Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1610: Chapter 1610: 9 Cauldrons Suppress 1 Person

Empire’s Master. noveldrama

Isabella Warm had never heard of it.

But she knew a person named ’Empire’.

"Old sir, the one imprisoned under Demarco Mount, Empire..."

"Indeed, that is my disciple." The old man interrupted Isabella Warm before she could finish, saying gravely, "But unfortunately, Empire betrayed me and imprisoned me."

Although the voice sounded somewhat feeble, it was filled with resentment.

"You say, he’s under Demarco Mount?" The old man paused for a moment, then asked again, "Imprisoned?"

"Yes."

Isabella Warm cautiously stood in front of the thatched hut door, asking, "Old sir, may I come in?"

Whoosh!

The wooden door of the thatched hut suddenly opened.

But before Isabella Warm could step inside!

A fierce Sword Qi swept across!

"Watch out!" Ian Jorden immediately drew his knife!

But before he could rush in, a scream came from outside.

"Someone’s here!" Isabella Warm was the first to react, she turned and ran towards the outside, and as soon as she stepped out, she saw two corpses on the ground.

The corpses’ skin was deathly pale, with vacant eyes; they were people of the Undead Tribe!

"Old sir, I’m not with them..."

"I know."

The old man’s weathered voice came again: "If you were with them, you’d already be dead now. How else could you be standing here, talking to me?"

"The old sir knows?" Isabella Warm was a bit surprised, she was worried that the master in the house might think she was in league with those of the Undead Tribe.

Despite all calculations, she hadn’t anticipated that Eliezer Pine would be hiding a person.

Originally, Isabella Warm thought Eliezer Pine would hide treasures or something.

"You had barely arrived when these people followed. If you were together, there would be no need for such sneakiness. Though estranged from worldly affairs for a thousand years, these old eyes of mine can still see clearly! My ears can still hear clearly!"

The old man spoke again.

The tone carried a sense of helplessness.

It felt like the lament of a hero in their twilight years.

With heart but powerless.

"Old sir, being an Empire’s Master, why do you stay here? With your skills, who could stop you if you want to leave?" Isabella Warm looked at the corpses of the Undead Tribe on the ground and felt a bit scared.

She and Ian Jorden were focused on uncovering Eliezer Pine’s conspiracy, neglecting the tail following them.

If not for the Empire’s Master’s discovery, they might have failed again.

But were these undead really sent by Eliezer Pine?

Isabella Warm bent down and searched the Undead Tribe’s corpses.

Sure enough, there was a Token from Demarco Mount.

Inspector’s Order!

The bearer could come and go freely, without inspection, and report to the Holy Lord at any time.

"Indeed, Demarco Mount has fallen into Eliezer Pine’s hands." Isabella Warm clutched the token tightly, with a flicker of worry in her eyes.

Those who seize power should be universally opposed!

But today, a former Holy Lord’s maid actually controls the world!

"Fatuous!" Isabella Warm couldn’t help but curse.

And far away in another land, Julius Reed sprayed a mouthful of wine on Elaenor Wood’s face.

"Old sir, since you say Empire betrayed you, why not leave with us and eliminate those traitors!" Ian Jorden sheathed his weapon at his waist and bowed respectfully: "Leaving your skills here is a waste, isn’t it?"

In the Martial arts world, strength is respected!

Ian Jorden is also a Martial Artist!

He greatly respects the old man inside the thatched hut!

This is a senior!

More so, a Martial arts world glory!

"Leave?" The old man gave a wry smile, speaking feebly: "Come in. This room hasn’t been entered for thousands of years."

"Thank you, sir!"

Isabella Warm calmed her feelings and went straight in!

Ian Jorden followed closely!

But once inside the room, they were stunned.

They saw an old man wrapped in chains, covered with bronze spikes!

Above his head, hung nine tripods!

The old man’s head hung low under the press of the nine tripods, with his head full of white hair touching the ground.

His appearance was indiscernible!

"Old sir, you are..." Isabella Warm was stunned.

This is...

"Now. Do you think I can still leave?" The old man smiled wryly: "I let you two come in because I sensed you bore no malice. Secondly, my time is running out."

"Old sir you..." Isabella Warm had a bad premonition.

"Indeed, my time is nearly up." The old man attempted to lift his head but couldn’t. "A person’s lifespan has its limits. In three to five days, my cycle ends, and I’ll return to dust."

"Why? Haven’t you lived over a thousand years?" Isabella Warm was somewhat surprised!

The Holy Lord living a long life already transcends rules.

The appearance of the Undead Tribe again suggests the cycle can be broken.

"Over a thousand years? Is that long?" The old man smiled faintly: "People, eventually die. Including Julius Reed, will die. In the river of time, we are but a drop in the ocean! In the eyes of mayflies, an ordinary person’s life is a distant dream. To ordinary people, Julius Reed and I seem to live long lives. But not dying? It’s just living a bit longer."

"Is there truly no immortality?" Isabella Warm suddenly felt she understood something.

"Look at these mountains and rivers, look at this sun and moon! In our eyes, an ordinary person’s life is no different from a mayfly’s. And yet, aren’t we just mayflies in this world?"

The old man sighed: "Go, pretend you’ve never been here. I too, at my end, express some sentiments. No regrets!"

"Your vengeance is unfulfilled." Isabella Warm’s tone suddenly turned sharp.

"Vengeance?" The old man was somewhat agitated but still powerless: "Vengeance, after all, can’t be achieved. But hearing you say Empire is bound under Demarco Mount, perhaps that is retribution."

"The Holy Lord once said, retribution is a coward’s excuse for comfort!" As Isabella Warm finished, Ian Jorden quickly stopped her: "Be careful what you say!"

At this distance, one strike from the old man and they’d both be dead!

"What a Julius Reed!" Surprisingly, the old man laughed: "As sharp-tongued as ever! But what can I do, I’m a dying man, powerless."

"You may not die!" Isabella Warm stepped back a few steps, took out her phone, snapped a photo of the old man, and left the room: "Give me a few minutes."

...

Town.

Julius Reed stood at the window, stroking the Break Sky Knife with one hand, trying to understand the secret of this Divine Weapon.

Suddenly.

The phone rang.

It was a picture.

A man under the Nine Tripods!

Eighteen chains bound him, thirty-six bronze spikes embedded!

"Can it be broken?"

Looking at the message from Isabella Warm, Julius Reed pondered briefly and replied: "Using mountains and rivers to suppress one, it’s merely borrowing earthly fortune. Outside, there should be a well. The well is where the fortune lies. Break the well, the formation breaks."

"Lend me the Divine Dragon Tripod."

Isabella Warm’s message came, followed by, "I know you have it."

"Karen!" Julius Reed untied the thermos at his waist, shouting.

"Karen went in. Out in half a month." Terry Moore walked in from outside, chuckling: "Bro, what’s up?"

"Go, take this thermos to Swimming City." Julius Reed tossed the Divine Dragon Tripod casually, turning to gaze out the window.

"Why do this?" Elaenor Wood grinned wickedly at the side.

"In my heart, I still favour her quite a bit." Julius Reed smiled mischievously: "Of course, I almost favoured your Anna Harris just as much."

Elaenor Wood’s face turned green.

PS: Mayfly [fú yóu] An insect, its nymph lives in water for 1—6 years; the adult has two pairs of wings, often flying over water, with a very short lifespan of only a few hours.