Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

The suppression from the White Tiger is not something baseless.

Julius Reed could clearly feel that the power within his body was gradually being suppressed.

It won't be long before he becomes just like an ordinary person.

The formation shrouding Demarco Mount is constantly operating.

Since last night, the people of Demarco Mount have been unable to leave.

Completely trapped.

If one wants to break the formation from the outside, it's even more difficult than climbing to the sky.

"To break the situation, it seems some sacrifices need to be made," Julius Reed pondered, hands behind his back, eyes fixed on that inconspicuous shadow.

"I've always watched over those people for you. Countless waves of people have come and gone, but nothing ever happens there," Mr. River clenched the broom tightly, eyes also gazing at the shadow resembling a tiger. "Who exactly is it? I've been guarding Demarco Mount, yet I've not sensed a thing."

"Perhaps the seed was already planted before you arrived here?" Julius Reed leaped out the window, looked at Mr. River, and said with a smile, "I met your son and grandson outside. They said you've spoken of my doubts."

"A clean conscience fears no crooked shadow. Since when, Julius Reed, have you started fearing outsiders' gossip?" Mr. River chuckled, "Unless you have a guilty conscience."

"You get on with that task, I'll patrol Demarco Mount," Julius Reed was not interested in this topic.

After all, Hiddy was just in his room.

"Alright," Mr. River said, disappearing from where he stood in an instant.

Demarco Mount hasn't changed much, just the palace now has more of the flowers and plants Eliezer Pine liked.

It seems, this woman had briefly regarded herself as the owner of this place.

The floor tiles are still jade inlay gold.

On the vast open square of Demarco Mount, a depiction of Julius Reed is pieced together.

Of course, the feeling of being trampled underfoot is not pleasant.

Thus, on this huge square of over ten thousand acres, only Julius Reed himself can appear.

He bent down, gently touching each floor tile with his hand.

Each floor tile had a human face drawn on it.

These were the people who died under Julius Reed's hand.

When Demarco Mount was established, as the victor, Julius Reed trampled them underfoot.

But suddenly.

Julius Reed saw a familiar face.

This face was none other than Quella Radcliffe!

Quella Radcliffe in ancient costume!

Buzz!

In an instant.

Julius Reed's mind seemed to be struck by lightning.

These tiles have only images, and no documented identities of each person.

"Someone come!"

Julius Reed roared!

"My Lord!"

From outside the square, more than ten people immediately rushed over.

These people knelt on the ground, their expressions respectful.

"Go, bring Hiddy here!" Julius Reed's hand trembled slightly for the first time.

He could not imagine.

Was it a coincidence?

Or is there more to it?

Could it be that Quella Radcliffe's background is different from what Aron Jackson investigated?

Yet Julius Reed had examined it personally, apart from being a natural 'tripod', Quella Radcliffe was no different!

In other words, as long as the Divine Dragon Tripod isn't truly activated, Quella Radcliffe is just an ordinary person!

Before long.

A brilliant red silhouette streaked across the sky.

Hiddy, like a fairy, landed in front of him.

"What's the matter with you?" Hiddy asked worriedly when she saw the paleness on Julius Reed's face, "Don't scare me."

"You've probably met Quella Radcliffe," Julius Reed said calmly, "But look at my feet."

He pointed to the tile in front of Hiddy.

On it was Quella Radcliffe's face.

Though it was etched in texture, not something like a photograph, one could still clearly recognize it!

She is Quella Radcliffe!

Hiddy also felt surprised upon seeing it. "What's going on?"

"I have no memory of it; do you know anything about it back then?" Julius Reed, having severed his memory, couldn't recall anything.

"I wasn't always with you, honestly don't have much impression. The Seventh Emperors' box, I gave it to you intending for you to understand the enemies of the past then." Hiddy squatted down, carefully examining the person on the tile, shaking her head. "But for this person, I have no impression at all. It's just, could she really be Quella Radcliffe? I've tracked and investigated Quella for a long time, found nothing unusual."

"That makes it even more difficult," Julius Reed looked up, the gray sky seemed to gather for a heavy rain.

As someone who remembers his own past, if even Hiddy has no impression, it shows the person on the tile was very inconspicuous.

A courtyard full of tiles!

Countless!

Even if Julius Reed hadn't severed his memory, he couldn't recall it clearly.

Seeing that something major was going to happen at Demarco Mount, and now there was a problem with Quella Radcliffe.

For a moment, Julius Reed felt a bit angry.

"Demarco Mount is sealed by a grand formation, now we can only pray that Hawthorne can ensure everyone's safety there."

He turned again, looking toward the direction of the mountains.

That shadow seemed even larger.

"Formation?" Hiddy closed her eyes, sensing her surroundings.

When she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but be surprised, "It's actually 'Tiger Roaring in the Mountains'."

"You know it?" Julius Reed asked.

He has considerable memory gaps, but Hiddy hasn't lost hers.

Many significant events, she still remembers.

"I can guess whom the formation belongs to," Hiddy said, following Julius Reed's line of sight, coldly, "Sure enough, behind this formation, there's his shadow."

Then she asked, "Do you know, among the top three formation masters in the world, who their master might be?"

"I've heard a bit about the top three; among them, Gerrit Harris, I even arranged for the imperial teacher to capture him," Julius Reed nodded.

These things, he remembers clearly.

"Among the so-called top three, the gap between Gerrit Harris and the other two is even larger than the gap between me and Quella Radcliffe," Hiddy stood straight, very proud, "I've always suspected the masters of the other two are among the former Seventh Emperors, the Guilt Emperor. A master highly skilled in formations."

"But... back then in the battle between you and Pruitt Wilde, he seemed to be killed," Hiddy thought for a moment, confirming she didn't remember wrong.

"Could it be, the Guilt Emperor from back then was a fake? And the real Guilt Emperor has been hidden all along?"

"Guilt Emperor." Julius Reed glanced at that figure, seemingly having no impression of this guy.

Even the wooden box Hiddy gave him, he can't recall if such a person as the Guilt Emperor existed.

"It's normal for you not to remember. I can remember because I have the prophet's blood in me. One of Guilt Emperor's strongest techniques is that no one can remember his appearance and related matters. Most of the time, people forget about this person."

Hiddy explained, "He often can stay safe using this peculiar formation."

"A person who can never be remembered?" Julius Reed asked.

"Yes, once you've seen him, your memories become blurred. It's said, this is his most powerful formation," Hiddy explained tirelessly.

Looking at that shadow on the mountain peak.

Hiddy was heavy-hearted. "Once 'Tiger Roaring in the Mountains' is set, it will be extremely terrifying! And as far as I know, setting up this formation takes at least four years..."