Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

"West Tower, maybe you shouldn't go." Baylor Davenport's body rapidly recovered in just a few seconds.

Those slightly chaotic spiritual powers began to calm down.

The most terrifying thing to shatter this little world is to break the balance.

Once Yin and Yang lose balance, spiritual power will explode instantly.

But just now, that small world was almost simultaneously crushed by Yin and Yang.

So, there was only a small amount of fluctuation.

This fluctuation comes quickly and dissipates quickly.

At most half an hour, Baylor Davenport would feel no discomfort.

With the hidden danger in the body eliminated, Baylor Davenport not only did not break free from dependence on Julius Reed, but this life-saving bond made her feelings for Julius Reed even more complex.

There were even some indescribable feelings.

Is it love?

She was not sure.

"Of course I must go."

Julius Reed, without any notice, directly grabbed Baylor Davenport's hand and closed his eyes to feel.

Her breath was much steadier.

This Dragon Chant technique is by no means something ordinary people can comprehend.

Even with the classics in hand, Brant Fairbanks was equally helpless.

"You're fine now. But remember, if Brant Fairbanks asks, just say you don't know. You woke up feeling some discomfort, but it quickly disappeared." Julius Reed instructed.

"Alright. Then be careful." Baylor Davenport's eyes shone with shifting autumn waves, quickly turning around to hide her inner awkwardness.

Her face reddened.

Her heart pounded wildly.

"West Tower, I'm going with you." Brant Fairbanks's voice came from outside the door.

Now Julius Reed has become the most valuable treasure of Ocean Academy.

Any news about him, Brant Fairbanks would not miss.

In any case, keep this person safe and ensure everything goes perfectly!

Leaving Gray Wolf Pavilion.

The sky was already dark.

The north wind howled, carrying a light snow.

Many martial artists were chatting and laughing as they walked towards the Dark Moon Pavilion.

Some were still discussing the events of the day.

Anyway, under Devlin's mediation, the alliance meeting was barely completed.

Han Caldwell and others were also planning the route to battle.

Tonight's banquet, in addition to discussing these important matters, had one more extremely important thing.

To arrange the engagement of the Caldwell Family's two young ladies.

As for the son-in-law, it would naturally be Julius Reed.

Han Caldwell was unwilling, but with so many eyes watching, even if he wanted to renege, he had no reason.

The Dark Moon Pavilion was very large.

Divided into the front hall and the rear hall.

The front hall could seat a thousand people.

Large events are generally held in the front hall.

"Director, how is what I discussed with Director Hawthorne before going?" Julius Reed asked as they walked towards the Dark Moon Palace.

"It has been arranged. Today, I want Han Caldwell to watch helplessly as his son dies!" Brant Fairbanks raised a smug smile: "West Tower, your move is really brilliant. But once this is done, Han Caldwell will certainly hate us to death! You must be extra careful, understand?"

"Hmm." Julius Reed casually replied.

The hatred for killing Han Caldwell's son would only be pinned on Brant Fairbanks; what does it have to do with him?

People coming and going.

By seven in the evening, the Dark Moon Pavilion was already packed.

But the host was nowhere to be seen.

In the rear hall, Han Caldwell stood with the Undead Tribe elite in the main hall, faces gloomy.

In front of them lay many corpses.

These corpses had a common trait.

Completely dried up.

Almost like mummies.

"Is the surveillance footage available?" Han Caldwell, despite having one arm, had an aura not at all weak.

"Family Head, we checked. But this location is a surveillance blind spot; you can't see anything clearly." Preston Caldwell whispered, not even daring to look up at Han Caldwell's eyes.

The Caldwell Family estate is enormous; it's impossible to have surveillance everywhere.

If not for the Boulevard alliance, many courtyards would have been abandoned by the Caldwell Family for years without anyone caring.

Despite installing many surveillance cameras in a short time to avoid confusion with too many people around.

There were still many blind spots.

The place where the bodies were found was just such a blind spot.

And the area of the blind spot was not small.

"Useless! Chop off the head of the person responsible for setting up the surveillance!" In a fit of rage, Han Caldwell could only lash out in fury!

"Family Head, the person responsible for that area of surveillance is lying right in front of you." Preston Caldwell pointed to one of the bodies on the ground, tremblingly: "He was responsible for patrolling the blind spot and ended up dead along the way."

Though the bodies were all dried up, their clothing could identify them.

"Is there really no clue at all!" Han Caldwell bent down, gently touching the mummy, face like water. "The Undead Tribe killed just like that. Unbelievable, unimaginable! What is going on here! Is our pride in immortality so easily broken!"

He couldn't accept it at all.

If decapitating could delay the resurrection time of the Undead Tribe, it was completely within their expectations.

But the bodies before him were intact.

Just mummified like this?

"I took a brief look." Emperor Charlotte Grey also looked serious: "The deceased died with one slash! There is a wound on the body. But, only one wound."

He tore open the mummy's clothes and examined the wounds, saying: "I'm very curious, what weapon can instantly kill the Undead Tribe! You know, our blood gives every cell an extremely strong self-healing ability. It is precisely by relying on self-healing that we could be immortal!"

"But now, where is their blood?"

Mummified.

Implying they were dried up.

All the body's moisture had disappeared, leaving only carbon.

Very eerie.

Everyone present fell silent.

Dead people weren't scary.

Dying inexplicably was the scariest.

"I'm going to make a phone call."

Han Caldwell took out a phone with his one hand and entered a room.

Three minutes later.

He walked out.

"General Sutton will come personally tomorrow morning." Han Caldwell's face was as dark as it could be.

In the Boulevard's alliance, he managed to gain some control over the Undead Tribe, and combined with the martial arts world, he had the full capability to become the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance's Hierarch after defeating Demarco Mount.

But Sutton was coming.

His plan was nearly thwarted.

This Undead Tribe warlord was a loyal follower of the Emperor.

Almost all of the Undead Tribe would follow Sutton's command.

Including Han Caldwell!

"General Sutton?" Emperor Charlotte Grey asked somewhat surprised: "Why is he coming? Isn't Sutton's primary task to rescue the Emperor?"

"Sutton said there's only one possibility for the Undead Tribe to encounter such problems." Han Caldwell took a deep breath, unable to help squinting his eyes. "That is, the legendary Break Sky Knife has appeared! Only the Break Sky Knife can turn the Undead Tribe into this!"

"Break Sky Knife?" Lin Zhan couldn't help but exclaim, looking at Devlin, who also looked serious.

"Right. According to Sutton, the Break Sky Knife is made of special material! Once it touches the Undead Tribe, the knife's material quickly reacts with our blood, causing it to evaporate immediately! Without blood, we become dry corpses like those on the ground!" Han Caldwell's heart sank, his only hand clenched tightly into a fist.