Legend of Dragon Son-in-law
Chapter 1441: 1441: Superdegree

Chapter 1441: Chapter 1441: Superdegree

“I am a monk.” The Seven Star Arhat revealed the Buddha Beads in his hand, then pointed to the Iron Sword Taoist beside him: “He is a Taoist.”

“I know,” Julius Reed nodded.

Inside the Cloud Pavilion, the herbs used to refine the pills had been purchased from the monk standing before him.

To think they would meet again here.

“Monks believe in Buddha and specialize in guiding departed souls. Taoists hunt demons and exorcise spirits, killing malicious ghosts.” The Seven Star Arhat chuckled, patting his overly full belly. “You claim to be a ghost; meeting the two of us might mean you won’t even remain a ghost for long.”

What nonsense about being a ghost!

Clearly a person.

The Seven Star Arhat felt his intelligence was being insulted.

That someone like this dares block him?

“Then let me ask, which Buddha do you believe in?” Julius Reed showed no urgency to act. It was extremely isolated here, and in the early morning hours, there was no chance of someone appearing.

The reason one monk and one Taoist had chosen this path was precisely for its seclusion.

“The Buddha I believe in is the West Sea Divine Buddha,” the Seven Star Arhat said solemnly, as if showing the utmost reverence when discussing his faith.

“So it’s the West Sea Divine Buddha.” The monk had barely finished speaking when Julius Reed already had plans forming.

The North Sea was presently in conflict with the West Sea—why not stoke the flames?

According to intelligence from Gabriel Abernathy, the North Sea fleet was already less than three hundred nautical miles from the island where the West Sea Divine Buddha’s temple was located.

In just a few more hours, the two sides would likely go to war.

“Heard of it?” The Seven Star Arhat seemed pleased with himself.

The West Sea Divine Buddha’s reputation was widespread, and ever since the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance faltered in recent years, the West Sea had become extraordinarily dominant.

When sects encountered them, they would all steer clear.

“Never heard of it,” Julius Reed shook his head.

“I want to laugh,” the Iron Sword Taoist couldn’t resist speaking up.

Indeed.

The Seven Star Arhat’s expression instantly darkened.

This was a slap to his pride!

And in front of a rival—absolutely intolerable!

“I told you, I am from the North Sea. By decree of the North Sea’s King, Everton Davenport, I am here to send the two of you on your way.” Julius Reed extended his hand and curled his fingers: “Come at me together.”

“You’re really from the North Sea?” The Seven Star Arhat slapped his palm onto the eagle’s back.

The eagle, which had been awake, instantly fell unconscious.

“No need to come together—this humble monk can guide you alone.” With a sinister grin, the Seven Star Arhat rolled up his sleeves, revealing two muscular arms.

“Back then, the Arhat of Homicide and the Arhat of Heaven said the same thing,” Julius Reed said with arms crossed, sneering coldly. “But in the end, they guided themselves first.”

“Courting death!” The Seven Star Arhat’s smile faded, and his true ferocity was unleashed!

The deaths of the Arhat of Homicide and the Arhat of Heaven had been regarded as the West Sea’s greatest humiliation!

The West Sea, which was always dominant and unstoppable, had embarrassingly fallen twice to the North Sea royal court!

The toll wasn’t merely the loss of the West Sea’s dignity—it was a blow to the face of the West Sea Divine Buddha!

The West Sea Divine Buddha, once mythologized as invincible, had seen its reputation plummet recently, with some even saying the West Sea was like a toothless tiger.

Ever since the Golden Couple had perished at the hands of the Shadow Gate, the West Sea’s ambitious first move to gain recognition had completely imploded.

The Golden Couple’s intervention was meant to be a stepping stone for the West Sea Divine Buddha to rank highly on this year’s Xianxia Grandmaster list.

In reality, had it not been for Julius Reed’s overwhelming strength and his swift annihilation of numerous martial artists, the name of the West Sea would have already spread among martial circles.

Even now, the name had spread far and wide.

Only, what was being spread were stories of several top disciples under the West Sea Divine Buddha being slaughtered.

“My North Sea has already guided your two senior brothers. Time to settle the debts first.” Julius Reed spread open his hand and said, utterly unreserved: “Did you think my North Sea offers free services to you all?”

“You!” The Seven Star Arhat hurriedly pressed his palms together, mumbling repeatedly: “Ah-mi-tuo-fo.”

At the very least, decorum had to be maintained.

This was the first lesson taught upon entering the West Sea Divine Temple.

“Master, your sins run deep. This humble monk cannot resist guiding you!” The Seven Star Arhat’s hand clutching the Buddha Beads trembled uncontrollably.

“Need some help?” The Iron Sword Taoist asked from the sideline.

After all, the West Sea and East Sea relations weren’t too bad.

Their sparring sessions had never resulted in fatalities.

“No need! I’m ready to guide this gentleman.”

Before his voice even faded.

The Seven Star Arhat suddenly flung off his Kasaya!

Whoosh!

A black shadow sprang forth!

Bang!

Two palms collided!

The Seven Star Arhat stumbled back three steps, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The Kasaya was back in his hands.

“You truly are from the North Sea?” The Seven Star Arhat couldn’t quite believe it. “Since when does the North Sea have such heroic figures? The only skilled North Sea Prince Consort perished at Andrew’s hands. Who are you, really?”

When masters exchanged blows, a single strike would suffice to gauge the other’s strength.

“I am the vengeful spirit of the North Sea Prince Consort, but you don’t believe me,” Julius Reed spread his hands and sighed. “What happened to trust between people?”

“Bullshit! If you’re a vengeful spirit, this monk will eat dung upside-down!” The Seven Star Arhat regretted his words almost immediately: “Calm yourself, calm!”

Admittedly, that strike from the opponent was strong!

Strong enough that guiding him, once thought effortless, now seemed a task requiring considerable work.

“Fine, I’ll lay it out.” Julius Reed said indifferently, “I stand by my name unchanged. I am Everton Davenport, King of the North Sea!”

“Everton Davenport?” The Seven Star Arhat wavered in doubt.

Though the North Sea had influence, most figures from there were unremarkable.

After the battle of Ivory Bay, those capable of fighting had largely been slain.

Those left behind included a heap of Civilian Officials—masters at arguing, but hardly warriors.

Especially after the recent North Sea turmoil, news spread of both Second Ministers being killed, and even General Whitaker defecting with troops to the enemy side.

Under such internal and external crises, the only pillar of strength—the North Sea Prince Consort—had fallen at Andrew’s hands.

If anyone could fight, it might truly be Everton Davenport.

Yet…

Would the majestic North Sea King truly hide behind a mask, sneaking into Swimming City?

“Correct! The King of a fallen nation, Everton Davenport!” Julius Reed said grandly.

The King of a fallen nation?

Who uses that to describe themselves?

The more the Seven Star Arhat listened, the less sense it made!

But in this moment, there was no time to overthink.

The North Sea’s only known fighter appeared to be Julius Reed himself.

“Great! If this humble monk can guide the North Sea King, it’ll surely be a glorious deed!” The Seven Star Arhat brimmed with excitement!

Nothing could better wash away the West Sea’s shame than slaying the North Sea royalty!

This battle would make his name resound throughout the world!

Forget the Five Mountain Arhats—he would rise to become the senior disciple!

“Kasaya of Demon Suppression!”

The Seven Star Arhat grabbed from the Iron Sword Taoist beside him and tore the Kasaya off with force!

He hurled it forward!

Whoosh!

His Buddha Beads simultaneously snapped apart in his hand!

One by one, the beads flew out, emanating an aura of annihilation as they surged forward!

“Can’t you use some different techniques?” Julius Reed shook his head, sighing. Every time he fought monks from the West Sea, they always ended up breaking their Buddha Beads.

Facing the incoming Kasaya, Julius Reed extended his right hand and flicked his middle finger lightly!

A stream of Nether Fire tore through the air, colliding with the Kasaya!