Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

The Path of Kingship and the Path of Hegemony are the most supreme ways among the myriad of great paths.

An ordinary Martial Artist might spend a lifetime without entering the realm of martial arts.

Even a top prodigy, a renowned figure in the martial world, might only be able to comprehend one of them.

The Vice Chairman of the Global Martial Arts Alliance commands respect because he practices the Path of Hegemony.

This is why he can sit in such a position.

As a council member of the Global Martial Arts Alliance, Phinnaeus Moore has a broad perspective.

Within the alliance, there are practitioners of the Path of Kingship, the Path of Hegemony, and many other great paths.

When he saw Julius Reed demonstrating the Path of Hegemony, though surprised, what astonished him was the age of the practitioner.

After all, he had encountered some who practiced the Path of Hegemony.

But for one to simultaneously possess two great paths!

He thought of one person!

He remembered the Chairman of the Global Martial Arts Alliance!

The Alliance Chairman is extremely talented, possessing the Path of Weaponry and the Path of Kingship, a rare occurrence!

Even one as powerful as this Chairman did not dare to practice the Path of Hegemony.

Yet there, below!

A young man!

Possessing two great paths!

Phinnaeus Moore could not remain calm!

His voice trembled, his body shook, his eyes filled with bright light!

"Possessing two great paths!" Han Caldwell gnawed his teeth in hatred! "Brant Fairbanks, is this the reason you dare to cross paths with me! Fine! Today, I will definitely not let him leave alive! I will cut off your future, destroy the most promising person of your academy!"

Recalling the disdain and humiliation from Ocean Academy, Han Caldwell glanced at his severed arm, his face as cold as water!

So terrifying!

Given time, what would this young man become?

Even as part of the Undead Tribe, he would be beaten crippled!

"Since your Ocean Academy is unrighteous, don't blame me for being unjust!" Han Caldwell signaled, and immediately an Undead Tribe warrior stepped forward.

"Go, arrange for people to ambush around. Once I give the order, don't hesitate, rush up and kill him! Remember, act quickly! At all cost, understand?"

Ocean Academy has weapons, weapons that could restrain the Undead Tribe.

Remembering the men and women with weapons in the woods, Han Caldwell felt a little guilty.

As strong as he was, though partially due to underestimating the enemy, he still lost an arm!

Moreover, it couldn't regenerate!

"Where's Devlin?" Han Caldwell asked.

"I don't know." Emperor Charlotte Grey shook his head.

Suddenly, he felt something was amiss.

Last time in the Town, old rogue Devlin also left early.

No, he had to find a chance to slip away unnoticed!

On the viewing platform.

Franco Tennyson's face was as cold as water.

His original intent was to let Ansel Tennyson shine brightly!

To demonstrate the strength of the Boulevard Sword Sect!

But now, he ended up making clothes for others!

Even though Franco Tennyson didn't want to admit it, he clearly understood that his son is far inferior to the young man before him!

This kind of person cannot be left alive!

At the deepest level of human nature, everyone is selfish.

Olindo Caldwell's eyes shimmered.

With this young man's help, she and her sister…

She glanced at Hayden Caldwell's eyes, this girl seemed starstruck.

Alas.

And over on Ocean Academy's side.

Brant Fairbanks rolled his eyes and fainted directly.

"Headmaster!"

Tennyson Hawthorne waved his hand: "Quick, help the Headmaster down!"

A Martial Artist with dual paths was exhausted by their Ocean Academy.

What a loss!

Not to mention Brant Fairbanks, even Tennyson Hawthorne's mind was blank!

Given a few more years, who would fear the martial arts masters within the academy?

With dual paths, rare are the opponents!

The most bewildered must be standing on the stage!

Boldly facing Julius Reed, it was Ansel Tennyson.

Now he somewhat regretted.

An invisible force pressed directly on his shoulders.

No matter how Ansel Tennyson struggled, how he exerted himself, he had no way to stand up.

"Damn it!" he cursed silently.

Today, no matter what, his desire to display his skills and gain reputation in the martial arts world has completely fallen through.

For a swordsman to practice the Path of Weaponry was already something rare.

But in the face of a Martial Artist with dual paths, it was utterly insignificant.

With so many watching below, even if Ansel Tennyson gritted his teeth to the point of breaking, he couldn't admit defeat.

Truly, if he admitted defeat, the abilities displayed by the Sword Sect's Young Master earlier were thoroughly wasted.

Moreover, with Franco Tennyson on stage, he presumed the young man before him wouldn't dare be too excessive.

"I heard you wanted to kill me?" Julius Reed asked with his hands behind his back, expressionlessly.

"That's right! Let us decide both superiority and life or death." Ansel Tennyson shouted through gritted teeth.

He couldn't admit defeat!

"However, you have lost." Julius Reed waved, and the pressure on Ansel Tennyson's shoulders suddenly dissipated. "I don't care for the life of a weakling. Killing you would be a waste of time. As for being my opponent, you aren't qualified."

He came to Boulevard for two reasons: to rescue Grace River.

Now that she had safely left, he estimated in two days she would be back at the main camp of the royal lineage.

Secondly, to infiltrate Han Caldwell's ranks.

Once both sides were worn down, he'd kill the false Holy Master and reclaim the throne.

Using Han Caldwell's hand to suppress Cold Nelson.

Moreover, the North Sea still had Everton Davenport's cavalry, yet to be utilized.

Today, he made a conspicuous debut.

His fame skyrocketed!

Since the goal was achieved, what's the point in killing a useless waste?

"Die for me!"

Yet these words for Ansel Tennyson, were worse than killing him!

The Sword Sect's Young Master, an acknowledged genius!

To be thus humiliated!

He swung his Longsword, stabbing directly at Julius Reed!

This man must not live!

What dignity!

All had to be disregarded!

The sword's edge cut through the air, heading straight for Julius Reed's back!

At such a close distance, adding the exhaustion from displaying both arts at once, the person surely would be incredibly weak.

So Ansel Tennyson was confident, assured!

He could directly obliterate this dual-path prodigy!

"Ignorant of life and death." Julius Reed didn't turn around, still walking towards Ocean Academy with his hands behind his back.

But in a flash!

The whole place gasped!

Ansel Tennyson felt an unprecedented sense of crisis!

But…

But the young man in front hadn't moved at all!

Pfft!

Ansel Tennyson just looked up!

Then saw the sword Franco Tennyson had earlier stuck in the stage!

Flying in from all directions!

"No!"

Ansel Tennyson's pupils shrank violently!

"No!"

Franco Tennyson leaped, wanting to intervene!

But, it was too late.

Over a dozen swords pierced directly through Ansel Tennyson's body!

Drip.

Blood trickled down the sword tips.

Ansel Tennyson looked down incredulously at the blades protruding from his chest.

Thud!

He kneeled.

Dead.

The crowd was deadly silent!

So quiet, a pin drop could be heard!

Possessing dual paths had already exceeded everyone's expectations.

This last move, was it…

the Path of Weaponry?

Paying back in his own coin?

"What I am most adept at in this life is defeating opponents with their own most proud strengths."

Julius Reed didn't look back.

He walked straight on.

Completely ignoring the murderous aura of Franco Tennyson behind him!

"My son!"

Franco Tennyson's eyes were blood-red as he knelt, cradling Ansel Tennyson.

His hands trembled uncontrollably!

Dead!

With no sign of life.

The Sword family's future was utterly destroyed.

"I want your life!"

"Ah!"

Franco Tennyson roared furiously!

Dozens of swords!

Suspended right before him!

"Bring me your life!"

Franco Tennyson bellowed, and his entire being, along with the sword, flew out!

Faster than lightning!