Chapter 1612: Chapter 1612: Mandala Land Does Everything Possible to Help Her!
Huangg Lian had also caught on, wondering if Beiting Huang was about to strip the City Lord of his position. Suddenly, she let out a shrill scream, pointing at Beiting Huang, “You, who are you? What are you worth, Mandala City isn’t yours, you think you can just say he’s not the City Lord, and he won’t be the City Lord?”
“Shut up!”
Immediately after, a crisp “slap” sound resonated and Huangg Lian’s face bore the print of five fingers, swollen and menacing.
Yingg Xue hadn’t expected this either; her father always doted on this auntie who had once saved his life. Yet, for this young man, he struck her across the face, and in front of so many people, no less.
Huangg Lian had not anticipated this at all; she glared at Beiting Huang with loathing, wishing she could stab seventeen or eighteen holes into him. Beiting Huang glanced at her indifferently, “If you’re seeking death, I’d be more than happy to oblige you!”
Just then, a thunderous voice enveloped everyone from all directions. It seemed as though the voice didn’t reach their ears, and yet, it pierced straight into their hearts, “Hehe, it appears that after so many years of my absence, some have the audacity to insult my people, and no one takes it upon themselves to mete out punishment!”
While others were still in shock and clueless about the origin of the voice or which powerful being it belonged to, Fengluo and Yingg Ying shuddered, trembling as if sifting chaff, and knelt on the ground, calling out “Your Majesty!”
It was the voice of the Devil Emperor; they hadn’t heard it in ten thousand years.
An illusionary figure appeared before Beiting Huang, and once again shielded her with its presence. This time, Yan Ye’s illusion was much more solid. Had Beiting Huang not known he was still in the Four Directions Divine Prison, she might have doubted if it was actually Yan Ye himself.
The sudden sight of Yan Ye made Fengluo and Yingg Ying tremble even more violently, crawling on their knees towards Yan Ye and kowtowing at his feet, their clothes drenched through.
And all the others, at the glimpse of Yan Ye, were forced to their knees by the overwhelming pressure.
“Hmph!”
After a cold snort from Yan Ye, his purple eyes swept over Huangg Lian. To Beiting Huang’s surprise, Huangg Lian’s body disintegrated as if energy were dissipating, turning into fine powder that scattered between heaven and earth without even a cry of anguish.
“Yingg Ying, what did I tell you ten thousand years ago?” Yan Ye’s voice, akin to the ethereal music of the heavens, carried a grave pressure, drumming into one’s ears and weighing upon their heart.
Yingg Ying kept kowtowing; of course, he remembered the words that Yan Ye was bringing up, the ones from ten thousand years ago, that upon seeing the nine-colored flames, one was in the presence of the Devil Queen.
But he knew, whatever he said now, Yan Ye would not forgive him.
He just couldn’t bear to lay hands on the mother of his three sons.
“In that case, take your people and move out of the City Lord’s Mansion. Fengluo, use all means necessary to help her!” After Yan Ye spoke, he transformed into a whirlpool that spun around Beiting Huang for a while before finally diving into her body and disappearing.
Yingg Ying was filled with regret, looking towards the spot where Huangg Lian had been, just as he had expected, she was no longer of this world.
It took a long time for Fengluo to calm down. He kowtowed to Beiting Huang again, “My Lord, the news came this morning that there was a disturbance in the Northeast Territory two days ago. The blessing of Holy Shadow will be in the Northeast, please relocate to the City Lord’s Mansion first. Half a year from now, we will escort you to the Northeast Territory.”
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