Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

"Did you see that!"

Julius Reed pointed to the sky: "This is fairness! This is the fairness promised to us by the Manor Owner! Come, kill me!"

"Damn it, is there no law left!"

"Brother, well done! If you die, we'll get justice for you!"

"Truly a man among men, with such spirit!"

The Martial Artists gave a thumbs-up!

Their blood boiling!

Sword Cultivator?

Isn't the martial arts world all about pursuing this kind of defiant spirit against oppression!

Though thousands may stand in my way, I shall go forth!

"Get out of the way!"

The Tennyson Cultivator Leader finally exploded in rage!

He violently shoved aside the Sword Cultivators around him and thrusted his sword!

"Watch out!" Dorian Cook exclaimed in shock.

She never thought this guy would have the audacity to confront the Sword Cultivator head-on!

And make it such a big deal!

Indeed, it echoes what West Tower often said.

He wanted to stay low-key, but his abilities wouldn't allow it!

As soon as entering the city, he took down the deputy head coach of Dominating Martial Arts Hall, and now he has killed a Sword Cultivator in the street.

And next, he even challenges the leader of the Sword Cultivators!

In an instant.

The Martial Artists held their breath!

They were shocked, furious!

The Sword Cultivator Leader really intended to kill in the street!

To murder a young man full of passion and righteousness from the martial arts world?

The sword was fast!

Like lightning.

But suddenly.

The Sword Cultivator Leader halted, fear in his eyes.

A purely golden revolver had somehow appeared in Julius Reed's hand, pressed to the leader's head.

"According to the code enacted by Moon Manor a year ago. You kill recklessly in the street, I have the right to self-defense. You die in vain and still have to compensate me for emotional distress."

Julius Reed's voice was low, only audible to the two of them.

"I've been waiting for you to make a move. Thank you for handing yourself over, allowing me to kill you without any responsibility."

"This is called..."

He slightly lifted the corner of his mouth.

"Killing and destroying the heart."

"Ah! You..."

Bang!

The gunshot rang out.

The bullet pierced through the Sword Cultivator Leader's head.

Blood sprayed three feet high.

Plop!

The Sword Cultivator Leader knelt before Julius Reed, bowing his head.

Dead.

At such close range, there was no chance to evade.

"Whew!"

Julius Reed blew away the smoke from the gun barrel, took a titanium bullet from his pocket, opened the revolver, and loaded it.

The street was deathly silent.

In the three to four years since Moon Manor emerged, no one had dared to kill a Sword Cultivator in the street!

But today.

Not only a Sword Cultivator died, but also the Sword Cultivator Leader!

A leader overseeing dozens of Sword Cultivators!

The observing Martial Artists' blood boiled, their scalps tingling.

The Sword Cultivators felt a shiver down their spines, a chill sweeping over them.

They were enforcers, well aware of the contents of Moon Manor's code.

In view of everyone, the leader was considered to have died in vain.

Moreover, he had to compensate the young man for emotional distress.

But still...

This young man was happy too soon.

They couldn't touch him openly, but in secret, there were a hundred ways for the Sword Cultivators to deal with him!

Would the Manor Owner endure this disgrace in public? Not a chance!

Still too young.

Nevertheless, this guy indeed made quite a splash.

Worth it.

Footsteps echoed on the street, approaching quickly.

An intellectual wearing round spectacles and a suit, leading several Sword Cultivators, rushed over.

Upon seeing the body of the Sword Cultivator Leader on the ground, he pushed his glasses as a gesture of disbelief.

He wasn't seeing things.

"Dead?" the Think Tank asked.

"Dead," those who had witnessed it confirmed.

"Who did it!" The Think Tank's face clouded.

How could this be?

Moon Manor, in broad daylight!

The Sword Cultivator Leader was killed.

Treason!

"It wasn't just anyone who killed him, it was justice! It was the law of nature! It was the will of the people!" Julius Reed strode up to the Think Tank, pointing to the Martial Artists around: "Ask them, how did this leader die?"

"Killed by justice!"

The crowd echoed in unison.

The Think Tank was stunned, cold sweat beading on his nose.

This was bad.

The Sword Cultivator Leader's death could not go unpunished.

But public opinion was more important.

If they lost the people's support, their plans would be jeopardized.

"You, tell me what's going on." The Think Tank pointed to a Sword Cultivator, gesturing him over.

He didn't believe a local resident would help an outsider for no reason.

Something was fishy.

"Commander," the Sword Cultivator jogged to the Think Tank, lowering his voice: "Commander Harris..."

"Speak up!" The Think Tank shouted deliberately with a stern face: "We at Moon Manor conduct our affairs with fairness and justice! There is nothing that cannot be said openly to the public!"

"Yes, the commander is right." The Sword Cultivator wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, silently cursing.

Truly wanting to act shameless yet put on a show of righteousness.

"The leader couldn't find evidence of the suspect's murder, and after being provoked by the suspect..."

"Nonsense! Speaking the truth, reasoning, that's called provocation!"

"Are Sword Cultivators awesome, but their tempers fierce? Can that be called provocation? Do you have a volcano erupting in your hearts, huh?"

Before the Sword Cultivator could finish, the crowd began scolding him.

"Speak properly! Don't exaggerate!" The Think Tank fumed.

"The leader couldn't suppress his inner rage and tried to kill with his sword, only to be..." The Sword Cultivator pointed to Julius Reed: "Killed by him..."

"What?" The Think Tank almost dropped his glasses.

How could this be?

"Can Sword Cultivators kill without reason? This is self-defense, we all saw it!"

"Exactly! Justice resides in the people's hearts! We all saw it!"

The Martial Artists seized the moment to heckle.

"Well done! I'm saying it was well done!" The Think Tank didn't dare offend the masses, awkwardly smiling and waving at the crowd around him. "Everyone, please calm down, listen to me."

"I will thoroughly investigate today's incident. Rest assured, whatever the Manor Owner promised will be fulfilled! Justice will always prevail in Moon Manor!"

After speaking, he leaned towards a Sword Cultivator: "Is there any evidence?"

"None. The recording shows our guy died on his own," the Sword Cultivator whispered.

"Everyone! On behalf of the Manor Owner, I hereby apologize to this young guest," the Think Tank, being smart, immediately walked up to Julius Reed and sincerely said: "I apologize for not making you feel at home."

Saying the right thing on the surface.

Grudges settle backstage.

"No need, I thought this place was full of robbers," Julius Reed wasn't appreciative and publicly asked: "You guys... wouldn't retaliate against me secretly, would you?"

Upon saying this, the Think Tank was rendered speechless.

Admitting was impossible.

"I'm telling you, if you plan to deal with me secretly, you might as well come at me directly. I'll remain in the city as Smith, and if I die, you all have a clear sense of what's going on!"

Julius Reed spoke openly and morally righteously: "If I die, it proves this fairness is a joke! An utter sham! They can make my death appear a thousand different ways. But, you all know!"

"Understood!"

"Long live Miss Davenport!"

The Martial Artists felt quite elated.

As long as it's not them in the spotlight, it's so satisfying to stand against the Sword Cultivator's arrogant demeanor.