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Chapter 1229: Chapter 1229: Mad Dragon Died
A flag tore through the air.
The hotel glass shattered upon impact!
Amidst the cascade of fragmented glass, Julius Reed stood in the middle of Zephyr Hotel’s lobby, holding the Medicine King Valley flag.
In front of him, Elaenor Wood was having breakfast with Zain Ellsworth.
But now, Elaenor Wood paused, looked up at Julius Reed.
The porridge was full of broken glass.
It was not edible anymore.
Zain Ellsworth also set down his utensils, stood up from his seat, and moved behind Elaenor Wood.
In the distance,
the Right Minister and others held their breath in focus, their eyes fixed on the inside of the hotel.
Even the passersby outside stopped in their tracks, staring intently inside.
Someone dared to barge into Zephyr Hotel by car?
That was a property of the Donovan Family!
The Donovan Family was the local elite.
Provoking the Donovan Family spelled disaster.
The townspeople wanted to see who was bold enough to wreak havoc in Zephyr Hotel.
The Right Minister was also surprised.
"Did he just... go in like that?"
He had thought the adversary would resort to assassination or stealth attacks.
After all, given that Mad Dragon had a formidable reputation and had massacred thousands at Shadow Gate and Medicine King Valley, he certainly had capabilities.
But he never imagined that the adversary would be so ostentatious!
Driving straight in, boldly storming into the hotel.
Arrogant?
Just because someone has a luxury car, they think they can do whatever they want?
Crack!
The Right Minister picked up an apple and bit into it fiercely.
Sweet and delicious.
But it felt tasteless in his mouth.
Solaris Grove was staring intently at the hotel, his hand holding the Longsword already sweating.
Inside the hotel.
"Has he come?"
Elaenor Wood picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth.
"He has!"
Julius Reed, holding the Medicine King Valley flag, replied coldly.
"You shouldn’t have come."
Elaenor Wood stood up, pulling out a white paper fan.
"I’m already here."
Julius Reed remained cold.
"Ah."
Swoosh!
Elaenor Wood gestured with her hand, unfurling the white paper fan.
Zain Ellsworth reluctantly took out a Golden Dragon Devouring Sun Flag.
And stood behind her.
This was the enemy’s symbol!
Last night, Julius Reed had delivered the Great Zhou Night Blade and the Golden Dragon Devouring Sun Flag, instructing Elaenor Wood to make it look convincing.
Frustrated!
Watching the enemy holding the Medicine King Valley flag, Zain Ellsworth felt like his chest was about to explode!
But he was helpless!
He could only endure.
"Sword comes."
Elaenor Wood put away the white paper fan, her right hand grasping out of thin air!
Crack!
The hotel wall instantly exploded!
A Longsword emitting a golden glow broke through the wall!
And landed in her hand.
"It really is Mad Dragon!"
The Right Minister exclaimed, "Golden Dragon Devouring Sun Flag, Great Zhou Night Blade! Who would have thought that Mad Dragon’s true face would be like this."
"Completely different from the brutal image envisioned, he even has a hint of devilish charm in his handsomeness!"
"But why does he wear a mask? Is it only so that others will treat him as a villain?"
Initially, The North Sea warriors weren’t completely sure if the man was Mad Dragon.
After all, that was only Medicine King Valley remnants’ word.
But as soon as the Great Zhou Night Blade appeared!
Everyone believed that Mad Dragon was indeed sitting in the hotel.
Solaris Grove clutched the Longsword in his hands, his breathing becoming more frantic!
He wished for Mad Dragon to die!
He also wished for the remnants of Medicine King Valley to die!
Preferably.
Both perish together!
"Should we take action?"
Inside the hotel, Julius Reed holding the Medicine King Valley flag, shouted, "Mad Dragon, you massacred my Medicine King Valley brethren, today I will avenge my fallen brothers!"
Having said that, he fiercely smashed the flagpole down!
Crack!
The tremendous force caused the crystal dining table to split into pieces.
Elaenor Wood, on the other hand, dodged back, wielding the sword with one hand.
The hardest to bear was Zain Ellsworth.
This Supreme Elder of Medicine King Valley watched helplessly as the man who massacred Medicine King Valley stood right before him!
The murderer shouting about avenging himself was indeed the greatest irony!
"I can’t believe there’s still a survivor from Medicine King Valley!" Elaenor Wood raised an eyebrow and said, "But looking at your tender skin, if you stay and serve me, I might spare your life."
After these words, Julius Reed’s face instantly turned ugly!
Disgusting himself!
Yet he couldn’t retort!
He was now truly like a mute who eats bitterness, unable to voice his suffering!
A trace of triumph briefly crossed Zain Ellsworth’s face.
Pleasing!
But when these words reached the ears of the people of The North Sea, they took a different flavor.
"Mad Dragon likes men?"
The warrior from The North Sea looked somewhat green.
He suppressed his disgust and spit emphatically on the ground!
"No wonder he’s full of evil energy, like a sissy! Turns out he fancies this sort of thing!"
"Ptui!"
Not just him, but the expressions of several people from The North Sea changed as well.
"Who would have thought, the famous Mad Dragon actually likes this. Indeed, appearances can be deceitful," the Right Minister said with a bit of nausea.
It was hard to imagine, the awe-inspiring madman who challenged sects actually favored men...
"If Mad Dragon is killed, it would indeed mark his dismal end."
Solaris Grove hummed softly.
Such earth-shattering news was bound to spread throughout the martial world.
Sure enough.
There were already warriors from The North Sea spreading this sensational news.
"Your life is forfeit!"
Julius Reed was also furious!
Wasn’t this an insult?
"I know you fancy Nelson, no need to disgust me like this!"
He shouted loudly.
"Nelson is just a facade, nothing more than a cover for my true intentions. But, I do quite fancy you," Elaenor Wood said as he held up the Golden Dragon Sword, a smile playing across his face toward Julius.
He was inherently full of malevolent energy!
Now, speaking such words, he appeared even more flirtatious.
"Eat my dart!"
Julius Reed’s face was lined with frustration!
He swung the large flag in his hand, colliding with Elaenor Wood!
Cling!
Sparks flew.
Elaenor Wood’s sword cleaved through the air!
Boom!
The ceiling of Zephyr Hotel shattered.
"Playing for real?"
Julius Reed moved his lips, but made no sound.
"Let’s have a good fight," Elaenor Wood responded similarly with his mouth shape.
"Damned foe, meet your death!"
Stabilizing the turbulent emotions inside him, Julius Reed’s flag spun non-stop!
Huge waves of wind spread rapidly from his body!
And Elaenor Wood, single-handedly wielding the sword, arrived like a broken space!
Crack!
The entire Golden Dragon Sword was covered in extreme frost, turning a deep blue!
Boom!
When the flagpole collided with the Golden Dragon Sword, the air seemed to solidify.
Waves of cold wind spread out from the hotel.
The hotel lobby began to freeze.
Bit by bit, bit by bit.
Julius Reed along with his flag, turned into an ice sculpture.
And Elaenor Wood’s long sword was perfectly positioned against the flagpole.
"So strong!"
The Right Minister’s half-eaten apple fell to the ground: "I had heard the Mad Dragon was unmatched in bravery, and seeing him today proves it!"
"No wonder, I am no match," Solaris Grove expressed dejection in his eyes.
Too strong!
"Right Minister, if you intervened, could you win?" a warrior from The North Sea asked aloud.
Even standing at the hotel’s doorstep, at a fruit stall thirty meters away!
They could still feel the bone-chilling cold.
Too chilling!
"No—"
Suddenly, the Right Minister’s pupils shrunk!
Crack!
No sooner had he spoken!
The ice on Julius Reed exploded!
The flagpole thrust forward fiercely!
Swoosh!
Elaenor Wood, unprepared, slammed straight into the wall.
In his haste, he was betrayed by his own skills, turned into an ice sculpture!
"Mad Dragon, meet your end!"
Julius Reed smashed down with his pole!
Crash!
The ice sculpture shattered.
Turning into fragments.
Puff!
Seemingly injured internally, Julius Reed took a step back, spewing out fresh blood.
He knelt on one knee.
