Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 742 - Dowry_1
Chapter 742: Chapter 742 Dowry_1
Bartley Hawthorne wanted to laugh when he heard such a response.
Apart from the two masters of Ghost Valley, who dared to speak to him like this?
But just as he was about to laugh, he found he couldn’t.
His hand seemed to hurt a little…
After being forged by Ghost Valley, Bartley hadn’t even understood what pain felt like for many years!
From a young age, they were trained by Ghost Valley to become the right-hand men of the Young Master.
In their childhood, thousands of the chosen were immersed in medicinal concoctions all day, enduring devilish training daily.
There were often those who couldn’t sustain their strength or tolerate the torture.
They were eliminated and became ordinary disciples of Ghost Valley.
Training continued until only four remained.
These four were the four mighty war gods of Ghost Valley throughout the ages.
They all shared the same titles.
Qing, Ming, Yuan, and Song.
Each generation was distinguished by their surnames.
And for this generation, their surname was Hawthorne.
The bodies of the four mighty war gods, soaked in medicinal concoctions all year round, were nearly impenetrable to blades and guns!
Even their pain nerves gradually degenerated.
In other words,
These men scarcely felt any pain.
But now…
Bartley seemed to recall the training scenes from many years ago.
Pain…
It was pain!
The kind of pain that drills into your heart!
He widened his eyes and violently withdrew his fist.
“You’re quite powerful,”
Bartley finally began to take the young man in front of him seriously.
Even stronger than Terry Moore!
“God of War, this man has some tricks up his sleeve, he even managed to break the leg of the seventh son of Yorktown Family, who is under my command!”
Sheldon Casey hurried over, his face flushed with excitement as he shouted, “He must be eliminated quickly!”
Just thinking of Moon Casey lying there to this day, his heart was filled with indescribable pain!
Julius Reed must die!
“The seventh son of Yorktown Family?” Bartley snorted coldly, “What’s so special about him? Killing him is exaggerated? I could crush him to death with one finger!”
“Yes… God of War,”
Sheldon’s face flickered between light and shadow, but his heart itched with hatred.
All he wanted was to see Julius Reed dead on the spot!
“Move aside!”
Bartley shouted loudly, lightly twisting his neck, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a satisfying fight!”
Encountering an opponent like Julius Reed excited him somewhat.
“The Young Master has taken a fancy to your wife; that’s your good fortune! Kid, if you know what’s good for you, kneel down and accept death, and I’ll give you a quick end!”
Unlike Terry Moore, Bartley had no intention of recruiting Julius Reed.
Taking someone’s wife, such despicable behavior, they had to make Julius Reed die!
Otherwise, vengeance in the future would surely be troublesome.
“You are welcome to try if you can leave this hotel alive today,” Julius Reed pointed at the sedan chair behind Bartley, “Today, this sedan chair will become a coffin. And inside, will be your corpses!”
“How arrogant!”
Bartley laughed loudly, “Then let’s try it!”
Whoosh!
He threw a punch!
Bang!
Julius Reed, with one hand behind his back, also threw out a punch!
The two men thus stood locked together.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
Twenty seconds…
When the standoff reached half a minute!
Julius Reed stepped forward!
Boom!
Bartley took a step backward!
His complexion turned pale!
A trace of sweat also seeped out on his forehead.
“No… impossible!”
He growled in a low voice, shivering all over.
Boom!
The second step!
Julius Reed advanced a meter!
And Bartley!
Stepped back two paces!
The fists of the two men were still tightly pressed together.
“Hiss!”
Bartley drew in a breath of cold air, channeling all his strength into his right arm!
“Are you still capable?”
Julius Reed looked indifferent.
His eyes filled with boundless intent to kill.
Quella Radcliffe was his untouchable scale.
The dragon’s untouchable scale!
Touch it and you die!
But Bartley couldn’t speak.
He felt an endless oppression!
As if his entire being was about to be crushed to pieces.
Boom!
The third step!
The fourth step!
With every step Julius Reed took, Bartley’s body shuddered!
After five steps—
Bartley’s eyes carried a hint of helplessness.
Despair…
His whole body was soaked with sweat, but he still refused to give up!
He was a Ghost Valley war god, after all!
With unparalleled strength!
By the time of the sixth step.
Bartley’s body was already pressed against the wall.
His arm began to tremble…
The man nearly collapsed.
But with the wall for support, he seemed able to…
“Julius Reed, how dare you disrespect the divine general!”
Unaware of his impending doom, Sheldon Casey walked over at this moment, pointing at Julius Reed and bellowing loudly!
He intended to enrage Bartley Hawthorne, to ensure that Julius Reed would have nowhere to be buried when he died!
Yet…
Bartley Hawthorne was already in a dire situation.
“Shut up!”
Slap!
Julius Reed slapped him across the face, slamming Sheldon Casey against the wall!
Thud!
Brain matter splattered.
To the very end, Sheldon Casey had not expected…
“Huff!”
Bartley Hawthorne took a deep breath, his internal organs being compressed to the extreme!
But there was still a wall behind him!
There was still a chance for a desperate counterattack!
“Dave Hawthorne!”
He called for help, something he rarely did.
Although he wasn’t necessarily capable of defeating this opponent on his own.
Together, the two of them would certainly capture and kill him!
“Coming!”
Dave Hawthorne’s long blade flashed, directly forcing Marco Pendleton to retreat!
At the same time, he delivered a kick!
Bang!
Marco Pendleton was sent flying, landing on the ground, spitting out blood.
Although a master from the capital, he was no match for a divine general.
Ultimately inferior.
Seizing the moment, Dave Hawthorne sprinted forward, swinging his blade down at Julius Reed!
Crack!
Just as he struck with his blade!
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Bartley Hawthorne’s hand bones snapped!
His entire arm was pulverized by Julius Reed’s punch!
Boom!
The next moment!
Julius Reed’s fist smashed into Bartley Hawthorne’s shoulder!
He sent the entire man flying!
The hotel wall collapsed.
Whoosh!
The glint of cold steel flashed.
Dave Hawthorne’s blade had arrived.
Julius Reed turned abruptly, lifting a hand.
Barehanded, he caught the blade!
Hiss!
Dave Hawthorne took a sharp inhale of breath!
He gripped the blade with both hands, pressing down hard!
But—
There was absolutely no way to push it down even slightly further!
The long blade, as if fixed in place, was tightly clutched in Julius Reed’s hand.
“Who are you!”
Dave Hawthorne’s heart skipped a beat.
Their four divine generals seldom encountered an equal.
“Dragon King…”
Julius Reed yanked the the long blade forcefully, pulling Dave Hawthorne in front of him, whispering lightly in his ear, “The hidden Dragon King.”
“What!”
Dave Hawthorne’s pupils contracted sharply, his entire body tensing up!
“You are…”
They actually dared to take the Dragon King’s woman?
Clang!
Julius Reed forcibly snapped the long blade with his left hand!
Sputter!
The next second!
The blade’s tip pierced directly through Dave Hawthorne’s heart.
“So much for a divine general, merely this.”
Having said that.
He pushed away Dave Hawthorne’s body and stepped over to Bartley Hawthorne, standing on his neck.
“You… you dare kill a divine general! Ghost Valley will not let you off…”
At this moment, Bartley Hawthorne’s arm was broken, and his bones were nearly shattered.
Moreover, Dave Hawthorne’s horrific death brought him enormous psychological shock.
It made Bartley Hawthorne completely succumb to fear!
What kind of monster had Sheldon Casey brought upon them!
Meanwhile, those lackeys who were there to meet the bridal party dropped the palanquin and planned to flee.
With the divine general dead, what use was there in staying?
“Anyone who moves, dies!”
Julius Reed narrowed his eyes, kicking the long blade from Bartley Hawthorne’s waist!
Sputter!
The foremost Ghost Valley Disciple attempting to flee was skewered on the spot!
The rest stood frozen in place.
Daring not to act rashly.
What was this…
What kind of deity?
Two divine generals joining forces, and yet they were not his match!
“Take their bodies and put them into the bridal sedan chair!” Julius Reed said with a faint smile, “I wonder if my dowry is generous enough!”
No sooner had he spoken than Bartley Hawthorne trembled uncontrollably!
Bodies?
He was still alive!
Crack!
The next moment.
His neck was crushed underfoot.
Dying with his eyes wide open.
