Chapter 1294: Chapter 1294: Dragon Slaying Bay

“Mr. Nathanael Warm?”

Hearing this name, the voice on the other end of the phone asked, “Isn’t Mr. Nathanael Warm dead?”

“Mr. Warm…”

Before the Chief of Deep Cold could finish speaking, the phone was suddenly snatched away.

“Mr. Nathanael Warm is indeed dead, but a new Mr. Nathanael Warm has appeared.”

Unknowingly, just moments ago, Nathanael Warm, who had been dozens of meters away from the Chief of Deep Cold, suddenly appeared in front of him and grabbed the phone.

“You are…”

The sudden turn of events took the person on the phone by surprise.

“Sea Sword Demon.” Nathanael Warm’s indifferent voice conveyed no emotion, “Ask Marshal to take the phone.”

“One moment.”

After a brief hesitation, a response came from the other end of the phone.

As a strong figure in the martial world, Nathanael Warm’s name was widely known.

The person on the phone didn’t dare to delay and immediately went to notify.

After one minute, Marshal’s voice came from the phone.

“Mr. Warm?”

“Indeed! It is I.” Nathanael Warm spoke expressionlessly, “I intend to kill the Consort of The North Sea.”

“Why?” The Marshal was curious upon hearing this, “Mr. Warm has no feud with the Consort of The North Sea, why kill him? Forgive my impertinence, but the inner ranks of Deep Cold believe you are an accomplice.”

“I need no reason to act.” Nathanael Warm’s tone was cold as ice, “The Consort of The North Sea is sure to die. No one can stop me, including you.”

Crack!

As soon as these words fell, the mobile phone turned to dust and dispersed with the wind.

At the same time, a thousand miles away in the headquarters castle of Deep Cold.

Marshal was sitting inside the conference room, looking puzzled at the masked man in front of him, “Mr. Devlin, are you familiar with Mr. Nathanael Warm?”

In the spacious conference room sat several core members of Deep Cold, along with Devlin and a monk.

The monk was dressed in a black Kasaya, holding a string of dark Buddha Beads in his hand.

Even his lips and the circles around his eyes were black.

At first glance, it gave a particularly terrifying impression.

“Mr. Nathanael Warm?”

Upon hearing the name of Chandler Swordman, Devlin leaned back in his chair, resting his chin on his hand and said, “This man’s wife was killed by Mad Dragon. Afterward, he sought revenge several times, all ending in failure, and his whereabouts remain unknown till now. What do you want with him?”

“Mr. Nathanael Warm now claims to be the Sea Sword Demon and has appeared on our southern defense line, declaring he will kill the Consort of The North Sea,” Marshal spoke with a hint of worry in his voice, “I’m unclear on Mr. Nathanael Warm’s stand. If he’s an ally of the Consort of The North Sea…”

“Otherwise, shall this humble monk head south and convert them all?” The previously silent Arhat of Homicide suddenly spoke up, “How dare anyone targeted by West Sea try to compete with us?”

Saying this, Arhat of Homicide stood up.

“Arhat, hold on!”

Just as Devlin reached out to stop him, with a swift turn, Arhat of Homicide’s fingertip stopped less than half a centimeter from Devlin’s forehead.

“Arhat, listen to me first…”

Devlin broke into a cold sweat!

Even without touching, a wound still appeared on his forehead, oozing a small amount of blood.

Even Marshal next to him was taken aback.

The monk’s strength was simply too terrifying!

“Give me a reason. Otherwise, I’ll send you to the Western Paradise.” Arhat of Homicide spoke with an expressionless face.

The style of West Sea was always domineering!

From the divine Buddha of West Sea to the lowliest believer, they all held strong to one belief:

There’s no issue under the heavens that cannot be solved by killing.

Luckily, Devlin was already accustomed to this.

He calmed himself down and managed to force a slight smile, “How mighty is the Arhat of Homicide, yet still wasn’t he defeated by the Consort of The North Sea? Mr. Nathanael Warm is but cannon fodder.”

“That makes sense.” The once murderous Arhat of Homicide suddenly chuckled and sat back down.

As if nothing had happened.

A fearful atmosphere pervaded the entire conference room.

It was the first time the members of Deep Cold had seen such an unpredictable and extraordinary expert, and they were too frightened to speak.

“Any news on the movement of The North Sea?”

Marshal broke the silence.

“It will be six more hours before The North Sea reaches the southern border.”

Devlin glanced at his watch and spoke out, “And from the southern border to the headquarters fortress, there is a thousand kilometers.”

“I will immediately prepare for battle.” After a short silence, Marshal stood up.

Even with the aid of the West Sea, he dared not be careless.

…

“What is that place ahead?”

On the deck of the fleet, Julius Reed looked towards the nearby harbor and asked.

“Dragon Slaying Bay.”

Gabriel Abernathy answered.

After the last incident, she had become reticent.

Perhaps it was embarrassment in facing Julius Reed, or perhaps she was vexed.

In any case.

She seemed like a different person.

“Be careful, this place is ominous,” Gabriel Abernathy said coldly, “Garth Weather died at Phoenix Falls, and you, Mad Dragon, be wary of dying at Dragon Slaying Bay. If you die, there might be no one to collect your body.”

“Isn’t there you?”

Julius Reed turned to her, smiling as he looked at her.

Gabriel Abernathy was an interesting girl, with a kind heart yet always pretending to be aloof as if she was someone who could kill without batting an eye.

Quite contradictory.

“Me?” Hearing Julius Reed’s words, Gabriel Abernathy pointed to her nose, chuckled lightly, “I don’t collect bodies; I think I might even lash the corpse.”

While the two were chatting casually.

About three kilometers away from their fleet on the sea.

There was a small wooden boat.

On the boat, a boatman was rowing.

In the center sat an elderly man.

The old man wore a bamboo hat and had a Longsword at his waist.

In front of him, there was a simple wooden table.

On the table, there was a pot of wine, a wine cup, and a dish of peanuts.

The wooden boat’s position was only two kilometers away from the land.

And at that moment, on the shore of Dragon Slaying Bay, stood thousands of people.

These people were dressed strangely, in various styles of clothes.

But they had one thing in common.

They were Martial Artists.

Martial Artists from various forces.

The act of The North Sea Son-In-Law beheading two elders from Mount Shu and Skyslaughter Sect in the royal court had spread throughout all the sects in the world.

The first to react was Mount Shu.

Upon receiving the news, Mount Shu immediately issued a challenge, vowing to avenge the deceased elders.

The next day.

Nairn Yarrow, the Third Elder of Mount Shu, descended the mountain with his sword.

This news shook the entire sect world!

Apart from the Sect Leader, the top three elders of Mount Shu were the most formidable.

These three elders were extremely powerful and rarely left the mountain.

When they did, it was a significant event!

After Nairn Yarrow descended the mountain, he chose to make his move at Dragon Slaying Bay.

Here was the crucial maritime route leading to the Deep Cold southern defense line.

People from various sects rushed here, keen to witness the grand sight.

“It looks like the situation really seems quite grim,” Gabriel Abernathy picked up the telescope, looking at the strangely dressed people onshore, and also that skiff on the water.

“Oh?”

Julius Reed folded his arms behind him, similarly focusing on the sea.

Indeed, something seemed amiss.

As time passed, the small boat drew closer and closer to the fleet.

When the distance between them was less than five hundred meters–

Nairn Yarrow poured himself a cup of wine and gently drank it.

Then!

With a fierce step!

The Longsword was unsheathed!

Nairn Yarrow, alone with his sword, ran wildly across the waves!

Heading straight for the fleet!