Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1548: Chapter 1548 Confrontation

Demarco Mount.

Front Hall!

Usually, this is the place to receive foreign guests.

But now, the front hall has become the venue for meetings.

Since Cold Nelson became the Holy Master.

For the first time, he held an important meeting here as Holy Master!

Previous meetings were internal discussions among the higher-ups.

Having no relation to the people below.

But today, all members of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, as long as they have a status, even small leaders, can attend!

The entire Demarco Mount, for four years, it’s the first time there’s been such a grand occasion!

Everyone is quite excited.

Many people want to know what the new Holy Master plans to talk about at his first important meeting.

Rumors are flying outside.

Especially recently, the Sealing Dragon Platform actually emitted sky-high flames!

This is the mark of the old Holy Master!

How will Demarco Mount respond?

The heavier news is that a large number of immortals appeared in a mountain range outside Swimming City.

They can’t be killed, and they’re sweeping through the martial arts world like a storm!

They seem to be challenging the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

As the common ruler of the world, the unrivaled overlord of the martial arts world!

How will the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance handle this?

Everyone wants to know the answer.

Front Hall!

Cold Nelson in a dragon robe, sits on the throne!

Looking down at 713 people!

These 713 people are all elites of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!

They are the stewards of their respective departments!

The enormous Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance needs tens of thousands of civilian officials to operate!

As for martial power, it’s actually not much.

Firstly!

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance governs all alliances under heaven.

Many tribes, many sub-alliances, are its vassals.

At its command!

These sub-alliances will deploy all their forces to support the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.

Secondly!

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance has the Wolf Cavalry!

Although they haven’t gained control over the Wolf Cavalry yet.

But in the past, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance only needed the Wolf Cavalry to sweep the world!

Yet martial artists within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance number less than eight thousand!

These eight thousand are all elite!

Relying on these martial artists, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance can accomplish its defense, patrolling, diplomatic missions, and security work.

While civilian officials need to handle affairs of all alliances under heaven, naturally more than military officials.

"What time is it?" Cold Nelson sitting on the throne, softly asked.

"Holy Master, it’s November 7, 2020, at 11 PM." An attendant beside him responded.

The time at Demarco Mount is different from the outside world.

They have their own independent timing system.

Under normal circumstances, the time is the same, but the date differs greatly.

At this moment in the outside world, Swimming City is still in summer.

But here in the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, it’s already November.

On the summit, snow fell last night.

Demarco Mount, different from the secular world, sets their time according to summit climate changes.

"11 PM, let the meeting begin." Cold Nelson nodded slightly, speaking softly.

"May the Holy Master’s longevity be boundless!"

Below!

Civilian and military officials kneel in unison.

Among them, the two Grand Inspectors, Dashiell Everhart and Jonathan Moore, despite being unwilling, still kneel on the ground like the others.

Just puppets.

Both have eyes full of disdain.

How many more days can remain?

In danger of morning and evening.

Kneeling implies loss of face.

Yet ultimately, Cold Nelson is the puppet supported by these few.

If they don’t kneel, facing everyone, it would be hard to justify.

"Where is the True King of the Military Department?" Cold Nelson gently pulled his hand back into the sleeve.

Concealing the scar on his wrist.

No one noticed his eyes were starting to turn white.

Even his skin was somewhat ghastly pale.

Night!

There are lights!

Under the light, few notice these details.

Cold Nelson’s body slightly trembled, feeling somewhat cold.

Indeed, the price of immortality is quite substantial.

But he has no regrets!

He needs this power!

"The True King of the Military Department took Demarco Mount’s martial artists to the West Sea. According to the time..." Jonathan Moore glanced at his wrist: "They should be back."

"Does he not know there’s a meeting?" Cold Nelson leaned forward, coldly said: "Or did no one inform him?"

"Send people! Drag out the civilian official responsible for informing and execute them!"

At his command, two guards immediately stepped out, reaching the chief civilian official responsible for notifying Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s affairs.

"Holy Master! I informed him! I really did!" The civilian official turned pale with fear, shouting aloud: "Please, Holy Master, discern!"

"Informed him?"

Cold Nelson coldly said: "Why didn’t the True King of the Military Department come then?"

"Perhaps... on the road." Dashiell Everhart frowned slightly.

Does this mere puppet really take himself seriously?

Given the current situation, it’s estimated that in half a month, Cold Nelson would be replaced!

Achieving the first abdication in the history of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!

Passing the position to the True King of the Military Department!

After all, in terms of rights, within Demarco Mount, the True King of the Military Department holds the most!

The past Holy Master had the Wolf Cavalry, but Cold Nelson doesn’t.

He has no power.

Except for his fists.

Boom!

At this moment.

The door of the front hall was kicked open!

The True King of the Military Department, covered in blood, drunkenly entered the front hall.

"Brothers! Guess what I’m holding in my hand?" Seamus Somerset laughed, his figure swaying unsteadily.

Within the front hall.

Everyone is kneeling.

Except for Cold Nelson and Seamus Somerset.

The two face each other, one above, one below, one sitting, one standing.

"This is the head of West Sea Arhat! I destroyed West Sea and chopped off two West Sea Arhat’s heads! Just that West Sea’s deity isn’t here, I’m slightly disappointed!"

Seamus Somerset’s face was flushed, reeking of alcohol, seemingly drank quite a bit.

In such a solemn occasion.

Very inappropriate.

"Seamus Somerset!" Cold Nelson suddenly stood, pointing at the drunken True King of the Military Department, shouted: "You’re late!"

"Huh?" Seamus Somerset frowned slightly, suddenly laughed: "Just a bit late, let’s start the meeting now."

He threw the two heads to the ground: "Our Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance has a great victory, a banquet tonight to celebrate!"

"Seamus Somerset! The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance is having a meeting, you’re late, making a ruckus, drinking! In your eyes, is there no Holy Master?" Cold Nelson stepped forward coldly speaking: "What should be the punishment according to law? Judiciary Order, what do you say!"

"This..." Below, an elderly man shivered violently.

He is the Judiciary Order.

Responsible for Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance regulations.

But now facing the True King of the Military Department!

How does Judiciary Order dare to speak?

Tired of living?

"Speak! What are you afraid of!" Cold Nelson stepped forward again.

"Let me say!" Seamus Somerset frowned slightly, with disdain on his face: "Respectively, kill! Kill! Kill! But what does it matter? I’m fighting for the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance!"

Having annihilated the West Sea, avenging his brother, Seamus Somerset barely had any interest, yet it all disappeared!

"Send people! Drag out, execute them!" Cold Nelson roared!

But below.

No one dared to move.

Dashiell Everhart and Jonathan Moore raised their eyebrows looking at Cold Nelson, not understanding what kind of wrong medicine this puppet took today.

To tear face with Seamus Somerset?

Does he have a death wish?

"Haha!" Seamus Somerset was first stunned, then pointed at Cold Nelson, laughing: "Who dares to kill me?"

The guards are all his men!

And Cold Nelson, isolated and helpless!

Within the grand hall, a silence fell.

Civilian and military officials buried their heads, not daring to make a sound.

"I dare!"

After a brief silence!

Cold Nelson turned around drawing his sword, striding forward!noveldrama