Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1424: 1424 Emperor Charlotte Grey

Chapter 1424: Chapter 1424 Emperor Charlotte Grey

Julius Reed’s palm hovered in midair, not pressing down.

“What did you say?” He had not heard of the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb, nor did he even know who the Azure Emperor was.

“I am willing to take you to the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb, as long as you don’t kill me!” Octavius Nightingale’s body was shaking violently, and his voice trembled continuously.

The masked person in front of him was too strong.

Even Flynn Cook was easily slain!

“If you are trying to save your life by fabricating stories, then I assure you, you will die a much worse death.” Julius Reed spread his hand, the Evil Qi kept burning.

“You… are you an Air-Tao Master?” The realization shocked Octavius Nightingale even more!

Only an Air-Tao Master could manipulate fire like that.

Instantly, he regretted deeply.

Blaming only his greed for wealth, he had set his heart on seizing the elixirs.

Now, he wasn’t even sure if he could save his own life!

Octavius Nightingale had thought to use his identity as Head of Bright Mountain to intimidate the other party, but in Swimming City, even Flynn Cook couldn’t survive; what was Bright Mountain, thousands of miles away, worth?

“Answer my question.” Julius Reed spoke indifferently.

Inside his palm, the netherfire danced continuously.

“You… didn’t come for the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb?”

A flash of surprise crossed Octavius Nightingale’s eyes: “Such a formidable person as yourself, if not for the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb, why would you come to Swimming City?”

At the brink of life and death, there was no room for more thoughts, he pleaded: “Can the secrets of the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb exchange for my life?”

“Now, you are not in any position to negotiate terms with me.” Julius Reed’s hand moved slightly forward, and the netherfire instantly reflected within Octavius Nightingale’s pupils.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” Being the Head of Bright Mountain, Octavius Nightingale could no longer care about his dignity, kneeling on the ground, he stammered: “The Young Master by your side, and Flynn Cook who died at your hand, were both part of ‘Two Kings and Four Ministers.’ But do you know the origin of these ‘Two Kings and Four Ministers’?”

Upon hearing this.

Julius Reed did not respond but looked back at Ambrose Young.

“Father, our Young Family ancestors once controlled Swimming City in conjunction with another family. But a turmoil disrupted the situation in Swimming City leading to the current role of the City Lord and the nine powers.”

Ambrose Young hurriedly shared what he knew.

“That’s not it!” Octavius Nightingale looked up at Julius Reed: “However, this is not the origin of the original rights of the Two Kings.”

He relayed all he knew, fearfully watching the flames.

“Back then, the actual ruler of power in Swimming City was called Emperor Charlotte Grey. The Emperor founded Swimming City, creating the city of sin. The now-circulating history of Swimming City is all fabricated. The so-called ‘Two Kings’ were the Emperor’s two generals. The Four Ministers were four personal bodyguards.”

“It’s said that Emperor Charlotte Grey attained the Heavenly Dao and became immortal. But in fact, the Emperor only cultivated to a profound level and lived to three hundred without dying. However, as the Heavenly Dao has its cycles, three hundred years was the extreme limit. The Emperor decided to go into seclusion to breakthrough realms, to extend life.”

“But then, two of his trusted ministers, together with the four guardians, conspired to kill Emperor Charlotte Grey. Yet, being a peerless expert, the Emperor forcibly sealed the place of his seclusion, preventing outsiders from entering.”

“Since then, the Two Kings and Four Ministers divided Swimming City and jointly guarded this secret.”

Octavius Nightingale lifted his head, hesitating to speak further.

In the end, he sighed and said: “Four hundred years ago, the experts among the Two Kings and Four Ministers all ventured to where Emperor Charlotte Grey was believed to have passed away, seeking treasures and elixirs. As a result, none returned. It was from that time that the Two Kings and Four Ministers were greatly weakened, and the power was seized by the City Lord and the nine forces.”

“You are talking nonsense!” Ambrose Young’s face changed, shaking his head frantically: “That’s impossible!”

“Young Master, this matter is top secret, hence you naturally couldn’t know at your age. My source is Flynn Cook. He gathered many experts precisely to seize the opportunity to enter the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb. And Lord Ghost Seven inviting Lowell Tennyson and other sects from all over the world, is likewise for this purpose.”

Octavius Nightingale was pale, his voice slightly hoarse: “Elder, if you spare my life, I am willing to tell you everything I know!”

“The story you told is very interesting,” Julius Reed nodded.

Although he had been the head of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance for many years, the world was too vast. To visit every part would take a very long time.

When Julius Reed first came to Swimming City, it was already the era of the City Lord.

“Not just that! The descendant of Emperor Charlotte Grey, who was the Martial Saint Crown Prince at the time, has founded the recently renowned organization—Pendleton!”

Octavius Nightingale was terrified.

He didn’t know what the masked figure before him intended.

“There are many secrets in the tomb of the Azure Emperor. I can take you there! The Cook Family has already received news that in three days, the tomb of the Azure Emperor will experience the weakest outbreak of poison miasma in four hundred years!”

“Understood.” Upon hearing the word ‘Pendleton,’ Julius Reed’s brows furrowed slightly.

According to his investigation and Devlin’s words, wasn’t Pendleton supposed to exist to overthrow him?

When there’s time, he needs to have a chat with Graham Will from Micah Will.

It seems the waters of Pendleton run very deep.

“I beg you, senior, to spare my life!” Octavius Nightingale’s head was pressed against the ground, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

His cheeks were puffing up, and his belly was getting bigger and bigger.

“Actually, death is not so frightening.” Julius Reed said indifferently, “I’ve spent my life striving toward death. Unfortunately, I am still a failure to this very day. I envy you, being able to die so easily.”

“Then go die!” Octavius Nightingale suddenly lifted his head, and a beam of brilliance shot out from his mouth!

Clang!

Julius Reed drew his longsword!

A golden nail collided with the blade and rebounded back into Octavius Nightingale’s forehead.

Thud!

This Sect Leader from Brogan Mount, fell to the ground, dead.

“When will I be able to meet death at another’s hands like you.” There was a hint of envy in Julius Reed’s eyes.

“Clean up the scene, let’s go home.”

He looked at the stunned Baylor Davenport and chuckled, “What’s the matter? Do you wish to die too?”

Baylor Davenport didn’t speak, but she was scared to tears.

“Dad, was what that bearded man said true?” Ambrose Young was still somewhat shocked even now.

His own lineage was revealed by a stranger, and such a staggering story at that.

Anyone would find it difficult to accept.

“Whether it’s true or false, there’s someone who knows.” Julius Reed sheathed his sword, turned his hands behind his back, and stood on the street: “In a bit, ask your mother.”

“Dad, you are really too strong!”

Ambrose Young followed behind Julius Reed, his eyes full of admiration.

Especially the other’s sword-drawing stance, utterly invincible!

“But the death of Flynn Cook is a bit tricky to deal with,” Ambrose Young thought things through carefully.

Flynn Cook was the younger brother of the Family Head of the Cook Family, and they could not possibly be unaware of his quest for the treasure.

If Flynn Cook doesn’t return for a long time, the Cook Family might figure out most of the truth.

“There’s no proof of death.”

Julius Reed flicked his fingers, and infernal fire followed his fingertips, splashing onto the corpses on the street.

Within ten seconds or so, only a pile of ashes remained.

A breeze passed by.

Not even ashes of these martial artists were left behind.

“Arrange for a water truck later, to give them a rinse.” After Julius Reed instructed this, his cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

He opened it and saw a message.

The sender was Lillian Tompson.