s called, Slaying the Dragon.”

Whoosh!

The long spear whistled through the air, repeatedly slashing through the sky!

In an instant, within Phelan Kensington, leaves flew chaotically!

A wind rose from the still ground!

The long spear in Hades’ hand flickered with blue light, and a pile of leaves had already gathered around him.

“Everyone in the world wants to slay the dragon, but how many are actually dragon slayers?”

Julius Reed slowly raised the Major Laran Night Sword in his hands, gripping it tightly.

His eyes stared straight ahead.

In the midst of the storm, Hades, wielding his long spear, took step by step toward him.

With every step he took, the windstorm intensified.

“Today, I will play the brave dragon slayer!”

Suddenly, Hades accelerated, his entire being rushing forward with the storm!

The wild wind swept through, and the ground thundered with a shock!

“Being a brave warrior isn’t so easy!”

The Major Laran Night Sword in Julius Reed’s hand trembled slightly, as if possessed by a Sword Spirit!

Whoosh!

The fallen leaves surged wildly!

Then, with the cold gleam of lightning, he burst forth!

Clang!

A sword, fell!

The scattered leaves drifted gently down to earth.

The wind ceased.

Julius Reed pushed forward with his longsword, slashing out frantically!

One sword!

Two swords!

Three swords…

Until——

Seven swords!

Whoosh!

Hades was sent flying, his long spear stabbing into the ground.

In his eyes, a touch of shock.

“You…”

“You’re too weak,” Julius Reed said, extending a finger and gently shaking it.

“Good!

Very good!” Hades narrowed his eyes, his hand holding Ignatius began to tremble.

“Ten years ago, you managed to survive.

Today, I’ll see how you escape!”

Julius Reed, carrying the Major Laran Night Sword, walked step by step toward Hades.

“I won’t…

let this go so easily.”

Hades, unwilling to accept defeat, looked at his archenemy before him, and with a powerful leap, he vanished into Phelan Kensington.

Leaving behind only the ground, shattered beyond recognition.

“Mr.

Reed, I will lead people in pursuit!”

Eli Yarrow stepped down from the carriage, reached for his weapon at his waist, and was about to chase after him.

“No need…”

Julius Reed held out his hand to stop him.

“But he…” Eli Yarrow hadn’t finished speaking.

A trickle of fresh blood seeped from the corner of Julius Reed’s mouth.

Silence.

Eli Yarrow’s eyes widened as he realized why he could not pursue.

“I’ll take you to the hospital!”

He supported Julius Reed, attempting to get him into the carriage.

“It’s nothing…”

Julius Reed gently pushed his hand away and took a deep breath.

Feeling somewhat better.

“Ten years…

who would have thought that in ten years, Ignatius would have vastly surpassed his former self.”

Looking at the broken road surface under his feet, Julius Reed showed a hint of a smile.

The world was becoming more and more interesting.

“If he recovers, you…”

A flash of panic crossed Eli Yarrow’s face.

“If he survives, that itself is fortune,” Julius Reed turned his head to look at Eli Yarrow, “Do you really think that someone can fight me to a draw?”

…

Five kilometers outside Phelan Kensington.

Splat!

Hades kneeled on one knee, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Ignatius deeply embedded in the ground beneath his feet.

He took out his phone to call Axel Somerset, “Arrange for the Leocadia Family to tend to my injuries…”

Before he could finish.

Hades collapsed to the ground.

And the still-standing Ignatius, too, showed a deep dent.

Deep…

A dent.