Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 804 - One Man, One Gun
Chapter 804: Chapter 804: One Man, One Gun
Chapter 804 -804: One Man, One Gun
In the night sky!
A figure leaped from the seventeenth floor!
Hades’ spear left trails of sparks on the high-rise walls!
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On this quiet night, it was like a meteor!
Strikingly dazzling!
He was clad in a suit of blood-red skeletal armor, with a cape fluttering behind him!
Whoosh!
The instant he landed!
He left a deep crater on the ground!
Then, like a cheetah, he sprinted off!
In the air, only afterimages could be seen!
“Chase!”
At the same time.
Downstairs of the bar.
Three sedans sped off, pursuing him.
About ten minutes later.
Hades, with a spear in one hand, appeared on a road ten kilometers away from the bar.
All was silent.
A lone man with a spear, standing in the middle of the road.
This place used to be a crematorium.
After it was demolished, hardly anyone came here.
Now it was night, even more silent.
The wind, sweeping through the grass and trees.
Bringing the rustling sound of leaves.
Hades slowly raised his head, watching the three sedans speeding towards him from afar!
A smile appeared on his silver-gray face.
Him, in his blood-red skeletal armor, looked incredibly striking in the deep night.
The wind breezed by, his cape slowly fluttering.
The spear’s tip, glinting with a blue light.
The cars…
Were getting closer.
The headlights, growing more and more dazzling.
The sedans accelerated to over a hundred miles per hour, heading straight for Hades who stood in the road’s center!
If hit, death was certain!
“Run him over!”
In the passenger seat of the middle sedan, a young man’s eyes were filled with intense coldness.
The distance, getting closer.
One kilometer!
Seven hundred meters!
Five hundred meters!
The headlights had completely lit up the area!
Hades stood in the middle of the road, his blue eyes slightly squinted.
His right hand gripping the spear was slowly lifting it higher.
Until, it was above his head.
Three hundred meters!
Two hundred meters!
One hundred meters!
Under the bright headlamps, the blue light on the spear grew more blinding!
Fifty meters!
The cars were almost upon him!
Hades’ hand holding the spear reached back ever so slightly.
Then!
He hurled it with force!
“Whoosh!”
A sharp sound of cleaving the air.
Echoed through the night!
Boom!
In front of Hades.
There was a loud explosion.
Deafening!
The next moment!
Two sedans whizzed past him.
The intense blast of air made the blood-red cloak lift!
Less than thirty meters from Hades—
A sedan was ablaze with roaring flames!
The front of the car was speared onto the road!
The extreme impact nearly tore the sedan in half.
The person inside was dead.
Tap…
Tap…
Tap…
The road was quiet once more.
Hades stepped forward, walking towards the burning sedan.
“Disciple!”
In the distance.
Two sedans stopped.
Six people got out.
Looking at the exploded vehicle, their voices filled with grief and despair.
Ssshh!
Without minding the opponents behind.
Hades approached the sedan and forcefully pulled the spear out!
Even under the sedan’s violent impact, the spear hadn’t deformed at all.
Not even a scratch was left.
“Hades!
Today, this will be your burial ground!”
At Willson Pavilion, Jerrin Fairbanks roared in anger.
His disciple was in that exploded car.
His proudest disciple!
But now…
Dead in his twenties, at the hands of Hades’ employee.
“Your Willson Pavilion…”
Hades turned around, holding the long spear upside down, and looked at the six people before him, “Unless Amadeus Fairbanks comes in person…
otherwise, it’s no different from a suicide mission.”
Hiss!
He took steps towards the six people.
The tip of the long spear scraped along the asphalt road, leaving a trail of sparks.
“Arrogant!
I, the Pavilion Master of Willson Pavilion, would never stoop to personally deal with the likes of you trivial night scoundrels!”
Jerrin Fairbanks drew a longsword from his waist, his eyes bloodshot.
After receiving the intelligence, he had led his men in pursuit!
But no matter what, he had never expected.
That Deep Cold would dispatch Hades, who had been confined for three years!
Hades…
A veteran War God!
The battle with Brysen Beaumont back in the day made even Amadeus Fairbanks himself could not help but praise.
According to rumors—
The first thing Hades did upon entering Deep Cold was to kill a Marshal.
The reason was…
There was no vacancy for the Marshal’s position.
“Whoever disagrees, feel free to come and kill me.”
This was the most widely circulated saying of Hades in Deep Cold.
Now, facing such a devilish character, Jerrin Fairbanks naturally felt turbulent inside.
But with long spear clashed against steel blade, there was simply no room left.
“If only the Marshal had allowed me to act sooner, you all…
would already be cold corpses.”
Hades drew closer and closer, a blood-red cloak fluttering behind him.
In the darkness of the night, he was like a killing god!
“Attack!
Kill him, and the Pavilion Master will reward you handsomely!”
Jerrin Fairbanks wielded his longsword, his eyes seething with endless hatred.
The two sides had been at war for over half a year, with deep-seated enmity!
In today’s battle, only one group could survive!
The six people split into two groups, surrounding Hades.
In the darkness, seven figures gradually interwove.
Hades maintained a steady pace, each step precisely one second apart.
“Die!”
An elder of Willson Pavilion leaped into the air!
The long blade in his hand shimmered with a chilling light!
Clang!
Splurch!
Hades thrust out his spear, piercing directly through his body!
Then he continued to walk forward.
“This…”
The death of the first elder left the remaining five stunned in place.
Behind them, a chilling cold emerged!
It’s known, the fallen elder was extraordinary in terms of skill within Willson Pavilion!
They had only heard of Hades’ brutality before today.
Only upon encountering him did they realize what the two words ‘Hades’ truly meant.
The Reaper!
“Attack!”
Jerrin Fairbanks clenched his teeth and, determined, charged forward!
Five figures shot out like lightning!
Clang!
Clang!
Two sparks flew.
Two more bodies lay on the ground.
Hiss!
Hades, expressionless, dragged his long spear behind him, advancing step by step toward Jerrin Fairbanks.
His footsteps had never stopped for even half a second from beginning to end.
The tip of his spear hadn’t been stained with a single drop of blood.
As clean as when it started.
“Quick!
Go tell the Dragon King!”
Jerrin Fairbanks turned around, eyes red, and looked at a young disciple behind him, “You must tell the Dragon King!
Hades…
has come.”
“No!
Master!
I am not one to fear death and covet life!”
The young disciple’s gaze was resolute!
Even faced with Hades, even after three of his uncles had died!
His eyes still shone with determination.
“To die, one must die with value!”
Jerrin Fairbanks hugged his young disciple, “Tell the Dragon King to avenge us!
If you die too, how will the Dragon King know that Deep Cold has infiltrated the capital?”
“But…”
“Go!”
Jerrin Fairbanks, holding his longsword, took a step towards Hades!
His heart was set on death!
“Master, goodbye!”
The young man said and immediately rushed to the carriage, speeding away into the distance.
The moment he left.
Hades narrowed his eyes, slowly lifting the long spear in his hand.
“Slater Michael!
Be careful!”
An elder soared into the air!
Clang!
The pale blue long spear shattered the steel blade, pierced through the elder’s body, and fell with a whoosh!
Boom!
A flash of fire lit up.
In the distance.
The car erupted into a ball of flame, illumining the dark.
“I…
won’t kill you first.”
As soon as the words fell, Hades instantly appeared in front of Jerrin Fairbanks.
Crack!
He crushed the longsword.
The next moment.
He dragged Jerrin Fairbanks, walking slowly towards the burning car.
He pulled out the long spear!
