<strong>Chapter 1275: Chapter 1275: Adding Insult to Injury</strong>
Members of various martial sects havee to The North Sea to celebrate, participating in the coronation ceremony and the princess’s wedding.
The biggest reason is none other than to witness the Dragon yer.
The world has long suffered under the tyranny of Mad Dragon.
Even for well-established sects like Shu Mountain and Skyughter Sect, facing Mad Dragon meant consecutive losses and casualties.
With several elders in, the sects felt disgraced.
Moreover, within a few short days, Mad Dragon wiped out Medicine King Valley and then wreaked havoc at Shadow Gate’s headquarters, terrifying those in the martial world.
Seven Clouds Academy and the name of Mad Dragon reached its pinnacle in an instant!
Many sects that previously paid no attention to Mad Dragon started to take notice of this game-changer.
As for the martial experts, they lived in constant fear, worried they wouldn’t live to see another day’s sun.
But what rises must fall.
As Mad Dragon’s personal reputation soared to new heights, the Dragon yer appeared!
Or rather, the Dragon-ying Hero.
Mad Dragon, who had never been defeated in battle, was suddenly killed in a fight!
Even without a chance to flee.
This incident naturally led to spection and doubt.
Devlin and others simply do not believe that Mad Dragon is dead.
They came to The North Sea, not only wishing to attempt to control Everton Davenport but also to investigate the affair for any underhanded trickery.
This was also the intention of Isabe Warm.
However, not many know that Mad Dragon and the Holy Master are one and the same.
Most from the various sects arepletely unaware.
What’s most bizarre is that right after news of Mad Dragon’s death spread, Seven Clouds Academy vanished in an instant.
Their temporary headquarters in Gonzalez City’s Five-state International Building was left with only a gold dragon g they hadn’t managed to take with them.
And a pile of burned documents.
Such strange behavior seemed to confirm Mad Dragon’s death.
But hearing is false, seeing is believing.
Various sects and martial organizations sent envoys to The North Sea royal court to discover the truth.
However—
Having witnessed the Dragon-ying Hero kill Arhat of Homicide, it seemed everyone implicitly epted that Mad Dragon was indeed dead.
Such formidable strength.
Terrifying indeed!
But just at this moment, martial forces of The North Sea surprisingly initiated a pce coup!
Even iming that the King of The North Sea was Mad Dragon?
Then the Dragon-ying Hero…
No one dared to continue the thought.
The original joyful atmosphere suddenly turned tense as if swords were drawn and crossbows cocked!
Red flowers hung on the wall while fresh red blood flowed on the ground.
Many tables were overturned, with fruit and cake scattered everywhere, aplete mess.
“Sris Grove, you betray The North Sea, and now you initiate a pce coup! A treacherous wretch, I have treated you not without kindness in the past!”
Everton Davenport angrily pointed at Sris Grove, bellowing, “Speak, are you a spy!”
The death of the Right Minister took him by surprise.
Even now, he has not received any message from the prison warden.
But the images in the video didn’t seem fake.
“You are the spy!” Sris Grove, with three arrows nocked, shouted angrily: “Mad Dragon, return my foster father’s life!”
Whoosh!
Three arrows flew through the air, shooting straight towards Everton Davenport!
Snap!
Everton Davenport caught the three arrows in his hand.
Then thrust forward fiercely!
The closest martial general from The North Sea had just raised his sword, not yet having the chance to strike, when he was pierced by the arrow.
Falling to the ground, dead.
“I am the distinguished King of The North Sea, who would dare rece me?”
Everton Davenport spread his hands, appearing somewhat agitated: “Sris Grove, are you still a man! Using such despicable methods to turn them against me!”
“I? I’m not a man…” Sris Grove’s hand holding the bow couldn’t help but tremble.
His teeth were nearly shattered!
A man?
That was half an hour ago.
Now, perhaps in his mind, he’s still a man, but physically, absolutely not.
“You!”
Everton Davenport almost choked on blood surging to his throat, nearly dying of anger!
The former Great General of The North Sea, to be so shameless?
“Brazen shamelessness!”
He tore open his clothes, revealing the golden dragon on his chest.
“Widen your damn eyes and look carefully! I am Everton Davenport, I am the King of The North Sea! You fools,y down your weapons, and I may forgive your past actions! But if you remain deluded, I won’t mind renewing The North Sea with fresh blood!”
Everton Davenport was brimming with murderous intent.
“This…”
The North Sea generals, beguiled, were also unsure.
They were only desperate to save the Right Minister, going so far as to bring troops to surround the pce.
Just moments ago, after witnessing the Right Minister’s murder, the generals’ boiling rage had nowhere to vent, so they turned to y those under the Left Minister.
Now, they were taken aback by the golden dragon on Everton Davenport’s chest.
The generals were at a loss.
Meanwhile, Sris Grove was also stunned.
The technique to tattoo a golden dragon in The North Sea was extremelyplex, practiced only by the top artisans within the pce.
Royal dragon tattoos like the one on the emperor’s body were even more exclusive, etched by the previous emperor’s hand – impossible for others to replicate!
Watching the lifelike dragon head tattoo on Everton Davenport’s chest, Sris Grove blinked, slightly dazed.
Was Devlin deceiving him?
But logically, it all made sense!
If Everton Davenport wasn’t Mad Dragon, how could he have taken both the Left and Right Ministers prisoner?
Self-sabotage one’s martial arts?
“Brothers! We’vemitted treason by leading troops in revolt; we are already on a path of no return! Now that the Right Minister is dead, let us exterminate the Left Minister’s faction, and then follow the Right Minister below!”
A loud roar by someone, and the North Sea generals collectively drew their swords.
“Revenge!”
“Kill!”
shes of swords and shadows of des.
In an instant, the pce was filled with civilian officials lying dead in pools of blood.
While Sris Grove leaned against the doorway,pletely lost in confusion.
With the Right Minister dead, he had lost hisst faith.
Further burdened by the charge of treason, it was highly likely Sris Grove wouldn’t be able to leave the pce alive.
He was unwilling to ept this!
Was he really going to die like this?
Without rity, without understanding.
His revenge was yet to be sought!
“I refuse to ept this!”
His fists clenched, his bow and arrows fallen to the ground.
“Do you wish for revenge?”
A voice, unanticipated, rang beside his ear.
“Who is it!”
Sris Grove turned around but saw no one.
“Go to Star City, to the Seven Clouds Group. There, someone will guide you to your revenge.”
The voice sounded as if from thin air, its source utterly indiscernible.
“Who are you!”
Sris Grove felt a chill!
How formidable was the person’s strength, for him not to detect their presence at all?
The perception of an archer far exceeded that of ordinary people.
“If you don’t leave now, you’ll undoubtedly die.”
After those words, the voice was no more.
“Alright!”
After a brief moment of hesitation, Sris Grove eyed the chaotic scene within the pce and seized the opportunity to flee!
Star City!
Seven Clouds Group!
As he dashed to the gates of the heavenly pce, he looked back at the grand hall.
When he returned, he would be a warrior of vengeance!
Sris Grove had left his youth in The North Sea’s heavenly pce, his very lifeblood.
In the end, it was all for naught.
“I will definitelye back!”
He donned the parachute, closing his eyes!
And with a leap!
But just at that moment.
Swoosh!
The sound of a dart.
Devlin aimed at the parachute and fired a dart.
“Indeed, useless when it matters!”
Having said that, he put away his gun and disappeared into the darkness.
Meanwhile, within the grand hall, the carnage was reaching its climax.
Everton Davenport, like a furious lion, ceaselessly executed the traitors!
The red carpeting was stained with ayer of blood.
“Who would have thought, the noble ruler of The North Sea’s imperial court would actually be Mad Dragon in disguise!”
The sudden remark by Okello Yarrow, of the Arhat sect, instantly plunged the grand hall into silence.