Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 746 - The Wrath of the Young Master of Ghost Valley_1
Chapter 746: Chapter 746 The Wrath of the Young Master of Ghost Valley_1
“Congratulations, Young Master!”
Kneeling on the ground, a man in a white robe bowed in reverence.
“With this fine person, in ten months, when the child is born, your great endeavor, Young Master, will be accomplished!”
The air fell silent.
This place was desolate, inhabited by only a few of them.
“Ten months…”
The man gazed into the distance, muttering to himself, “Ten months, eh! It seems a bit long.”
He was dressed in the attire of an ancient bridegroom, sporting a big red flower on his chest!
Quite festive.
But on this pitch-black night, it seemed a bit… chilling.
“The Wizard has calculated that the individual recently selected by Sheldon Casey has an even purer physique than Quandarius Ridge!”
The man in white lifted his head, smiling as he spoke, “This can greatly increase the success rate of the merger with the baby for you, Young Master!”
The air became quiet once again.
“If it weren’t for that old hag… I wouldn’t have to take such desperate measures.” The Young Master of Ghost Valley turned to look at the man in white on the ground, “Kendrick Hawthorne, do you think what I’m doing is right?”
A touch of sadness flickered in his eyes before it turned into rage.
“Ghost Valley should rightfully belong to you, Young Master! It’s just…”
Kendrick Hawthorne seemed to hesitate, as if there were unspeakable secrets.
“But speak freely!” the Young Master waved his hand gently, “The one I trust the most in Witch Moon is you all.”
“Young Master, if it weren’t for the Young Madam insisting on her son succeeding, you wouldn’t have taken this path!”
Kendrick Hawthorne knelt on the ground, his expression solemn.
Within Ghost Valley!
The one in power was the Valley Master!
And the Young Master was the second-in-command, just below the Valley Master.
With great power!
Also the heir to the Valley Master.
But fifteen years ago, Abby Hawthorne’s mother passed away suddenly.
And the next year, the new wife of the Valley Master bore a son!
Seeing the Valley Master still vigorous, his wife actually wanted to appoint her own son as the Young Master!
Though the Valley Master rejected this.
It had already caused turmoil within Ghost Valley.
Many were undecided.
Even some under the Young Master had shifted their allegiance to the second son.
Seeing the situation growing more and more unstable, Witch Moon decided to take a perilous course, practicing the most malicious Cultivation Technique of Ghost Valley!
All that was needed was to find a woman with the right constitution to bear his flesh and blood.
When the child was born, the mother would die violently!
And Witch Moon only had to fuse the child’s blood into his own body to gain immense power!
But those with the special constitution…
Were too hard to find.
Sheldon Casey searched for many years before finding a Quandarius Ridge.
Now, having found an even more suitable Quella Radcliffe, Witch Moon was boiling with excitement!
When the time came.
Not even the Valley Master could stop him!
He!
Witch Moon!
Would become the new master of Ghost Valley!
“The time, it seems a bit lengthy.”
Witch Moon looked into the distance, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.
New Year’s Eve.
He traveled thousands of miles to Moon City.
Thinking of his younger brother celebrating the New Year in Ghost Valley, along with his parents.
Witch Moon clenched his fists tightly.
When his endeavor was accomplished, he would definitely throw that mother and son into a wolf pen!
To feed the wolves…
“I’ll go hurry them along.” Dave Hawthorne stood up and walked towards a Mercedes.
Just as he opened the car door, he heard a distant cacophony of sounds.
“They’re here.”
Bang!
Dave Hawthorne closed the car door, his eyes shining with delight.
Of the four great generals, his combat strength was the strongest.
But Dave Hawthorne never left the Young Master’s side.
The tasks outside were carried out by the other three.
He only needed to ensure the Young Master’s safety.
“I just hope they won’t disappoint me.” Witch Moon’s eyes revealed his anticipation.
In the photograph, Quella Radcliffe looked stunning!
Compared to the likes of Quandarius Ridge, it was truly heaven and hell.
What a pity!
If it weren’t for the witchcraft being so wicked, where the child would drain the mother’s lifeblood.
Then Witch Moon wouldn’t mind making Quella Radcliffe his own woman.
“The number of people seems off.”
Dave Hawthorne eyed the approaching group suspiciously, “The number is half of what it was when they left.”
“Perhaps the other side had a master who fought desperately, injuring many of our brothers.”
Witch Moon was already looking forward to it!
Watching the eight-bearer palanquin gradually approach him, his eyes revealed his longing.
“Bartley Hawthorne and Dave Hawthorne are not around.”
Dave Hawthorne’s brow furrowed slightly, “Nor is Abby Hawthorne.”
All three were absent!
Something wasn’t right.
“With the three of us joining forces, there are very few under Heaven who can withstand us!”
Witch Moon shook her head, smiling as she looked at Kendrick Hawthorne: “For us at Ghost Valley to deal with these ordinary people, it’s too simple.”
“I hope so.”
Kendrick Hawthorne folded his hands behind his back, staring straight ahead.
“If you hadn’t insisted on bringing them all, I would have even thought that Dave Hawthorne, or perhaps Bartley Hawthorne alone, could have done it.”
Witch Moon licked her lips while at the same time adjusting the red flower on her chest.
A wedding always needs to look the part.
“It’s always good to be cautious.”
Kendrick Hawthorne walked towards the wedding convoy, stopping three meters away from Witch Moon.
He raised his hand to stop it.
“Where are Dave and Bartley, the two divine generals?”
He surveyed the disciples of Ghost Valley before him.
Each of them was gripped with fear, their bodies trembling.
This was not normal at all.
Shouldn’t the eyes of Ghost Valley’s disciples be filled with joy?
The Young Master’s wedding!
They looked as if…
They were mourning?
The disciples of Ghost Valley fell silent.
All of them bowed their heads.
“Speak!”
Kendrick Hawthorne’s eyelids twitched wildly!
In his heart, a sudden ominous premonition surfaced!
“In…”
One of the disciples of Ghost Valley mustered the courage and pointed behind him at the bridal sedan.
“What?”
Murderous intent appeared in Kendrick Hawthorne’s eyes.
He grabbed the disciple of Ghost Valley: “Speak!”
“Dave and Bartley, the two divine generals, are inside… inside the bridal sedan…”
The disciple of Ghost Valley dared not lie.
But his eyes were full of fear.
“What exactly happened!”
Kendrick Hawthorne’s facial muscles twitched spasmodically.
But the disciples of Ghost Valley neatly knelt down.
“Young Master!”
Kendrick Hawthorne turned around, looking at Witch Moon: “Something’s not right here!”
A wedding convoy without the divine generals as escorts?
And these disciples of Ghost Valley were silent and not speaking.
But that was the Young Madam’s sedan.
Only the Young Master had the right to lift its curtain!
“Let me take a look!”
Witch Moon dismounted and walked to the front of the bridal sedan.
She stopped.
She smelled it.
The pungent odor of blood!
Whoooosh!
Without allowing for more thought, she abruptly lifted the curtain of the bridal sedan!
Her eyes instantly widened!
“This…”
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Witch Moon stepped back two paces to steady herself.
“Dave, Bartley!”
Kendrick Hawthorne rushed over, shaking as he placed his hand over the noses of the two.
No breath.
They were already dead.
Their bodies were even a bit stiff.
“Speak!”
Kendrick Hawthorne roared, lifting up a disciple of Ghost Valley: “What exactly happened!”
“The divine generals, it wasn’t my fault…”
The disciple of Ghost Valley was petrified with fear.
“What use are you to me!”
Crack!
Kendrick Hawthorne squeezed forcefully, snapping the neck of the disciple of Ghost Valley.
“You!”
After throwing the body aside, he turned and grabbed another person.
“The divine generals went for the bride. Who knew that the other side was so formidable! They all got killed!” With the previous event as a warning, this disciple did not dare to withhold anything.
“After killing them, he threatened us, ordered us to carry the bodies of the divine generals here to present to the Young Master! He said…”
“Speak!”
Witch Moon’s face turned pale, and her eyes were bloodshot.
He said it was… your wedding dowry…”
After speaking, the disciple of Ghost Valley immediately knelt on the ground.
“Who!”
Just at that moment, Kendrick Hawthorne fiercely raised his head!
Crack!
Three Mercedes-Benz cars, with their headlights all on, from a distance.
A figure was slowly approaching.
