Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

"Shepherd Jackson, has anyone from your Funeral Alliance come to Kunlun Mountain to cause trouble?" Sutton spoke with a cold demeanor, perhaps it was a mindset that naturally developed after seeing through life and death.

"Alright, I understand."

He hung up the phone, standing in front of Han Caldwell, and coldly opened his mouth: "Did you and Devlin conspire to kill Whitaker Dog from the Funeral Alliance?"

"Who is Whitaker Dog? I don't know him." Han Caldwell shook his head, at the same time pointing to his severed arm: "This arm of mine was cut off by someone from the Funeral Alliance! They have weapons that can deal with us!"

"If that's really the case, then you might have been used by someone." Sutton wasn't concerned about these matters, his purpose in coming was to inspect the bodies.

"Take me there for an autopsy."

...

Ten minutes later.

Inside a room in the Dark Moon Palace.

High-ranking members of the Undead Tribe stood in a row.

Including Devlin, who had newly become part of the Undead Tribe, was also there.

Sutton crouched down, his hand in snow-white gloves, constantly stroking the bodies.

His brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

"It's certain, this is the work of the Break Sky Knife."

He stood up, hands clasped behind his back, pacing continuously.

"Break Sky Knife... The more you worry about it, the more it comes. Back then, I sought the top oracle in the divination world to locate this weapon. But in the end, the weapon was not found, instead, that oracle guy disappeared without a trace, with no news till now."

The thing that the Undead Tribe feared most was this knife.

Even an emperor would become a ghost under its blade!

This knife had once appeared like a fleeting glimpse, bringing great casualties to the Undead Tribe, but later it mysteriously vanished.

During his days hidden in the mortal world, Sutton had been searching continuously.

The closest he got was when he asked Jesse River for a divination.

Since then, the knife has disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea.

"My lord, please take a look."

Lin Zhan handed over a small dagger to Sutton.

This was left behind when Whitaker Dog injured him.

Devlin had verified his identity through this dagger and then returned it to him.

The dagger was entirely black, showing not a hint of shine.

"This is the weapon left by the Funeral Alliance when they injured me. Han Caldwell's arm was also severed by a weapon of this material."

After speaking, Lin Zhan revealed his wound.

On the pallid skin, the pitch-black scar was especially striking.

"My lord, could this weapon be made of the same material as the Break Sky Knife?" asked Han Caldwell with concern, showing the wound of his severed arm.

They were strong not because of exceptional abilities, but due to their immortality.

Among top Great Grandmasters, the gap isn't very big.

At such times, the advantage of an immortal body is revealed.

But if this kind of weapon became widespread, what would become of the Undead Tribe? Wouldn't they be at the mercy of others?

"Absolutely not." Sutton took the dagger, gently stroking it with his palm. "The Break Sky Knife, there is only one in the world. If this material were the same as the Break Sky Knife, you two would have long become desiccated corpses."

While rubbing it, he drew his Longsword from his waist and made a gentle cut.

Surprisingly, the pitch-black dagger revealed a snow-white blade.

"This is just an ordinary weapon, merely coated with a layer of special material."

While speaking, Sutton continued to scrape.

Soon, black flakes fell all over the ground.

A snow-white dagger lay in Sutton's hand.

"Funeral Alliance's weapon? It seems to be just a bit of progress. If the material were truly sufficient, no one would use such a method. I'll go handle that side, the current task should still be finding the Break Sky Knife."

As long as this thing isn't found, he always feels like there's a knife hanging above his head.

Unable to have peace.

"There are many Caldwell Family members, all are Martial Artists involved in the alliance. It's definitely untraceable. Or perhaps, the person is already gone."

Han Caldwell was also troubled.

Recently, there have been endless troubles and searching forcefully in guests' accommodations would undoubtedly offend people.

At that time, it would be more harm than good.

"From today on, I'll stay with you. As soon as there's a trace of the Break Sky Knife, tell me immediately." Sutton said coldly: "I don't believe there are walls in this world that could never be penetrated!"

"My lord, as for my arm." Han Caldwell glanced at his severed arm.

"Once the emperor is rescued, I'll commend you. As long as the emperor takes action, restoring you would be an easy feat." Sutton glanced at the immortals standing before him, with a tone of disappointment: "Your performance has been too disappointing to me."

"Within half a month, I want the emperor rescued. If that can't be done, you can take your own lives." Leaving those words, he strode out.

Leaving the people in the room gazing at each other.

At the same time!

Below Demarco Mount.

The Martial Artists were feasting and spending freely, all were in deep sleep.

In a few hours, they would embark on their journey to battle.

But just at this moment, a man in a long robe arrived at the foot of Demarco Mount.

Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was too extravagant!

Elaenor Wood raised her head, still unable to clearly see how high the main gate was!

"What are you looking at! Capture him, sneaking around!"

Suddenly.

A voice rang out.

Immediately afterward, dozens of men rushed out.

These people were dressed uniformly, holding weapons, surrounding Elaenor Wood.

"Speak! Who are you! Are you a spy sent by Kunlun Mountain!"

The leader stepped forward, questioning harshly.

As the confrontation was about to break out, the vigilance on Demarco Mount was no less than that of Kunlun Mountain.

"I'm looking for someone." Elaenor Wood pointed inside: "Could you let me in?"

"Who are you looking for!" The guard asked again.

"Eliezer... Eliezer Pine? The Holy Master's maidservant..."

"Silence!" Before Elaenor Wood could finish speaking, he was mercilessly interrupted.

"Kid, you really have a death wish! What Holy Master? The Holy Master is Cold Nelson! The one you mentioned is the former Holy Master, a degenerate of the previous dynasty! Understand? That was a scoundrel! Lured four women, bringing calamity to the country! A disgrace to our Demarco Mount! As for Eliezer Pine, she was a traitor, long since beheaded!"

The leader waved his hand: "This kid is most likely a person from Kunlun Mountain, chop him down for me!"

"Dead?" Elaenor Wood didn't believe it, he was promised a free meal, how come the name was of no use? Looks like to live off others, one's fists need to be hard enough.

Otherwise, you can only eat shit.

Dozens of people wielding weapons swarmed up.

Elaenor Wood sighed, his form blurred and flashed!

In just over ten seconds, the ground was full of guards wailing.

Squeak...

Just as Elaenor Wood finished his fight, pondering how to get inside.

The gate of Demarco Mount slowly opened!

This was a large gate made of steel!

Several tens of meters wide!

As for height?

Truly unclear.

The gate was lifted.

What came into view was a dense array of archers.

For ordinary people, the best weapon is a gun.

But for Martial Artists, cold weapons are the most handy.

"Kill him!"

Amidst the archers stood a man with a full beard.

As soon as his words fell, the archers immediately prepared to shoot.

"Wait! I want to see your Holy Master!" Elaenor Wood felt a bit awkward, with so many arrows aimed, it might end badly.

"The Holy Master is not someone you can see just because you want to!" The whiskered man's raised hand was about to fall when he heard Elaenor Wood shout: "UFO!"

"What?" Hundreds of archers and the bearded man. Simultaneously looked up.

When they reacted.

A chill swept over!

The archers' bows were all frozen.

Even the beard of the whiskered man had gathered frost.

"Take me to the Holy Master." At some point, Elaenor Wood had already come before him.

The white paper fan sharp as a knife, pressed against the bearded man's neck.