Legend of Dragon Son-in-law Chapter 1472: 1472: 9-Day Thorn

Chapter 1472: Chapter 1472: 9-Day Thorn

Hatred can easily rob a person of their sanity.

Micah didn’t want to live a disgraceful life.

He had spent his whole life as a Vein Holder, indulging in luxury with three wives and multiple concubines.

Yet now, he was as wretched as a dog, controlled by others.

Faced with the hopelessness of reviving the Micah Will lineage, he’d rather choose death.

He didn’t want to live every day in fear, struggling with hunger and cold, fleeing for his life.

Besides, the location of the Nine Heavens Dagger’s hiding place was known only to him.

If Micah died, the secret would sink into oblivion, and the Nine Heavens Dagger might disappear for countless years.

Perhaps it would never see the light of day again.

Even in death, he would take this secret with him!

Micah wanted to make those who sought the Nine Heavens Dagger despair!

The Seven Veins, seven unique weapons, each indispensable.

The other six Veins carried their weapons with them at all tis; after all, they were Divine Artifacts of unparalleled power!

But Micah chose a different path.

He used the unique techniques of the Micah Will lineage—Formation and Feng Shui—to seal the Nine Heavens Dagger in a hidden location.

Aside from Micah himself, no one could even find a trace of it.

But now!

Micah could no longer endure.

He hated!

He hated Jace Will!

If possible, he would choose to perish together!

A hundred ters felt endlessly long.

Jace Will, his legs completely shattered, overwheld by terror, was physically drained and unable to keep going.

Every few ters, he had to stop and gasp heavily for air.

And while Micah still had a sturdy fra, excessive blood loss left him weak like an old man past his pri.

A re hundred ters, yet the two labored slowly and arduously as they crawled.

Jace Will wanted to survive!

Micah wanted to kill!

Once a father and son, now mortal enemies at each other’s throats in this warehouse!

One sought murder, the other sought life.

Clearly, the energy one unleashed in pursuit of survival outweighed both physically and ntally the drive to kill.

Jace Will gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his limits, finally reaching within ten ters of the weapon box.

Micah, on the other hand, aged and weakened, though formidable in his pri, found himself twenty ters away from the weapon box that could bring him vengeance—his legs crippled, his blood depleted.

Micah despaired.

Suddenly.

The warehouse’s large screen began playing a video.

It was footage secretly fild by Julius Reed’s n after infiltrating Micah Will’s domain once Micah was ousted.

On the screen, Micah’s most beloved woman, Rhidian, was ruthlessly killed by Jace Will with a single sword strike!

“No!”

Micah’s eyes widened in rage, crawling furiously toward the weapon box!

He ignored the pain, ignored his exhaustion, pressing forward as though fueled by sudden vitality!

Yet ultimately, he was still three ters short!

Jace Will seized the weapon box, laughing madly!

“Old man! Thank you. Your life buys the ticket out of here.” He laughed recklessly, aiming the weapon box at his own father!

“I agree!”

Micah roared!

“What?”

Jace Will froze.

Agree to what?

Agree to die?

What a joke—he had the weapon box in his hands! Whether Micah lived or died was entirely within Jace Will’s control!

Why would he need Micah’s agreent?

But suddenly!

Jace Will felt his body lift off—it was as though he were floating, pulled into the air!

The weapon box dropped to the ground.

“What’s happening?” Jace Will roared. “I clearly won, why was I just hoisted up? Who’s there? Co out!”

Seeing victory within his grasp yet finding himself suspended, Jace Will’s psychological state crumbled completely.

As his words echoed.

The warehouse door swung open.

Two Martial Artists carried an utterly fatigued Micah out of the warehouse, leaving Jace Will alone, screaming furiously in mid-air.

“Tell , where is it?” Julius Reed, dressed entirely in black and wearing a mask, stood before Micah: “If you help , I’ll let you kill Jace Will and restore you to the Micah Will throne.”

“Are you certain?” Micah’s once dull eyes suddenly glead with a sharp light.

“Of course, I’m capable of doing so.”

Julius Reed calmly said, folding his hands across his chest: “The fact that I could capture both you and your son shows my ability. As for reinstating you as the Vein Holder, it only requires two conditions. First, kill Jace Will. Second, appoint n to clean up your domain.”

Micah hesitated, but he felt tempted.

The Nine Heavens Dagger was but an inanimate object; it held no inherent value.

If it could be exchanged for his forr glory, he would consider the trade.

“How can I trust you?” Micah’s murky eyes suddenly flashed with piercing clarity!

Nobody voluntarily wished for death.

Unless life was worse than death!

If he could reclaim his position as the Micah Will Vein Holder, regain control, and enjoy wealth once more, why would he choose death?

To et so West Sea deity?

To prove the North Sea’s dark truth?

Or to emulate Julius Reed and kneel in pursuit of death?

But Micah needed assurance!

If the Nine Heavens Dagger fell into the opposition’s hands and they walked away, he would lose everything!

Micah couldn’t deny he was being persuaded.

Temptation filled him.

“I can swear.” Julius Reed raised his hand and softly said: “If I, Elaenor Wood, break my promise, may I face the most poisonous curse in the world! May my soul rot in hell and reincarnate as a dog.”

“Alright!” Micah, after a mont of deliberation, spoke: “‘Nine Heavens Dagger’ is beneath the chassis of my personal car. Among the chanisms is a gear, and that gear is the Nine Heavens Dagger.”

“Fine. If you’re not lying, by dawn, you will once again lead the Micah Will family.”

Julius Reed signaled for the Young Family Martial Artists to search for Micah’s car.

It’s natural for a personal vehicle to follow one everywhere, a mobile possession.

Indeed, the old fox was quite cunning.

Half an hour later, several Young Family Martial Artists brought back a gear about half a ter in diater and two milliters thick, presenting it before Julius Reed.

“Is this it?” Julius Reed held the gear in his hand.

Heavy.

Solid.

He applied slight force, but the gear showed no sign of bending.

Thin, yet incomparably sturdy.

“Logically, this is it. Over centuries, no one rembers exactly what the Nine Heavens Dagger looks like.” Gabriel Young added uncertainly.

“But Andrew once said that Pendleton, the Alliance Hierarch, t his demise due to the Nine Heavens Dagger. Still, this gear doesn’t appear to match that description.” Julius Reed carefully examined it. If it were truly a treasure, it wouldn’t seem so ordinary.

“According to ancestral records, the Nine Heavens Dagger is indeed a gear.” Gabriel Young pondered and nodded: “It can’t be wrong.”

“If so, let the old Micah take care of his own matters.” Julius Reed pulled out a weapon box from his waist and handed it to one of the Young Family Martial Artists: “Give this to Micah.”

“Are you sure you’re really letting him return?” Gabriel Young asked in surprise: “Letting a tiger return to the mountain cos with endless consequences! You might believe a crippled man poses no threat, but he could very well be the straw that breaks the cal’s back.”

“Who told you I’d let him go?” Julius Reed raised his brow: “That was Elaenor Wood’s idea, not mine.”

Inside the warehouse.

Micah clutched the weapon box, aiming it at Jace Will.

“You cheated! You’re dishonest!” Jace Will scread in terror.

“Father, I’m your own flesh and blood! Even tigers don’t eat their cubs—spare this once, and I promise to honor you!” Jace Will begged in pain: “Give a chance…”

“Who ever gave a chance?” Micah sighed, sitting in his wheelchair, staring at his crippled legs.

Then, he raised the weapon box!

Whoosh!

The first weapon box.

Jace Will took a shot to the center of his brow.

But it seed insufficient to vent Micah’s fury; he activated the second weapon box.

The dart, however, shot out from the rear.

Clang.

The weapon box fell to the ground.

Dripping with blood.