Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 748 - : Your Killer, Li 12_1
Chapter 748: Chapter 748: Your Killer, Li 12_1
“Stop pretending to be ghosts and deities here!”
Witch Moon’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, a very bad premonition arising in his heart.
The warhorses became increasingly restless, as if they had encountered something terrifying.
“Young Master! Something is not right.”
Kendrick Hawthorne slowly closed his eyes, listening intently to the sounds around him.
“It’s like there is… an army of thousands, even ten thousands…”
When he reopened his eyes, his face was deathly pale.
“Julius Reed, what trick are you playing!”
Witch Moon couldn’t stay calm any longer.
He clutched his long saber and spurred his warhorse on!
But the warhorse didn’t move and became more restless.
The ground shook more and more violently.
“Weren’t you asking me with what I would contend with your Ghost Valley?”
Julius Reed pointed behind him, “With these! I can obliterate your Ghost Valley a hundred times over!”
The next moment!
The distant area lit by the headlights of a speeding car.
Dust and smoke billowed!
Like a storm, it was impossible to see clearly what was there.
“What is this…”
Kendrick Hawthorne swallowed hard.
For the first time in his life, he felt fear!
It was…
Witch Moon’s hand, gripping the long saber, trembled uncontrollably.
His forehead broke out in a cold sweat!
The sound of hooves!
That was the sound of hooves!
The noise grew louder and louder!
“Hisss…”
Witch Moon’s warhorse panicked, nearly unseating him!
This was a battle-hardened warhorse!
Even injured, it would not retreat half a step.
But now…
It was completely frenzied!
“Young Master!”
At the moment when the dust and smoke cleared!
Kendrick Hawthorne pointed into the distance, his legs shaking!
They saw a man on a horse, wielding a long spear!
He charged out from the thick gunsmoke!
“Witch Moon, drive! Run him over!”
Witch Moon was filled with boundless fury!
“Charge!”
Kendrick Hawthorne gestured, and the three Mercedes Benz cars behind him slowly started.
No matter your iron cavalry, can it withstand a steel torrent?
The three Mercedes cars had all been modified, each fitted with a thick steel plate at the front.
But the cars had only gone about ten meters when they stopped.
Behind that one man and one horse.
A second appeared…
A tenth…
Hundreds of horses sprinted furiously!
The mounted warriors brandished their long spears, their momentum overwhelming!
“Crash!”
Witch Moon’s hands shook, his eyes nearly bleeding.
Anger!
Resentment!
Disbelief!
What the hell…
was this!
“Didn’t you hear the Young Master’s orders? Drive and crash into them! Those are only horses, what you’re driving are machines! Steel machines!”
Kendrick Hawthorne rushed over, smashed the car window and dragged a driver out from inside!
“Useless!”
His eyes bloodshot, he jumped through the window into the Mercedes.
His gaze was fixed squarely ahead!
That was gunsmoke!
A battlefield!
Life!
It was Kendrick Hawthorne’s destiny!
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Boom!
The Mercedes off-road vehicle roared to life!
Kendrick Hawthorne floored the accelerator, charging at the cavalry!
And the two cars behind him followed, with no regard for their own safety!
There was no turning back!
“Ah!”
Kendrick Hawthorne bellowed, gripping the steering wheel tightly!
“Go to hell, all of you!”
The Mercedes approached a speed of two hundred mph, racing wildly towards the cavalry!
If it struck!
Certain death!
“Hisss!”
Closer and closer!
Closer and closer!
Kendrick Hawthorne could almost make out the face of the man at the front.
But suddenly!
The cavalry scattered!
In the middle, a gap opened!
As the last two horses were steered out of the way by the warriors.
Kendrick Hawthorne saw a sun!
Or perhaps…
It was a blindingly bright light!
Boom!
The speeding car roared and crashed into that massive object!
Turning into a ball of flames.
Then came the second one…
The third one.
Three cars were burning fiercely.
In the distance.
Like bonfires.
And that massive object slowly drove past, crushing the cars into pieces.
The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance…
The Armored Corps.
“Subordinate Cold Nelson, arriving late to rescue, pleads for the Holy Master to pardon me!”
The person at the forefront of the cavalry rushed to Julius Reed’s side.
Dismounting, he knelt down on the ground.
“Holy… Holy Master…”
Clang!
The knife in Witch Moon’s hand fell to the ground.
She stood there, stunned.
“Who are you!”
He roared furiously.
Slap!
Cold Nelson stood up, his horsewhip lashing across Witch Moon’s face viciously.
Leaving a fresh, red scar on her fair skin.
“You dare hit me?”
Witch Moon’s eyes widened, staring at Cold Nelson in disbelief.
“I am Young Master of Ghost Valley!”
For over twenty years, not even the Valley Master of Ghost Valley had laid a finger on her!
But now, they had been whipped across the face!
“Not only does he dare hit you, but he dare also kill you!” Julius Reed looked at Witch Moon with a smile, “Don’t believe it? Call your father and ask him if he recognizes Cold Nelson!”
He was quite certain now that Witch Moon had no idea her old man knew Cold Nelson.
Even less did she know, the Valley Master of Ghost Valley had been beaten by Cold Nelson many times.
You can’t handle just one whip?
Back then—
Cold Nelson had tied the Valley Master of Ghost Valley to the back of a horse and dragged her for over a dozen kilometers.
“You all… must die!”
Witch Moon’s gaze was dark.
But as she spoke these words, there wasn’t much confidence in her voice.
Around her.
Were all blades and spears.
The points of the spears were all aimed at her!
It was as if, at a single command, she would be pierced into a hornet’s nest.
“Make a call to your old man, tell him to wash his neck and wait for us to come chopping!”
Cold Nelson said with a sneer on his face.
“Say that again!”
Witch Moon was furious!
She was the Young Master of Ghost Valley!
And yet, someone dared to…
Slap!
Another horsewhip landed.
Witch Moon’s other cheek swelled too.
“Shall I keep hitting you or not?”
Julius Reed pointed at Witch Moon, “If I don’t keep hitting you, then what’s going to be greeting your face next won’t be a horsewhip.”
As his words fell, Cold Nelson picked up the long knife from the ground.
Under the moonlight.
The cold gleam was blinding.
“Heh, I, Ghost Valley, will surely leave you all with no remains!”
Witch Moon pulled out a cell phone, slowly pressing a string of numbers.
“Listen carefully!”
Just as she was about to press the call button.
Julius Reed snatched the long knife from Cold Nelson’s hand.
“The one who kills you, Julius Reed!”
Squelch!
Witch Moon looked up, only to see a flash of cold light.
“She got off easy.”
Cold Nelson placed his foot on Witch Moon’s head, his face full of mockery.
Ghost Valley dares to contend with the Holy Master of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?
A mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Overestimating oneself.
“Holy Master, what’s the next move?”
A hint of irreverence danced in Cold Nelson’s eyes.
“Shall I take my men and wipe out Ghost Valley?”
The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance would not tolerate anyone challenging their authority!
“No need for now,” Julius Reed shook his head, “The news that the Sealing Dragon Platform has been activated will probably spread soon. We don’t have much time left.”
“When I came, different voices had already started to emerge within.”
Cold Nelson grinned, “Knowing you’re still alive, many are panicked.”
“But suddenly I feel, the battle from three years ago, seems to have been premeditated.”
Julius Reed turned around and looked at Cold Nelson, “Granny Xihua is very likely to have been involved.”
“Thunderpeak Hall? That old woman has designs on you?”
Cold Nelson’s expression darkened, “If that’s the case, the situation is probably more serious than we thought.”
“My maidservant, how is your investigation going?”
Julius Reed remembered the mirror that Elwood Thorneycroft had given him before she left.
And the hairpin in Stacy Cook’s hand.
“Three years ago, after you disappeared, she disappeared too.”
Cold Nelson said in a low voice.
