Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1553: Chapter 1553 The Targeted Person

A ray of Darin shines on the toilet!

The incense is thick beneath Demarco Mount!

The old man simply handled the bloodstains on the ground, holding the phone in his hand.

When he let go, only a wisp of dust remained.

Whoosh!

The old man gently blew, and the powder from the phone scattered with the wind.

"Why, after thousands of years, are you still unwilling to give up?" He picked up a broom and began to sweep the dust off the toilet path.

No one knows how long this toilet has been abandoned.

Except for the old man with the surname Luo.

He had no other hobbies, only liking to sweep toilets.

The Darin set, and Demarco Mount began to fall into darkness.

The old man carried his broom and slowly walked to the back of this toilet.

Back then, this was a top-tier latrine.

Although the materials were luxurious, it was still behind modern technology.

And those who tried to replace the Holy Lord were confined in the toilet.

For years, they lived in filth.

Although the toilet was abandoned, its cesspool connected to a new toilet.

Moreover, the manure from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s livestock was also discharged here.

Amid the stench!

A group of people was confined.

At this moment!

Demarco Mount!

Below the abandoned toilet of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

A man covered in a yellowish-brown hue was sitting cross-legged in waist-deep turbid substances.

His face was as calm as a still water.

"Emperor, I felt the fluctuation of power." A naked old man with no hair on his head, kneeling respectfully before the cross-legged man, spoke with utmost reverence.

He placed his hands on his chest and said in a low voice, "This power is growing stronger."

"Could it be that they’ve emerged?" another person chimed in, "I also sensed the presence of our kind."

Behind them, several dozen men with pale skin tinged slightly yellow stood.

Without exception, they were all undead warriors!

And the one sitting cross-legged was their king.

Emperor.

"I’ve waited for this moment for five thousand years!" The Emperor suddenly opened his eyes!

"Julius Reed, these five thousand years, you’ve humiliated me! When I emerge, your Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance will be a river of blood! And you will suffer the agony of being devoured by ten thousand insects! Winning first is not winning! I am the ultimate victor!"

Whoosh!

Just as the Emperor finished speaking, a pile of filth fell on his head.

"Who’s eating Golden Needle mushrooms again!" The Emperor trembled and put his hand on his face, shouting in anger! "When I get out, I will kill everyone who eats Golden Needle mushrooms..."

Before he finished speaking.

Another pile of substances fell down.

The Emperor’s mouth twitched violently.

He wanted to move.

But his feet were trapped by the Soul-Restraining Coffin.

He could only sit cross-legged in the same position for years.

The undead warriors before him were the same.

The Emperor turned his head to the side, squinting his eyes.

His gaze fell on the exit.

The direction these filths left.

A door made from special metal bars.

Standing there.

Through the bars, the outside could be seen.

A channel.

The excrement expelled by the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance all flowed out of this channel, venturing outside the mountain.

And at that moment!

An old man wielded a broom and dashed wildly above, arriving at the doorway in the blink of an eye.

"Stepping without leaving a trace? Impressive!" The Emperor squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the old man.

For many years, no one had come here.

After all, the location of the abandoned toilet was concealed, plus the overwhelming stench.

Who would be bored enough to come take a look?

Yet, someone actually did.

A thousand years ago, after attending the Demarco Mount banquet, Emperor Charlotte Grey suddenly had diarrhea!

In a hurry, he stumbled his way into this abandoned toilet.

After settling, out of curiosity about Demarco Mount, he looked around.

And happened to encounter the Emperor.

Just like today’s old man.

"Why have you come to this vile place?" The Emperor slowly opened his mouth.

Although his body was controlled, he could evoke the killing intent within the human body through the unique traits of the Undead Tribe.

Back then, Julius Reed confined them in the toilet, first to humiliate the Emperor.

Secondly, to suppress the traits of the Undead Tribe through the manure’s odor.

Yet, some people were still influenced.

"Humans are inherently filthy. If this thing comes from the human body, why can’t I come here?" The old man placed his hands before him, smiling lightly. "Besides, some people’s hearts are far filthier than these substances."

"Looking at your age, you seem to be an important member of Demarco Mount?" The Emperor closed his eyes slowly as he spoke.

His forehead began to seep sweat.

And all the other members of the Undead Tribe were the same, sweating profusely.

This sweat could incite rage!

Incite rebellion!

Evoke the most primal desires within the human body!

The pursuit of power!

Back when Emperor Charlotte Grey left, he entered the valley seeking immortality!

Because he craved power!

Craved eternal life!

And Martial Saint Crown Prince, after coming here, also brought people to overthrow his father!

Martial Saint Crown Prince also craved power!

The creation of Pendleton was actually propelled by Emperor Charlotte Grey!

Merely enjoyed by Martial Saint Crown Prince!

The establishment of Pendleton was Emperor Charlotte Grey’s condition for immortality!

Those from Demarco Mount were led here by Eliezer Pine, driven by desire, forced the Holy Lord into a corner!

And now!

The old man before his eyes, the Emperor guessed he was an important member of Demarco Mount.

So, let’s add fuel to this chaotic age.

"I’m not any important member, just an old fellow who sweeps toilets." The old man shook his head with a smile.

Five thousand years passed.

The Emperor believed he controlled everyone, everyone willing to pay any price for power!

But what about himself?

Wasn’t he also vying for power?

Even when trapped beneath Demarco Mount for five thousand years, he never forgot about power.

Perhaps, it’s unconsciousness.

Unknowingly, the Emperor had long been influenced.

The irony was, the Emperor himself did not notice at all.

"Are you trying to reason with me?" The Emperor opened his eyes, a trace of a smile appeared on his lips.

This smile carried a hint of indifference, a little pride, and deep coldness!

Because the old man’s eyes were already red.

This was the precursor to the awakening of the desire within the human body!

In a few days, the old man would spare no expense, by any means necessary, to sit atop the pinnacle of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!

Demarco Mount, chaos is about to ensue again.

"Dare not speak of reason, after all, you are someone sitting in a cesspit, I can’t win against you." The old man pinched his nose, shaking his head inevitably.

It’s said that time can solve everything.

But time not only can’t resolve human greed, it exacerbates it!

"You’re beyond salvation." The Emperor sneered.

Once that greed within is awakened, there’s no saving.

"I think you’re the one beyond salvation." The old man lifted his broom, giving it a vigorous twist!

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Over a dozen steel needles shot out from inside the broom!

Directly nailing onto the Emperor!

"I was just choked. You thought I fell for your trick like those others? Five thousand years ago, you weren’t his opponent. Five thousand years later, you’re still no match."

After saying that, the old man vanished from the spot.

Leaving only a somewhat dazed Emperor.

"Ugh..." The Emperor let out a painful groan.

After the steel needles entered his body, they started melting!

Pain!

The Emperor gasped heavily, breath clouded as he shouted, "Where’s Eliezer Pine!"

"Unknown whereabouts."

Before the Emperor, the undead members were utterly shocked.

After the steel needles melted, they began to corrode the Emperor’s flesh!