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Chapter 1275: Chapter 1275: Adding Insult to Injury
Members of various martial sects have come to The North Sea to celebrate, participating in the coronation ceremony and the princess’s wedding.
The biggest reason is none other than to witness the Dragon Slayer.
The world has long suffered under the tyranny of Mad Dragon.
Even for well-established sects like Shu Mountain and Skyslaughter Sect, facing Mad Dragon meant consecutive losses and casualties.
With several elders slain, the sects felt disgraced.
Moreover, within a few short days, Mad Dragon wiped out Medicine King Valley and then wreaked havoc at Shadow Gate’s headquarters, terrifying those in the martial world.
Seven Clouds Academy and the name of Mad Dragon reached its pinnacle in an instant!
Many sects that previously paid no attention to Mad Dragon started to take notice of this game-changer.
As for the martial experts, they lived in constant fear, worried they wouldn’t live to see another day’s sun.
But what rises must fall.
As Mad Dragon’s personal reputation soared to new heights, the Dragon Slayer appeared!
Or rather, the Dragon-Slaying Hero.
Mad Dragon, who had never been defeated in battle, was suddenly killed in a fight!
Even without a chance to flee.
This incident naturally led to speculation and doubt.
Devlin and others simply do not believe that Mad Dragon is dead.
They came to The North Sea, not only wishing to attempt to control Everton Davenport but also to investigate the affair for any underhanded trickery.
This was also the intention of Isabella Warm.
However, not many know that Mad Dragon and the Holy Master are one and the same.
Most from the various sects are completely unaware.
What’s most bizarre is that right after news of Mad Dragon’s death spread, Seven Clouds Academy vanished in an instant.
Their temporary headquarters in Gonzalez City’s Five-state International Building was left with only a gold dragon flag they hadn’t managed to take with them.
And a pile of burned documents.
Such strange behavior seemed to confirm Mad Dragon’s death.
But hearing is false, seeing is believing.
Various sects and martial organizations sent envoys to The North Sea royal court to discover the truth.
However—
Having witnessed the Dragon-Slaying Hero kill Arhat of Homicide, it seemed everyone implicitly accepted that Mad Dragon was indeed dead.
Such formidable strength.
Terrifying indeed!
But just at this moment, martial forces of The North Sea surprisingly initiated a palace coup!
Even claiming that the King of The North Sea was Mad Dragon?
Then the Dragon-Slaying Hero...
No one dared to continue the thought.
The original joyful atmosphere suddenly turned tense as if swords were drawn and crossbows cocked!
Red flowers hung on the wall while fresh red blood flowed on the ground.
Many tables were overturned, with fruit and cake scattered everywhere, a complete mess.
"Solaris Grove, you betray The North Sea, and now you initiate a palace coup! A treacherous wretch, I have treated you not without kindness in the past!"
Everton Davenport angrily pointed at Solaris Grove, bellowing, "Speak, are you a spy!"
The death of the Right Minister took him by surprise.
Even now, he has not received any message from the prison warden.
But the images in the video didn’t seem fake.
"You are the spy!" Solaris Grove, with three arrows nocked, shouted angrily: "Mad Dragon, return my foster father’s life!"
Whoosh!
Three arrows flew through the air, shooting straight towards Everton Davenport!
Snap!
Everton Davenport caught the three arrows in his hand.
Then thrust forward fiercely!
The closest martial general from The North Sea had just raised his sword, not yet having the chance to strike, when he was pierced by the arrow.
Falling to the ground, dead.
"I am the distinguished King of The North Sea, who would dare replace me?"
Everton Davenport spread his hands, appearing somewhat agitated: "Solaris Grove, are you still a man! Using such despicable methods to turn them against me!"
"I? I’m not a man..." Solaris Grove’s hand holding the bow couldn’t help but tremble.
His teeth were nearly shattered!
A man?
That was half an hour ago.
Now, perhaps in his mind, he’s still a man, but physically, absolutely not.
"You!"
Everton Davenport almost choked on blood surging to his throat, nearly dying of anger!
The former Great General of The North Sea, to be so shameless?
"Brazen shamelessness!"
He tore open his clothes, revealing the golden dragon on his chest.
"Widen your damn eyes and look carefully! I am Everton Davenport, I am the King of The North Sea! You fools, lay down your weapons, and I may forgive your past actions! But if you remain deluded, I won’t mind renewing The North Sea with fresh blood!"
Everton Davenport was brimming with murderous intent.
"This..."
The North Sea generals, beguiled, were also unsure.
They were only desperate to save the Right Minister, going so far as to bring troops to surround the palace.
Just moments ago, after witnessing the Right Minister’s murder, the generals’ boiling rage had nowhere to vent, so they turned to slay those under the Left Minister.
Now, they were taken aback by the golden dragon on Everton Davenport’s chest.
The generals were at a loss.
Meanwhile, Solaris Grove was also stunned.
The technique to tattoo a golden dragon in The North Sea was extremely complex, practiced only by the top artisans within the palace.
Royal dragon tattoos like the one on the emperor’s body were even more exclusive, etched by the previous emperor’s hand – impossible for others to replicate!
Watching the lifelike dragon head tattoo on Everton Davenport’s chest, Solaris Grove blinked, slightly dazed.
Was Devlin deceiving him?
But logically, it all made sense!
If Everton Davenport wasn’t Mad Dragon, how could he have taken both the Left and Right Ministers prisoner?
Self-sabotage one’s martial arts?
"Brothers! We’ve committed treason by leading troops in revolt; we are already on a path of no return! Now that the Right Minister is dead, let us exterminate the Left Minister’s faction, and then follow the Right Minister below!"
A loud roar by someone, and the North Sea generals collectively drew their swords.
"Revenge!"
"Kill!"
Flashes of swords and shadows of blades.
In an instant, the palace was filled with civilian officials lying dead in pools of blood.
While Solaris Grove leaned against the doorway, completely lost in confusion.
With the Right Minister dead, he had lost his last faith.
Further burdened by the charge of treason, it was highly likely Solaris Grove wouldn’t be able to leave the palace alive.
He was unwilling to accept this!
Was he really going to die like this?
Without clarity, without understanding.
His revenge was yet to be sought!
"I refuse to accept this!"
His fists clenched, his bow and arrows fallen to the ground.
"Do you wish for revenge?"
A voice, unanticipated, rang beside his ear.
"Who is it!"
Solaris Grove turned around but saw no one.
"Go to Star City, to the Seven Clouds Group. There, someone will guide you to your revenge."
The voice sounded as if from thin air, its source utterly indiscernible. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
"Who are you!"
Solaris Grove felt a chill!
How formidable was the person’s strength, for him not to detect their presence at all?
The perception of an archer far exceeded that of ordinary people.
"If you don’t leave now, you’ll undoubtedly die."
After those words, the voice was no more.
"Alright!"
After a brief moment of hesitation, Solaris Grove eyed the chaotic scene within the palace and seized the opportunity to flee!
Star City!
Seven Clouds Group!
As he dashed to the gates of the heavenly palace, he looked back at the grand hall.
When he returned, he would be a warrior of vengeance!
Solaris Grove had left his youth in The North Sea’s heavenly palace, his very lifeblood.
In the end, it was all for naught.
"I will definitely come back!"
He donned the parachute, closing his eyes!
And with a leap!
But just at that moment.
Swoosh!
The sound of a dart.
Devlin aimed at the parachute and fired a dart.
"Indeed, useless when it matters!"
Having said that, he put away his gun and disappeared into the darkness.
Meanwhile, within the grand hall, the carnage was reaching its climax.
Everton Davenport, like a furious lion, ceaselessly executed the traitors!
The red carpeting was stained with a layer of blood.
"Who would have thought, the noble ruler of The North Sea’s imperial court would actually be Mad Dragon in disguise!"
The sudden remark by Okello Yarrow, of the Arhat sect, instantly plunged the grand hall into silence.
