Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Drip, drip!

The slender man held his longsword, looking expressionless at Anselm Ridge.

The blood dripping from his sword fell to the ground, the sound distinctly audible.

“Let’s all attack together,”

he said helplessly.

Behind him, Hamza’s blood was surging with excitement, even though the victim hadn’t been killed by him, his heart still raced!

This was the height of arrogance!

He truly wished he could rush forward, stand behind the slender man, and shout, “Who else dares?”

But the response they got was nothing but silence.

Everyone was no fool; with just one strike, they already knew the disparity in strength between the two sides.

“Master Ridge, I have urgent matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave for a while,”

“My wife is about to give birth, I need to go take care of her,”

“I’ve just received word that my mother passed away back home, I must go back for a while,”

Hearing everyone come up with all sorts of excuses, Anselm Ridge grabbed one of them, “Didn’t your mother just pass away last time, and you took leave to mourn her?”

“Stepmother! My stepmother just joined our family and she’s gone too. I am truly sorry.” Not waiting for Anselm Ridge to say anything more, that person leaped up and disappeared in an instant in front of the Ridge family’s gate.

The rest also used their Divine Skills to scatter and escape.

Fearful that if they were a moment too late, they might end up dead without a complete corpse.

“You lot!”

Anselm Ridge, watching the departing experts, cursed at the sky: “When I don’t need you, each one of you steps forward to show loyalty! Now, when I need you, you all are nothing but cowards, afraid of death! Get lost, and never come back!”

Whoosh!

Before he could finish cursing, the slender man flew up with a kick, directly breaking Anselm Ridge’s legs.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking clearly reached everyone’s ears, followed by Anselm Ridge’s pig-like screams.

“Today, I leave you with your miserable life! Tell Truman Ridge that tomorrow at this time, I will come back with more men, until your Ridge family comes out and kowtows in apology to Skyfire!” Hamza cleared his throat and arrogantly looked down at Anselm Ridge, who was kneeling on the ground.

“Let’s go!”

If the play was to be full-fledged, the mysterious woman had to step in to stop it, or else Five-river Province would be thrown into complete chaos.

Inside a residence of the Ridge family, Truman Ridge watched the scene on the video, clenching his fists tightly around his clothing, his eyes filled with rage.

He picked up a phone and slowly dialed a number.

“What is it? It’s late, and you’re disturbing my face mask routine. So, you’d better give me a reason to cool off, or else another corpse will be thrown into your room,”

a woman’s languid voice came through the phone.

Exhausted, and somewhat impatient.

“My men, they were killed by Skyfire. Five minutes ago, Skyfire’s people came to our Ridge family’s mountain gate to curse and challenge us, and my thoughtless son led people out to fight. The results were disastrous; many were killed or injured, and my son’s legs were broken!”

Truman Ridge roared angrily: “If you don’t handle this matter, I will take my men and resolve it myself! Please don’t accuse me later of acting recklessly, not listening to orders! Nobody, having people shit on their heads, would stand for it!”

The Ridge family, a hundred-year-old clan with an extremely high status, had hoped to break free from Julius Reed’s restrictions and enjoy the beauties of the Mortal World after coming out of seclusion.

But they never expected the road out of seclusion to be so difficult, first losing troops and generals, and now their dignity trampled upon!

“Is that so?”

The woman sounded somewhat disbelieving: “Wait for me a moment.”

Shortly after, the woman’s voice came through again: “I’ve seen the video, and indeed Skyfire has gone too far. Two hours ago, I had already warned the Saint Heir; it seems he does not regard even me in his eyes.”

“Then, please decide,” Truman Ridge said in a deep voice, filled with resentment.

“Ten minutes later, I’ll give you a reply.”

The woman hung up the call right after she finished speaking.

At that moment, the Saint Heir had just finished reporting to the Sect Hierarch, who was far in the West, informing him that Hamza had betrayed the organization and switched allegiance.

Now there was one less opponent for him within the sect, and he also managed to suppress many who didn’t show him enough respect.

Killing two birds with one stone.

But the next moment, a phone call completely shattered his good mood.

“What is it?”

The Saint Heir picked up the call, with dissatisfaction in his tone.

Just in one single night, two calls!

And after the first call was over, his deployed squad was wiped out, even causing Hamza’s defection!

“Did you make your move?”

The woman asked in a calm voice, yet it was laced with murderous intent.

“Exactly!”

The Saint Heir thought she was asking about his pursuit of Hamza, for that was his only action that night.

“What do you take my words for?”

The woman’s voice grew increasingly angry.

“I’m warning you! Don’t push me too far! No matter who you are, show some respect! The mighty Skyfire doesn’t need anyone whispering and pointing fingers from behind!” The Saint Heir, seeing the woman displeased, also became angry.

Skyfire was a very famous organization in the West, considered incredibly powerful.

Although it was destroyed once, the reestablishment to this day still boasted numerous experts!

Now stepping onto the land of the East, to be insulted and humiliated time and again was a blow to his pride.

“Say it again.” The woman said coldly, “Even your Sect Hierarch wouldn’t dare to speak to me like that.”

“Threatening me? How will you explain the death of my men? Give me an explanation!”

The Saint Heir bellowed loudly, having already concluded the woman was behind the killing of his men the moment they left.

“Good.”

The woman said just one brief word before hanging up the call.

“Someone come! Keep watch around the perimeter! I want anyone who comes to be stopped outside the villa!”

The Saint Heir, enraged, smashed the phone and shouted outside the door.

“Understood!”

People from Skyfire immediately rushed out, securing all the key positions of the villa to prevent any enemy infiltration.

“See that? The enemy’s on the move.”

Julius Reed, along with Lucan Davenport, was squatting on a tree not far from the villa gate, peering through binoculars and carefully observing every move inside the villa.

Many from Skyfire, along with previous Hidden Guards, were guarding around the villa.

They surveyed with extreme vigilance, clearly having raised the alert to the highest level.

“That woman will send someone over in a moment.”

Julius Reed said with a cheery grin.

“Mr. Reed, how can you be so sure she will come later? According to Hamza, this woman should have eyes and ears everywhere. For her, dealing with a Skyfire Saint Heir would be as simple as showing up when she says,” Lucan Davenport asked, not understanding why such a formidable figure would need so much time to gather her forces.

“I have eyes within a ten-mile radius; if that woman has people around, they definitely can’t escape my gaze! It seems now that the woman’s control over Five-river Province is very weak; she must not be here, orchestrating from afar.”

Julius Reed took out a box of hidden weapons from behind him and quietly aimed at the sentry at the gate.

“Let’s add some fuel to their fire. When the next pile of wood arrives, let’s make their blaze even bigger!”

Whoosh!

The moment the words fell, Julius Reed instantly triggered the mechanism!