Legend of Dragon Son-in-law Chapter 2223: Dragon Slayer

"I’m ard, and you’re not, that’s the advantage!" Ilia Danvers punched forward, landing a blow that collided with Trent Marsh’s fist.

In his other hand, he gripped the dragon bone knife and thrust it viciously!

Slap!

Trent Marsh dodged to the side, grabbing Ilia Danvers’s wrist.

"Despicable."

He cursed lightly.

"Haha! An extra inch, an extra power!" Ilia Danvers twisted his body, flinging the dagger away with a backhand.

He took the dagger between his toes, kicking backward!

Trent Marsh dodged again.

Clang!

The dragon bone dagger embedded itself in the wall.

The hard rock shattered into fragnts!

"Co again! Is that all you’ve got?" Trent Marsh kicked out, colliding fiercely with Ilia Danvers!

Boom!

With this collision, both exerted their full strength!

They each stepped back a few paces.

Albeit in opposite directions.

"Neither of us can win or lose, I suggest we continue another day. It’s getting dark, I’m tired," Trent Marsh said calmly, showing no signs of discomfort.

"I agree. We are both top fighters, without an audience, it’s too dull. Shall we schedule another ti for a match?"

Ilia Danvers responded calmly, "You’re a worthy opponent, I take this duel very seriously."

"Alright, it’s settled. Let’s fight another day," Trent Marsh said, turning to leave.

Just as he turned around, he suddenly spun back, throwing a Golden Needle with force!

At the sa mont, Ilia Danvers, who had also turned, spun back, throwing the dagger!

Clang!

In mid-air, the dagger and the Golden Needle collided, bouncing back respectively.

"Haha, just a test." Trent Marsh laughed loudly, then vanished instantly from the spot.

"Puff!"

After just a few steps, he leaned against the wall, spitting out blood.

The old wounds were unhealed, and now there were new injuries.

Since Silvio Reed had said that the Nether Hall wasn’t as the outside world claid, he saw no need to linger here.

Underground.

Ilia Danvers also leaned against the wall, spitting blood.

He sat on the ground in pain, struggling continuously.

Already severely injured and not healed, now things had worsened.

The dragon inside him stirred restlessly, ready to break out of Ilia Danvers’s body, kill the host, and erge from within.

"No! I can’t die!" Ilia Danvers managed to stand up, kneeling on the ground, vomiting continuously.

The yellow liquid increased, the veins on his forehead bulged!

He cried out in extre agony!

"Ugh..." Ilia Danvers’s eyes were filled with unwillingness and anger!

"Damn it, if I hadn’t t a strong enemy just now, you wouldn’t have had a chance."

Yet the dragon inside him seed to respond with even stronger impacts.

"Damn it! I can’t die like this! Thousands of years of planning can’t fail at the last mont!" He reached out, trying to reach the rebounded dragon bone dagger.

But he failed.

"Uh..." The yellow liquid in Ilia Danvers’s mouth wasn’t just dripping anymore, but flowing out like water.

The dragon moved faster inside his eyes, he almost lost control of his body!

"No!" Ilia Danvers sat weakly, his back against the wall, desperation showing in his eyes.

His mouth opened wide, and faintly, a dragon’s head erged from within.

Ilia Danvers’s body convulsed, almost losing the ability to act, watching helplessly as the dragon broke free from his body.

This thod of dragon incubating was very mysterious.

Ilia Danvers’s own body was a dragon egg.

As long as he trapped the dragon inside, the dragon would gradually die, becoming his puppet.

And he himself would beco the true dragon.

The success rate of this thod was extrely low, but once successful, it would be an unparalleled existence.

He had prepared for thousands of years to increase the chances of success.

But he never expected that in the final mont, an accident would occur.

Destiny, perhaps.

Ilia Danvers felt helpless.

The chaos had just begun, and he was already gone.

It was sowhat bleak.

"Alas." Ilia Danvers sighed, acknowledging that he couldn’t fight destiny.

At that mont.

Footsteps approached.

Ilia Danvers opened his mouth wide, the dragon inside started to appear.

A dragon head erged from his mouth.

The body was pushing out too.

"Karen..." Ilia Danvers looked at the newcor, speaking unclearly.

Karen had arrived unexpectedly.

"Go, the dragon will kill you." He spoke with difficulty, but managed to say it.

"I want to ask you sothing, how can my brother Terry Moore survive?" Karen approached, completely ignoring the dragon head, grabbing his neck and shaking him: "Tell ! My brother can’t die!"

"I... am powerless..." Ilia Danvers struggled, realizing it was useless.

Too difficult.

"Tell quickly." Karen shouted loudly.

But it was aningless.

"Speak! Speak up!"

Karen pushed him frantically.

Even as the dragon head shook uncontrollably, the body erged a bit.

"I don’t know." Ilia Danvers said helplessly.

"Fine!" Karen picked up the dragon bone on the ground, standing in front of him.

"Kill ? Alright, make it quick." Ilia Danvers closed his eyes, saying nothing more.

Waiting for death.

Crack!

Karen gripped the dagger, stabbing it fiercely.

Ilia Danvers opened his eyes wide, taking a deep breath!

A dragon’s roar sounded.

The dagger was precisely embedded in the dragon head.

The dragon retreated violently, roaring continuously.

The previously lifeless Ilia Danvers seed energized, swallowing the dragon back directly!

The power surged again!

"Brother, you saved ." Ilia Danvers was surprised that the dragon bone could kill the dragon, he stood up excitedly and grabbed Karen: "Since you saved , I can’t let you die!"

He knocked Karen out with a palm strike, carrying her away quickly.

The dragon retreated.

But it wasn’t dead, though it was close to death.

On the snowy field.

Julius Reed was roasting a fire.

A figure appeared before him.

"Can I have so?" the visitor asked coldly.

"Sure." Julius Reed glanced up, making room for a seat.

"Can I have a bite?" Pruitt Wilde asked again.

"Feel free, and if you want a drink, that’s fine too." Julius Reed took out white liquor, tossing it over.

"Thanks. Soone wants to kill you, I can’t eat for free, I’ll help you with that." Pruitt Wilde disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was holding three heads, tossing them to the ground.

"Mont’s people, they’ve likely been watching you for a while."

He accepted the liquor, grabbing the skewered at, unceremoniously.

"Warrior, what power do you belong to?" Julius Reed masked in disguise, combined with reined-in strength, Pruitt Wilde didn’t think much.

"No power, just an ordinary person." Pruitt Wilde was eating, suddenly looked up, gazing into the distance.

A snowmobile was racing towards them.

He took a bite from the skewered at and sighed, "Can’t even eat a al in peace."