Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

"Speak of Ember Falls, and he arrives."

Levin Lake looked at Wilton Tennyson: "Brother, stay and have a meal with us. Think Tank, go to the Divine Weapon Pavilion and fetch the Flower-Piercing Sword!"

"Today's kindness, Tennyson will never forget!" Wilton Tennyson exclaimed excitedly.

In the Battle of Boulevard, the Sword Sect suffered heavy losses.

Not only was its power damaged, but its reputation plummeted!

The Sect Master and his son were brutally killed in Boulevard, and the Sword Sect couldn't even avenge them.

Outside, rumors swirled, while inside, there was a power struggle.

The millennia-old Sword Sect was teetering!

The Sword Sect's genius, Wilton Tennyson, broke through obstacles, turned the tide, and forcibly suppressed the internal divisions.

Now, what he needed to do was seek revenge!

This would unite the internal factions and bring the Sword Sect back to its peak!

But Wilton Tennyson was unlike ordinary people; he was meticulous and knew this battle for revenge could not afford failure.

If the revenge failed, the Sword Sect would fall into complete ruin.

In the eyes of outsiders, the Sword Sect would have no dignity, not to mention guts.

Internally, it would inevitably collapse!

When Franco Tennyson was alive, he had close ties with Moon Manor, so Wilton Tennyson came here to request a legendary sword.

To ensure absolute success.

As the two were chatting, Darrell Percival arrived hastily and knelt before Levin Lake.

"Manor Owner, you must get justice for me!"

This kneeling certainly took Levin Lake by surprise.

"Old Darrell, speak standing up!" He grabbed Darrell Percival's wrist and pulled him up. "I heard about your matter. Rest assured, since this man killed two of my sword cultivators, I will not allow him to leave."

"I will follow Manor Owner's orders!"

Even in extreme anger, Darrell Percival remained rational.

He had to play the victim!

To gain the Manor Owner's sympathy.

"Wait a moment." Levin Lake gestured for Darrell Percival to sit down first.

Not long after, Think Tank came up to him carrying a Sword Box.

"The sword is here."

"Good!" Levin Lake received the Sword Box and slowly opened it.

As soon as the box opened!

The sword's blade shimmered with a cold light and caught everyone's eye.

"A fine weapon!" Wilton Tennyson's eyes gleamed.

As someone who wielded a sword, he naturally knew the quality of the blade.

With this Divine Weapon, revenge seemed possible!

"This is the Divine Weapon left by the ancestors, cutting through iron like mud! Among the world's swordsmen, none dare to act presumptuously before it." Levin Lake closed the Sword Box and handed it to Wilton Tennyson with both hands: "I was close friends with Tennyson, and this is the least I can do."

"I will never forget such a great favor!" Wilton Tennyson knelt on one knee, respectfully receiving the Sword Box.

"Let's go! Let's head to the conference hall first and chat while we talk." After speaking, Levin Lake turned to Think Tank, "Prepare some food; even though we might not have much appetite, we should eat a bit. Eating well gives the strength to kill."

"Yes." Think Tank turned and left.

The group passed through the corridor and arrived at the conference hall of the manor.

The servants had already set the feast, showcasing Think Tank's swift work.

Just as they sat down, they heard a report from the guard outside. "Manor Owner, the troublemaker from earlier today is shouting at the gate, demanding to see you."

"Outrageous!"

Levin Lake got up and slammed the table, then reconsidered and ordered, "Bring him in."

He had heard of today's affair.

This young man had some skills.

But that was all.

As for the public opinion?

In the Manor Owner's domain, weren't there a myriad of reasons for a proper death?

Disrespecting the Manor Owner, assassinating him.

Any of those would be a capital offense!

These charges listed out, even if the local populace disagreed, they couldn't offer a reasonable counter.

"Manor Owner!"

As soon as the words fell, Darrell Percival knelt again, tears streaming down: "Manor Owner..."

"Boss Percival, speak standing up." Levin Lake gestured: "Don't worry, causing trouble like this in my manor is clearly an afront to my face. In all Moon Manor's years of influence, no one has been so arrogant! I assure you, this person will die!"

"Thank you, Manor Owner!" Darrell Percival rose with resentment, glaring at the door.

Wilton Tennyson shook his head.

The world of martial arts, entangled in feuds.

Is unavoidable.

As a bystander, he quietly sipped his wine.

"Manor Owner, pleasure to meet you!"

Suddenly.

A male voice came from outside.

Julius Reed walked into the conference hall with a smile, his hands cupped in salute, facing Levin Lake. "This manor's threshold is somewhat high."

"You..."

Darrell Percival was initially stunned, then his hatred surged within him!

He killed my son and then comforts me at the door?

This was not just murder, but an act to destroy one's spirit!

If not for being in the manor, Darrell Percival would have charged and slain him instantly.

"Oh? You're here, do you have business?"

Levin Lake gave a signal, and many sword cultivators rushed in from outside.

Sealing the way back.

While getting into this manor was easy, leaving was much harder.

"There's a road to heaven you refuse to take, no door to hell yet you charge in!" Levin Lake stood up, hands behind his back, and walked step by step towards Julius Reed.

"How bold of you! After killing two of my sword cultivators and disgracefully shaming Moon Manor! If you had stayed quietly outside, I wouldn't have had an excuse to kill you. But how dare you become so arrogant as to come to my manor?"

Have you become overconfident?

Seeking death!

It was at this moment that Wilton Tennyson, from the corner of his eye, noticed Julius Reed, his hand trembled as he held his drink.

"Enemy, Wilton Tennyson, Sect Master of Sword Sect, is here to take your life!"

The face of the enemy was an image that could not be erased!

Wilton Tennyson opened his eyes, seeing the enemy's picture.

Shut eyes!

His mind was filled with the image of Julius Reed!

Now!

He actually saw his nemesis in the manor!

Heaven sees all!

Heaven truly sees all!

"What?" Levin Lake was taken aback.

"My elder brother and father, both were killed by his sword!" Wilton Tennyson's eyes turned blood-red, his expression ferocious!

"What?" Both Levin Lake and Darrell Percival were momentarily shocked.

How many atrocities has this guy committed?

But with Wilton Tennyson striking, they were saved some trouble.

"I don't care about personal grudges." After saying this, Levin Lake looked at Wilton Tennyson: "The Flower-Piercing Sword is invincible and today's famous sword! There's no weapon under heaven it can't pierce!"

Such an implication was very clear.

Darrell Percival's eyes lit up after hearing this.

Even though he couldn't personally exact revenge, just getting revenge was his greatest wish!

"Die!"

Bang!

Wilton Tennyson slammed the table!

The Sword Box exploded in mid-air!

His right hand reached out!

The Divine Weapon was in hand!

In an instant!

Cold air emanated!

Wilton Tennyson leaped forward, the Flower-Piercing Sword in his hand like lightning!

In a blink!

He was already in front of Julius Reed!

A breath determines life or death!

An absolute master!

"Sneak attack?"

Julius Reed's right hand touched his waist, drew with a backhand pull!

Yin Yang unsheathed!

Clang!

The two swords clashed!

Immediately after.

A crisp sound rang out.

Clatter.

The Flower-Piercing Sword broke into two, falling to the ground.

While the Yin Yang in Julius Reed's hand remained unscathed.

Even the Taiji emblem on the hilt continued to spin slowly.

The air nearly froze.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Wilton Tennyson looked at the broken sword in his hand, then glanced at Levin Lake.

???

A famous sword?

Invincible?

Is this it?

!!!