This high-profile statent imdiately received the acclaim of countless powerful and noble families. All eyes were on Tang Yunfeng of the South Pole Royal Family. During this ti, the young master had been the center of attention. Unlike Tang Ziyan, whose status was that of a family servant, his origins were far more noble.
With Long Cangqing's endorsent, Tang Yunfeng's prestige in Cangyun City soared. He was even worshipped as a deity by the masses. Long Cangqing declared once more that everyone must unite and properly thank Young Master Tang Yunfeng. Such a grace, saving them from dire straits, must be rembered for a lifeti.
Given Long Cangqing's status and influence in Cangyun City, coupled with his close ties to the South Pole Royal Family, this assurance was naturally believed by all. The gloom that had been weighing on their hearts was swept away. Countless people cheered, feeling as though their fortunes had finally turned. Many chanted Tang Yunfeng's na, which filled the young master, who had always reveled in showing off, with imnse satisfaction and uncontrollable delight.
Within the vast South Pole Royal Family, he was a nobody, overshadowed by countless others more outstanding than him. He had always lacked presence, but now, he was radiant, worshipped by the nobility as if he were a god. The feeling was so euphoric it felt as if every pore on his body had opened in bliss.
Twenty minutes passed, then half an hour.
The Elders' Court, which should have responded quickly, remained silent. Long Kuang, the ssenger, had vanished without a trace, as if he'd been swallowed by the sea.
This... This obviously isn't normal.
Soon, however, a servant from the Long Family tremblingly carried a parcel into the hall. It was said to have co from the Elders' Court, sent personally by Jingnan Prince. It was wrapped in layer upon layer of cotton cloth, yet a large portion was soaked through with a dark liquid. A thick, tallic scent of blood wafted from it, sending a chill down everyone's spine.
"What is this? Where is the young master?" Long Cangqing abruptly stood up, his heart pounding violently as he stared at the parcel. A terrible premonition coiled in his mind.
"Well, aren't you going to open it?" urged the middle-aged man nad Yang Bo.
Yang Hu, who had been silent until now, grinned. "Is there any need to guess? It must be the Long Family's young master's head."
THUD.
The servant was trembling so violently that the package slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor. A round object, slick with blood, rolled out from the unwrapping layers.
BANG.
It ca to a stop.
Hu Bo was speechless. Everyone stared in horrified silence.
That... that really was Young Master Long Kuang's head!
HISS!
The rest of the guests couldn't help but draw a sharp, collective breath. Hu Bo, who was already as thin as a rail, leaped to his feet, tripped over his chair, and scrambled to the farthest corner of the hall, not daring to look back.
"Kuang'er?!" Long Cangqing's eyes bulged in disbelief. He then let out a guttural roar, "KUANG'ER!"
Just half an hour ago, his most beloved junior had been acting high and mighty, directing matters as if he owned the world. Now, his head had been severed from his body and sent back in a box.
At this mont, it wasn't just the other guests; even Tang Ziyan and Tang Yunfeng felt a cold shiver run down their spines as their pupils constricted.
BANG.
Tang Ji, who had been leaning against a pillar, shot up and took a step forward. A chilling killing intent rolled off him in waves.
"Mr. Tang, you must seek justice for Long Kuang!" Long Cangqing fell to his knees before Tang Yunfeng, tears streaming down his face as he wailed, "My Kuang'er went to deliver the royal decree on your behalf, and now… now he's been beheaded!"
Seeing how badly the situation had turned, Hu Bo and the others rose and began inching toward the exit, preparing to flee.
Yang Hu took a single step, blocking their path with a smile. "You are all distinguished figures of Cangyun City. You should remain seated. Is there any reason to stand?"
Everyone froze.
Those seemingly innocuous words rang in their ears like a thunderclap from a clear sky, making every hair on their bodies stand on end. They were all paralyzed, not daring to make another move.
"Why put on such an act in front of us?" Tang Ziyan stood up abruptly, her long, narrow eyes flashing. She pointed a finger at Chen Yang. "The Long Family is our royal family's proxy, yet you had him killed? What, am I, Tang Ziyan, beneath your notice?"
Having spoken, the imperious woman turned to Tang Yunfeng. "A re family slave has murdered the proxy of my royal family! What should his punishnt be?"
"Execution, naturally!" Tang Yunfeng declared.
"Haha..." Yang Hu laughed. "Are you still dreaming? Going on and on about your royal family as if we care. You're at death's door and still hopping around?"
Tang Yunfeng was speechless.
"You cur, do you have any idea what you're saying?" Tang Ziyan sneered, her lips twisting in disdain. "Being accepted as our family's retainers is your greatest honor. To be so ungrateful and spout such nonsense... you are truly courting death."
WHOOSH.
Yang Hu burst into action. His right hand shot out, fingers curled into a claw, aiming straight for Tang Ziyan's throat.
"You little bastard! You dare make a move while I'm here? Are you tired of living?" Tang Ji, who had been on high alert, flicked his sleeve and reacted instantly, stepping forward to intercept Yang Hu.
Hmm? I... I can't move?
"HAH!" Tang Ji roared, attempting to mobilize his full strength. However, it felt as if a great mountain was pressing down on him, rendering him completely immobile no matter how hard he struggled.
This...
BOOM!
His knees buckled and smashed into the ground.
As his kneecaps shattered, beads of sweat rolled down his face. He strained to lift his head, veins bulging on his forehead. His bloodshot eyes fell on Chen Yang, his expression one of pure horror. He couldn't fathom how this man, who looked to be no more than thirty, could suppress him with his aura alone, forcing him to his knees.
SLAP.
The mont Yang Hu's hand closed around her neck, Tang Ziyan's vision went black. Her head swam. With a slight exertion of his forearm, Yang Hu lifted her off her feet like a doll.
"You're just my family slave's underling! How dare you lay a hand on ?" Tang Ziyan snarled, clawing at Yang Hu's muscular arm.
THUMP.
Yang Hu lifted her high and slamd her hard onto the ground.
"Family slave? I dare you to say that again!"
Tang Ziyan fell silent.
"Chen Yang, Ziyan is your fiancée! Are you just going to let this underling run wild? Have you considered the consequences when my royal family cos looking for you?" Tang Yunfeng demanded from the side.
Yang Hu glared, letting out a laugh of pure rage. "A wench like her isn't fit to carry my Boss's shoes, let alone be his fiancée! Have you no sha?"
Tang Yunfeng was speechless.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
Assailed by Yang Hu's imposing aura, the Descendant of the Royal Family staggered back several steps. His face paled, but he didn't dare utter another word.
"Cowering already?" Yang Hu asked earnestly. "What happened to that arrogance from before? The one where you acted like you could command the world?"
Tang Yunfeng said nothing. Subconsciously, the rattled young master glanced toward his guard, Tang Ji. The ever-invincible Tang Ji was kneeling on the floor, defeated without even a chance to fight.
"Young Master, this... this man is using so trick! Otherwise, I'd kill him as easily as slicing a lon!" Tang Ji argued desperately, trying to salvage a shred of dignity.
"Rank Sixteen, with power that pierces mountains and rivers," Yang Hu said with a cold smile. "What's so tricky about that?"
Tang Ji froze.
Tang Yunfeng froze.
Huffing, Tang Yunfeng forced himself to calm down and spoke in a sinister tone. "I don't care what your strength is. I am of the South Pole Royal Family. Do you dare touch ?"
"It seems he was also the one who killed Li Chenfeng," Long Cangqing added helpfully.
Tang Yunfeng's face went white.
User Comments
0 comments from readers