All Chapters of Lucky Son in Law: Chapter 141
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Chapter 141: The Sole Victor
The Asura Earth Ruler lay broken on the shattered coastline, his golden blood pooling in the cracks of the black stone. His furnace eyes, which had burned with ancestral pride and primordial fury moments before, were now dim embers, flickering with the last remnants of disbelief. The diluted dragon blood he had carried for millennia, the legacy that had made him the strongest of the Ten Demons, had been proven worthless against the true Dragon Hearth. His armor was scattered across the beach in twisted fragments. His bone-hammer rested somewhere at the bottom of the sea. His body, four meters of collapsed muscle and cracked stone, could not rise.Lucas stood on the giant's chest. His boots rested on the grey, magma-veined skin as if it were a simple stone platform. He looked down at the fallen Number One Demon with the calm, patient expression he had worn through every battle, and he brushed a fleck of dust from his shoulder."Fragile Asura," he said. The words were quiet, almost casu
Chapter 142: Pandora's Box Opens
The arena still quivered with the aftershock of the Asura's fall. The millions of spectators sat frozen, their breath held, their bodies pressed into their iron seats as if trying to disappear. The black-robed outsider and his silver-haired wife stood at the center of the podium, their presence a gravity that bent every gaze downward. No one cheered. No one dared.From the shadows of the VIP sanctum, a figure emerged. The same golden-robed elder who had visited Lucas the night before—the representative of the Ancient Association—walked toward the podium with slow, measured steps. His face was calm, but his hands trembled. The ancient symbols on his robe flickered with subdued light, and in his arms he carried a silver box. It was not large, no bigger than a child's head, but its surface was etched with forbidden formations that writhed and coiled like living serpents. The box radiated a deep, rhythmic pulse, and with each pulse, the air grew warmer.The elder stopped before Lucas and
Chapter 143: Absorption of the Earth's Core
The moment Lucas's skin touched the crystallized heart, the Dragon Hearth in his chest detonated with resonance. It was not pain. It was recognition. The two hearts—one ancient and dormant, the other living and fierce—sang to each other across ten thousand years of separation. A soundless chime echoed in Lucas's mind: the Random Luck system, passive and wordless, acknowledging the authenticity of the First Dragon's Heart. The translation was not in language but in certainty. Source confirmed. Origin: Primordial Dragon. Status: True.The temperature in the Skull Valley arena surged. The iron thrones of the spectators softened, their edges drooping as the metal approached its melting point. Spectators screamed and scrambled back, their robes smoking. The stone floor beneath Lucas's feet glowed cherry red. The Ancient Association elder stumbled backward, his golden robes singed at the fringes.At the edges of the arena, in the shadows of the VIP tiers, eyes glittered with greed. Hundreds
Chapter 144: The Wrath of the Ancient Association
The golden-robed elder remained on his knees, his body paralyzed by the primal terror of the Primordial Dragon's reborn aura. But behind his clouded eyes, a desperate, calculating fire still burned. The Ancient Association had not ruled the shadows of the Dark Continent for millennia by accepting defeat. They had backup plans within backup plans, and the theft of the Earth's Core—for theft was how they saw it—triggered the most extreme of them all.High above the Skull Valley, the grey-green sky split open. Not the dimensional gate of the Battle Royale, but a new rift, a wound of black and gold that bled ancient formation light. From that rift descended a thousand figures in perfect, synchronized silence. They were not men. Not fully. Their bodies were humanoid but insubstantial, woven from shadow and starlight, their eyes blank white voids, their limbs ending in blades rather than hands. The Thousand Shadow Soldiers—the Ancient Association's ultimate enforcers, sealed away for the ve
Chapter 145: The Sky Slaughter
The Golden Star Binding Formation blazed above the arena, its thousand shadow soldiers moving in perfect synchronization. From the grid of their bodies, golden chains shot downward—a rain of celestial restraints, each link glowing with the soul-severing light of the Ancient Association's ultimate sealing art. They converged on Lucas from every direction, intending to wrap his limbs, his throat, his torso, to bind him in place so the formation could tear flesh from spirit.Lucas did not dodge. The chains struck him. And shattered.The links exploded against his skin like dry twigs hurled against an anvil. The Earth's Core had reforged him from the inside out, and the body that now housed the Primordial Dragon's full essence was no longer merely durable—it was absolute. The golden chains, which could bind immortals and seal calamity beasts, broke apart into glittering dust without leaving so much as a scratch on the fabric of his black robe.The shadow soldiers, emotionless and relentle
Chapter 146: The Shadow Ruler of the Association
The golden-robed elder lay crumpled on the obsidian floor, a heap of stained silk and shattered teeth. Frozen blood caked his lips, and his breath came in ragged, wet gasps. The millions of spectators watched in petrified silence. No one moved to help him. No one dared. The Primordial Dragon stood a few paces away, brushing flecks of ice from his knuckles, his golden eyes already drifting toward the next matter at hand.But the elder was not finished. His withered hand, trembling violently, reached into the folds of his ruined robe and produced a medallion. It was small, carved from bone blackened with age, and its surface pulsed with a deep, malignant purple light. A soul-communication artifact, keyed to only one recipient.With his last shred of strength, the elder pressed the medallion to his bleeding lips and whispered a name that had not been spoken aloud in a thousand years.The sky answered.The grey-green clouds above the Skull Valley curdled and bled. Crimson spread across th
Chapter 147: The Clash That Splits the Sky
The Grand Elder's third eye blinked, a slow, deliberate motion that held no fear. The pale dwarf had watched Lucas draw his sword, had felt the temperature plummet across the arena, and he had simply sneered. Three millennia of life had taught him that raw power was meaningless without control. And control belonged to those who understood the fabric of reality."You think a sword intimidates me, little dragon?" The Grand Elder's dry whisper carried a rasp of amusement. From within his black robes, he drew a staff. It was short, twisted, and capped with a gem of deep, sickly green that pulsed like a living heart. The [Space-Bending Jasper], an artifact that allowed its wielder to fold perception and geometry like wet paper."Let me show you what absolute territory truly means."The green gem flared. The air around Lucas warped, twisted, and collapsed inward. To the millions of spectators, it looked as though the black-robed figure had been swallowed by a ripple in reality itself. One m
Chapter 148: The Collapse of the Dark Continent's Hegemony
The Grand Elder hung pinned to the stadium wall, his body a grotesque ornament spiked through the skull. The sword that had pierced his third eye still vibrated faintly, its blade buried deep in the ancient stone. Black blood, thick and cold, dripped from the ruined socket and traced dark lines down his pale, corpse-like face. The dimensional powers that had made him a legend, the space-bending arts that had cowed empires, drained from his body like water from a cracked vessel. His cultivation, three thousand years of accumulated mastery, crumbled to nothing. What remained was not a death god of the old era. What remained was a frail, bald dwarf, his limbs shaking, his voice cracking into the pathetic whimper of a frightened child."Please..." the Grand Elder croaked, his words slurred by blood and missing teeth. "Spare me... I will give you treasures... artifacts... entire vaults of the Ancient Association... all of it... just let me live... I am an old man... please..."Tears stream
Chapter 149: The Secret Map to the Final Continent
The grand library of the Ancient Association lay beneath the Skull Valley like a buried heart. Its corridors were carved from black marble veined with dormant formation light, and its shelves stretched into darkness, packed with scrolls and tomes that had not been touched by sunlight for millennia. The elders who had guarded this place had fled or knelt. The vaults that had been sealed with blood contracts now swung open at the touch of Lucas's Black Ice, their locks shattering like dried leaves.Lucas stood at the center of the innermost sanctum, the Grand Elder's storage ring glinting on his finger. The ring had yielded a fortune in artifacts and forbidden texts, but what had drawn his attention was the copper-plated map now spread across the stone table before him. It was ancient—older than the Ancient Association, older than the Dark Continent's oldest sects—and its surface was etched with star charts and landmasses that matched no geography he had ever seen.Ivy worked beside him
Chapter 150: The Golden Blood Sky Gate
The barren desert stretched infinitely under a sky the color of dried bone. Nothing lived here. No beasts, no plants, no wind that carried anything but the memory of ancient cataclysms. The sand was not sand but fine grey powder, the ground-up remnants of mountains that had been erased from existence. This was the Quiet Waste, the dead center of the Dark Continent, a place so empty that even the warlords of the Skull Valley never claimed it.At the heart of the waste, rising from the grey powder like a monument from another reality, stood the Pillar Cloud Temple. It was not a building in any conventional sense. Nine obsidian pillars, each one a kilometer high, formed a ring around a central archway that bled golden light. The archway was the Sky Gate—the dimensional door that led to the Fallen Star Continent, the prison of the Goddess, the origin of all cultivation. The light that bled from it was not spiritual energy. It was something older, rawer, a liquid gold that dripped upward i