Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 744 - I’m Standing Right In Front of You_1
Chapter 744: Chapter 744 I’m Standing Right In Front of You_1
When that figure appeared for an instant.
The disciples of Ghost Valley retreated one after another, consciously clearing a path.
At the same time, they knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe a sound.
“Greeting the divine general!”
A disciple with a slightly higher status shouted.
The others followed suit, echoing the sentiment.
“Where is Bright Somerset?”
The figure halted, asking coldly.
“Great… senior brother, he…”
A disciple from Ghost Valley pointed not far away to the senior brother’s head: “He was killed by Terry Moore!”
“Indeed, a waste!”
The figure took a few steps forward, revealing an all-black attire.
“Terry Moore has fought with Bartley Hawthorne, and none of you could capture him. When we return, I will suggest feeding you to the wolves,” the man in black said in a deep voice, devoid of any emotion.
“Divine general! It is not that we are incompetent! It is truly… truly that Terry Moore is too fierce!”
The disciples were trembling with fear, sweating cold sweat.
Inside Ghost Valley, there was a wolf pen.
Anyone who erred would be thrown into the wolf pen.
Feeding the wolves.
“After exchanging a few blows with him, how could Terry Moore still have any strength left?”
The man said impatiently, “Had I not come personally, you would have certainly ruined the Young Master’s big event!”
“Abby Hawthorne, the divine general, has the Young Master also arrived?”
As soon as the disciples of Ghost Valley heard the words “Young Master,” they trembled all over with fear.
That was…
An existence of cold ruthlessness.
“Today is a great joy for the Young Master as he marries the Young Madam! Of course, he will be here,” Abby Hawthorne said coldly, looking at Terry Moore in front of him and unbuttoning the clasps of his black robe one by one.
Whoosh!
He flung his black robe into the hands of the Ghost Valley disciples, pointing at Terry Moore: “I have long heard that you are the number one expert in the capital! Today, I wish to meet you!”
This voice!
As if it came from the abyss!
“Then let’s fight!”
Terry Moore lowered his head, glancing at his watch.
His heart chilled by half.
Only one minute left!
If death is inevitable!
After the effects of the medicine wear off, there won’t be any feeling anyway.
To die in a confused state would be better than suffering.
“I admire your courage.”
Abby Hawthorne tossed the long knife from his waist to the ground: “You may use a weapon, while I will fight with bare hands.”
Humiliation!
Arrogance!
But Terry Moore had no options.
He himself was very strong!
But the four divine generals were even stronger!
These were beings like monsters, how could he fight?
Fifty seconds!
Time waits for no one!
“This is my moment of glory!”
He grabbed a stick and sprinted towards Abby Hawthorne!
Swish!
He swung the stick down!
Bang!
Abby Hawthorne raised an arm, blocking the stick!
If it were someone else—
That stick from Terry Moore would have broken an arm long ago.
But a smile flickered across Abby Hawthorne’s lips, and he fiercely gripped the stick in his hand.
Crack!
He broke it!
Clang!
Two pieces of the stick fell to the ground.
“Divine general is mighty!”
“The divine general’s magical power is boundless!”
“A heavenly deity descends!”
The Ghost Valley disciples, who had been terrified by Terry Moore, began to chant loudly.
But Terry Moore didn’t care about these.
Thirty seconds!
He lifted his head, his fists pounding with all his might!
These two punches!
When he was a baby sucking milk, he had never used such great strength!
Bang!
Abby Hawthorne met his punch with one of his own!
Force against force!
Thump!
Terry Moore was sent flying backward!
Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth.
Twenty seconds!
Hiss!
He suddenly stood up, rushing toward Abby Hawthorne!
To hit even one punch is to strike one punch!
Time waits for no one!
“Hmm?”
A hint of doubt flashed through Abby Hawthorne’s mind.
At such a time, why doesn’t Terry Moore run away?
Even though he subdued Terry Moore with two punches, he had considerable respect for him in his heart.
Such a master was rare in this mortal world.
If it wasn’t for the Young Master’s order, that anyone who knew about today’s events must be killed,
He truly felt some reluctance.
In fact.
Among the four divine generals, Abby Hawthorne’s combat strength ranked second!
Only by joining forces could Dave Hawthorne and Bartley Hawthorne barely manage a draw against him.
And Terry Moore had fought with Bartley Hawthorne and even carried Quella Radcliffe this far.
Yet he was still able to fight!
He was surprised.
What a pity.
That was Abby Hawthorne’s thought.
Facing Terry Moore’s fight to the death, he took a deep breath.
Bang!
The two collided in mid-air!
Terry Moore was sent flying five or six meters away.
While Abby Hawthorne.
Actually also took two steps back.
“You’re determined to die?”
His eyes narrowed, his face flashing with shock.
Terry Moore…
He really had no desire to live!
To gamble with his life!
“Hiss!”
Five seconds.
Terry Moore just tried to get up.
In the end.
He still gave up.
There wasn’t enough time.
Four seconds.
He heard Abby Hawthorne’s footsteps.
Three seconds.
The sound, getting closer and closer.
Two seconds.
Terry Moore turned his head and glanced at Quella Radcliffe.
Julius Reed, damn you!
One second.
He closed his eyes.
“Whew!”
Terry Moore took a deep breath.
Waiting for death.
But it seemed…
Strength was gradually draining from his body.
Yet his mind!
Was very clear!
“Karen! You bitch, you tricked me again!”
Terry Moore was so angry he itched to bite.
While Abby Hawthorne.
Was getting closer and closer.
Terry Moore managed a smile, weakly pulling out his phone.
He was extremely weak now, even dialing was a struggle.
“Karen, you deceived me. After the effects of the Tyrannosaurus Pills, I’m still awake.”
“Haha! Damn it! You took it? Didn’t I tell you not to unless it was absolutely necessary… What’s wrong?”
“I might not make it back.”
Terry Moore looked at Abby Hawthorne less than five meters away, and bitter smiled, “Sorry, about the police call on your precious sword last week, it was me.”
“I know.”
There was a pause on the other end of the line: “Just sleep easy. When you wake up, you’ll be in the capital.”
“I’m about to die.”
Terry Moore frowned: “What you see might be my urn.”
“Impossible!”
On the phone, Karen sighed, “Julius Reed told me he’d get you back safe.”
“But I’ll be dead in one more second.”
Terry Moore turned his head.
He saw a foot being raised.
That was Abby Hawthorne’s foot!
One step down, and he would be finished.
“Julius Reed wouldn’t lie to me.”
Karen said with certainty: “I believe him.”
“Why?”
Terry Moore’s consciousness was getting blurry.
“Because… I’m right near you.”
Karen hung up the phone and shouted, “Damn Terry Moore.”
Standing beside him was a woman in a tracksuit.
With her hair tied back in a ponytail, the sword in her hand was pressed against Karen’s waist.
“Damn your grandpa!”
The moment Terry Moore saw Karen, his vision darkened, and he passed out.
“Heroine, if you don’t act now, my brother’s going to die.”
Karen pleaded with a sorrowful face.
“Keep talking nonsense, and both of you will die!”
Nelson snorted coldly and stamped her foot!
She leaped into the air!
She had been waiting there for a long time, and by chance, she met the sleazy-looking Karen.
So she just stood there, letting Karen watch his brother get beaten up.
After all, Julius Reed had only promised to ensure Quella Radcliffe and Terry Moore’s safety.
He didn’t say…
They couldn’t get beaten up.
“Who goes there!”
Hearing the sound of air breaking behind him, Dave Hawthorne swiftly turned around!
In a flash!
His pupils constricted!
A sword!
Was less than three meters away from him!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Dave Hawthorne retreated explosively, arms raised to protect himself!
Clang!
The silver sword in Nelson’s hand struck his arm, sparking a flash!
Shhrik!
The tip of the sword picked and tore open the upper part of Dave Hawthorne’s clothes!
Revealing.
A set of steel frames underneath!
“No wonder Terry Moore couldn’t beat you.”
Nelson said with amusement: “So, you’ve got a suit of steel equipment strapped on.”
“You’re asking for it!”
Dave Hawthorne roared furiously, his hands whipping out from his waist!
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Two triangular military thorns appeared in his grasp!
