Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

"It's actually Badao!"

Phinnaeus Moore's words instantly ignited the venue!

Badao!

The most difficult and rarest path of cultivation in the world!

If among one thousand martial artists, over nine hundred and ninety practice martial arts, then among ten thousand people, only five might practice the Path of Weaponry.

In one hundred thousand people, there might not even be one following Badao!

In a million, there might not be one who successfully steps into the threshold of Badao!

The reason being none other!

Badao is extremely harmful to the body.

A Badao cultivator uses a strong and domineering stance to suppress opponents forcefully!

The requirements for physical strength and spiritual power are exceptionally high!

Even if one's physique and spiritual power meet the standards, backlash can still occur.

The immensely fierce and masculine aura is like boiling water, keeping the spiritual power within the body in a state of boiling!

When Badao is executed, the boiling spiritual power that emanates can tear down the enemy but also harm oneself!

Because of this, nine out of ten Badao practitioners are blocked outside the door.

Those who enter mostly withdraw due to being unable to withstand it.

Those who barely persist are mostly killed by the backlash.

Even those who survive endure endless pain day and night.

Entering Badao means a slim chance of survival.

Now!

At the tournament where martial artists from across the world gather!

They actually have the fortune to witness a Badao practitioner; how can the martial artists not be thrilled?

Even Phinnaeus Moore, a global martial arts alliance director, confirmed repeatedly before affirming the young one in front was practicing Badao!

Such practitioners are extremely rare!

If there weren't someone practicing Badao within the global martial arts alliance itself, Phinnaeus Moore wouldn't be so sure.

The aura emitted by Badao is too familiar!

It directly suppresses thousands of martial arts!

Ansel Tennyson's Path of Weaponry appeared humble at this moment!

In the stands, Han Caldwell couldn't help but stand up, pressing both hands on the table, staring intently below!

Badao!

It's actually Badao!

No wonder this young person could defeat so many Young Masters single-handedly!

But at such an age, how could one possibly practice Badao?

A tall tree catches the wind; it must be destroyed!

If allowed to grow, it will surely become a huge threat in the future!

Indeed, many Badao practitioners don't live long.

But now, at such a young age, he's already able to compete with a Great Grandmaster; what incredible accomplishments could he achieve in another forty or fifty years?

He must be destroyed!

"Later, record his moves. Remember, you must make him fall from grace and die right on this arena!"

Han Caldwell whispered to the Great Grandmaster responsible for recording the moves behind him.

This Great Grandmaster is in charge of guarding the Caldwell Family's library and has been researching martial arts extensively, possessing an extraordinary memory.

"Okay!"

Even this Great Grandmaster felt pressured now, with sweat involuntarily seeping from his forehead.

The most anxious was Franco Tennyson!

He squinted, staring intently at the ring!

Miscalculated!

The Path of Weaponry is powerful, which is why his display of the Path of Weaponry shocked the entire venue.

And for Sword Sect to not practice Sword Dao but the Path of Weaponry, even stronger!

One Franco Tennyson was already astonishing.

But like Ansel Tennyson and his father, sword practitioners following the Path of Weaponry were even more frightening!

You could say that within the martial arts world for the next few centuries, there would only be awe towards Boulevard Sword Sect, not daring to have any contempt.

A family with two Path of Weaponry practitioners, enough to dominate the martial world.

Yet he hadn't expected Badao would appear in the ring!

This probability is about as slim as winning the lottery!

As a father, he was very worried!

But the words had already been spoken!

Once on the ring, life and death are left to fate!

Moreover, the critical moment had not yet arrived.

If the crucial moment came, even if he interfered, no one would dare stop him!

Luckily, Badao is extremely exhausting; seeing Julius Reed at such an age, almost all experienced martial artists knew it wouldn't last long.

"Damn it! This kid…freak!"

Tennyson Hawthorne nearly uttered 'shit,' thinking the young disciple they believed they had highly regarded still turned out underestimated!

"This kid looked ordinary, who would've thought he had such skill! What a shame! It's my fault!" Brant Fairbanks excitedly stood, his face turning green.

Badao practitioners, as long as they're drawn in well, can surely become grand figures!

Yet he...

Ended up igniting the talent within that young one, squeezing out its last value.

"But speaking of it, I must be formidable to erase a Badao practitioner." Brant Fairbanks rubbed his hands continuously: "No! I need to find a chance, squeeze out his remaining value! If he doesn't die today, I'll assign him a task to get rid of those who disobey my orders back in the library!"

Not just him, other disciples were directly stunned.

Among a flock of sheep, a wolf emerged!

The martial artists throughout the venue shifted from shock to fear!

Ultimately, it became hatred!

Eyes were red with hate!

Jealousy warped faces!

Why!

Why did we meticulously train, sleepless nights, struggle with martial arts entrance!

Yet someone directly practices Badao!

At such a young age!

Those so-called prodigies wished they could find a crack to crawl into!

Thinking they once dared to compete with West Tower, prodigies directly collapsed!

Such a person must die!

Absolutely mustn't be left alive!

"Go, Young Sect Leader!"

"Kill him!"

"Badao is difficult to sustain; someone his age absolutely can't hold out! Strike while he's down!"

Below, quite a few adult martial artists were shouting.

Including those from Sword Sect, they were also vocally reminding.

"Right! Badao can't last long! I must kill you!"

Ansel Tennyson clenched his fist, staring hard at Julius Reed.

Sure enough!

The aura of Badao began to weaken.

The struggle of martial paths is ultimately a struggle over momentum.

Whose spiritual power is abundant will suppress the other.

Badao erupts strongly, undefeated!

But rarely can anyone sustain such explosiveness.

"He seems to be unable to hold on; the aura of Badao has started to wane! But this is already remarkable!" Phinnaeus Moore felt conflicted, also a bit jealous.

His reminder was to have Ansel Tennyson take the life of that young one!

The martial arts world hates Badao deeply!

It must be destroyed!

"Haha! Kid, you're strong! But I'm stronger!" Ansel Tennyson took a deep breath, spreading his arms: "Sword, come!"

Whoosh!

In an instant, a sword inserted by Franco Tennyson on the ring directly flew out, landing in his hand.

Path of Weaponry!

Can command all weapons in the world!

Ansel Tennyson, with a sword, slowly walked towards Julius Reed!

The aura of Badao faded away so quickly that the shattered sword fragments dropped directly to the ground.

Julius Reed stood there, unmoving, without a response.

"Can't go on, can you? Is the power within exhausted?" Ansel Tennyson laughed wildly! "Earlier, you were so glorious; now I will make you so miserable!"

Speaking a few lines, he'd already stood in front of Julius Reed, slowly raising the Longsword!

His face carried a wild grin!

Dead silence!

The venue fell silent.

Everyone awaited, anticipated that sword, to annihilate the Badao practitioner!

"Die for me..."

Ansel Tennyson's words stopped midway, his expression changing frantically!

Thud!

Immediately afterward—

The entire person actually kneeled right before Julius Reed!

Silence!

The crowd of ten thousand was silent!

"It's...it's Wangdao..." Phinnaeus Moore's face turned pale, his voice trembling as he spoke.