Chapter 257: The King who rules the night

The smell of damp coal ash and the sound of hammer strikes filled the night of Black Wind Fort, the turbid air seeming to be filled with endless coal cinders, making the hell dwarfs and goblins passing through here keep their mouths tightly shut, not wanting to say another word.

As night fell, the magic crystal lamp posts at the top of the factory slowly dimmed, leaving only the thick smoke spewing from the chimneys rolling over the city area.

It's true that the underground world has air circulation, but it certainly can't compare to the surface. If you want to develop industry here, you naturally have to pay some price.

However, fortunately, this is nothing to the hell dwarfs who are active near volcanoes all year round, and it is nothing to the goblins whose product shelf life is not long.

Thanks to their dedication, Black Wind Fort is like a steel behemoth that never sleeps, running endlessly in the underground without seeing the sun, bringing nightmares and death to humans on the front line.

The hell dwarf sentry on the city wall yawned boredly, carrying his magic stone gun on his shoulder, but didn't notice the sneer in the shadows brushing past his shadow, silently merging into this sinking and noisy huge factory.

Too weak.

Perhaps because it is close to the Demon Capital, the guards stationed here have no vigilance at all, and that lazy patrol frequency and the bare city walls are almost equivalent to no defense at all.

Zakro, lurking in the shadows, sneered, casting his gloomy gaze toward the Lord's Mansion near the center of Black Wind Fort.

A black robe tightly wrapped his thin and sturdy body, the lowered hat brim covering those scarlet pupils, but couldn't cover the ferocity from the inside out.

According to his understanding, that is Luo Yan's only home in the Demon Capital.

"Hehehe... Luo Yan, do you know, the biggest mistake you made is not being an enemy of the Dragon family, but offending a powerhouse who is far stronger than you and no longer has any worries."

"I will slowly kill you... slowly... gagagaga..."

The smile on Zakro's face gradually became sick, imagining the distorted face of his enemy due to pain, almost failing to suppress the spread of murderous intent.

He walked quietly along the shadows of the buildings, like a ghost lurking under the night curtain.

As for those fully armed guards, he didn't take them seriously at all, those magic stone guns and muskets could only scare ordinary people, no one here could threaten him at all.

As for a mere Bai Yin-tier Demon King, it's not worth mentioning.

Even if Night Song died here, there was no worry in Zakro's heart.

After all, that guy is just a Platinum-tier gargoyle, and compared to him, who is Amethyst-tier, there is a whole Diamond-tier gap in the middle.

Even if the Demon King moved all the powerhouses in the labyrinth here, to him, they would just be miscellaneous fish that could be pinched to death with a wave of his hand... those guys can't even compare to his son Regi Dragon, let alone compare to himself?

He has no possibility of losing!

Not even a little bit!

However, just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly stopped his steps, pulling back the claws he had extended forward.

Could it be...

Too smooth?

Standing on the roof, Zakro's gaze was fixed on the heavily guarded Lord's Mansion in the distance, the originally confident eyes suddenly becoming uncertain.

According to common sense, Luo Yan should be living there, that's right. And the newspapers in the Demon Capital also mentioned that since the plague broke out in Black Wind Fort, the Demon King who cares about low-level demons has personally sat in the Lord's Mansion, and even personally treated the goblins suffering from the plague.

But having said that, is that guy's vigilance really that low?

He is at least an Amethyst-tier demon, now fleeing outside, that guy since he is so smart, definitely knows that he will definitely not let him go.

If it were himself, at least he would have to find a safe place to stay... for example, the estate of the Partridge family.

Or at the very least, living in the temple in the core city area of the Demon Capital, it would definitely be safer than living in this place where birds don't shit.

"So dangerous... almost fell into an ambush!"

Zakro took a deep breath, trying to calm his anxious emotions, while carefully probing his spiritual power toward the Lord's Mansion.

However, his spiritual power tentacles just touched the edge of the wall, and he couldn't help but pause, stopping.

A barrier was placed on the wall of the Lord's Mansion!

Zakro's heart sank.

Although destroying the barrier is just a matter of blowing a breath to him, this undoubtedly tells the other party that he is nearby!

It would be fine if Luo Yan is here.

The fear is that the guy is not here, but instead the adjudicator troops of the Ministry of Truth are stationed there.

The garrison of Black Wind Fort is indeed not worth worrying about, but the undead under Goligo are very difficult to deal with.

A Diamond-tier leader with a few Platinum-tier Death Knights, even if they can't take him down on the spot, can definitely delay time and hold on until the powerhouses of the Demon Capital rush here.

A distance of less than a hundred kilometers is just a matter of minutes for a demigod-tier powerhouse who is serious.

Zakro's face was terribly gloomy, his teeth almost bitten off.

In the past, he wouldn't need to worry about such trivial matters at all.

He had a lot of chess pieces to use, and those diligent subordinates would naturally investigate clearly for him, he only needed to sit behind the scenes and wait for the news... even if he made up his mind to kill Luo Yan, he wouldn't need to do it himself, there would be plenty of chess pieces willing to work for him!

However, that was the past.

Now he has nothing, the only card left in his hand is that Amethyst-tier supernatural power.

There is only one chance!

If he misses, not only will he fail to kill Luo Yan, but he will also startle the snake, exposing himself to the vision of the Ministry of Truth and the Intelligence Department...

Who will come then is hard to say.

He has no time, and even less of a retreat.

"Damn it."

If he had known it would be so troublesome, he should have killed that guy from the beginning! Instead of playing any conspiracy with him!

Although that would also be very troublesome, it would definitely be better than now!

Zakro clenched his fists tightly, veins popping out, but could only forcibly suppress the anger in his heart.

Can't be impulsive...

After taking a deep breath, he re-sorted his thoughts and cast his gaze toward the street below him.

The best strategy now is, just like in the abandoned temple in the suburbs of the Demon Capital before, to first hide in this mixed place and wait for the most suitable opportunity.

At least wait for that guy to show up!

If he is inside, it's impossible for him not to come out for a lifetime. And if he is not there, it's impossible for him never to come back...

After weighing the pros and cons, Zakro jumped off the roof and merged into the alleys of Black Wind Fort like a ghost.

He walked forward slowly, looking for a place to hide, while expressionlessly examining the street scene around him.

Honestly, the scene seen on the street is far more shocking than the glance he took from a height, and the feeling it brings him is far different from what he saw in the briefing.

Is this... really still Black Wind Fort?

In his old memory, Black Wind Fort was just a barren vassal land on the edge of the Demon Capital, with only a few scattered villages and pastures, low productivity, and long-term reliance on the Dragon family's charity to barely maintain.

The only building on the entire wasteland that could be considered decent was the fortress standing between the Black Wind Valleys, and that fortress had long been blown into ruins in the previous duel.

But now, compared to everything in front of him, the once towering fortress seems not worth mentioning.

Buildings lined up around the street, although they look dirty and messy, they are unexpectedly orderly. Small goblins squat under low metal sheds to sell goods, a few hell dwarfs who have finished a day's work are standing in front of the stalls picking and choosing, the rude bargaining sound mixed with the sharp and hoarse shouting.

The riots and plagues of a long time ago seem to have had no impact on the lives of these people, or those wounds have already been healed.

It's really rare.

This bunch of hell dwarfs didn't spend all their money on beer, although their eyes carry fatigue, at least their brains are unexpectedly awake.

It's not just hell dwarfs, goblins are the same.

That bunch of lazy ghosts are not lazy at all in the hands of that Demon King of Lei Ming County, every goblin has things to do, even if some guys who are not smart look like they are busy for nothing, it's always better than wandering and daydreaming aimlessly.

Zakro looked more and more astonished, and his heart was even more surprised.

Even if the orders of the War Department brought some business to the local area, the one who got fat was just the Demon King of Lei Ming County, it shouldn't be enough to conjure a city out of thin air on the wasteland... right?

This piece of land has completely changed its appearance!

This is no longer the dilapidated, chaotic, barren Black Wind Fort, it unexpectedly has a feeling of prosperity.

Zakro's face turned gloomy again.

Undoubtedly.

This is by no means a product of natural development.

There is only one explanation that can explain the change here—that guy who stole his son's research results, relying on the power of gods, rewrote some kind of rule running under all things in the world!

That is supernatural power that transcends supernatural power!

Its destructive power may not be as good as ordinary supernatural beings, but it can touch the origin that even demigod-tier powerhouses cannot touch—the rules that determine the operation of all things!

"The secret of becoming a god... it really is in your hands! I said so... a mere Bai Yin-tier Demon King, if he didn't have a trump card in his hand, how could he dare to challenge the Dragon family... hehehe..."

Indulging in that paranoid fantasy, Zakro's eyes gradually became greedy.

Actually, that can't be considered a fantasy.

Even if the reasoning of the whole process is wrong, it is not impossible to get the truth of this world, not to mention Zakro has studied it with concentration.

In the history of this planet, those who became gods throughout the ages were all people who had changed the "rules of the game".

Demon God Lord Bayeli is like this, Machine God Isaac is like this, Shengxisi is also like this.

As for the heroes who followed them, even if they possessed demigod-tier power, at most they would leave a page of epic that was not light or heavy in the grand curtain of the era.

If it is from this angle, he indeed has reason to suspect... even if there are more intuitive components in this so-called reason.

However, these are no longer important.

The more he verified his guess, the more excited he became, and the more excited he became, the angrier he became—after all, in his view, all this should have belonged to his son, belonged to his family, belonged to him who controlled the Dragon family!

Poisonous anger filled Zakro's chest, making his eyes only see that hateful face and the secret hidden behind it, but he didn't notice at all that he was out of place with this city area.

This is different from other city areas of the Demon Capital, the order of Black Wind Fort has gone through several rounds of cleaning and has long been firmly in the hands of Luo Yan.

From streets to factories, even alleys in slums, all goblins have been organized.

There is not a single eye of the Lord's Mansion in the true sense here, but the eyes of the Lord's Mansion are everywhere.

Wanting to sneak in here without anyone knowing is not difficult, but wanting to blend in here only requires putting down all pride and becoming a gregarious mouse, otherwise powerful strength will only expose him faster.

Zakro is naturally disdainful of doing this, because ordinary demons even if they feel he is suspicious will not look for trouble... after all, there are many guys who are sneaky in Hell.

It's just that, this is Black Wind Fort.

Pairs of eyes quietly stared at him, and then quietly retreated into the shadows, as if nothing had happened...

At the same time on the other side, in the center of the goblin community, a overturned carriage lay on its side at the street corner, with a crooked wooden sign hanging on it, with a few rough words written on it—Black Wind Fort Neighborhood Committee.

Honestly, this name is too long, and it's awkward to read.

Snick had been pondering about wanting to change to a more mighty and domineering name, and it just so happened that his subordinates were suggesting, since his carriage is black, why not change it to "Black Society", which is also fitting with the name of Black Wind Fort.

Snick pondered that it was the same thing, so he found the respected Lord Lord to discuss it, but as soon as he said the proposal, he was thrown out by the Lord Lord, so this matter could only be dropped.

Neighborhood Committee is Neighborhood Committee.

Anyway, it's just a title, just like that broken carriage, the simple and unadorned appearance doesn't hinder its awesomeness.

Another happy day passed.

Looking at the night getting later and later, Snick sat leisurely on the broken wooden box in the carriage, biting the cigar he had swiped from the Serrated Chamber of Commerce, flipping through the account book in his hand, humming a leisurely tune in his mouth, thinking about which tavern to go to for a while to be dashing.

And just at this time, a goblin covered in sweat suddenly rushed in, shouting in a panic.

"Director! Something happened!"

Snick raised his eyelids lazily and exhaled a smoke ring.

"You little rabbits, you only know how to shout something happened all day long, in the end, either you use a dead mouse to tease me, or you fight until your brains come out... tell me, what happened again?"

That goblin said shivering.

"There is a strange black-robed man! He doesn't look like a good person!"

Snick sneered.

"Heh, there are many strange guys in Black Wind Fort, last night there was a drunk hell dwarf who found the wrong door, just this little thing? You guys just drive him out."

His little brother shook his head like a rattle, continuing nervously.

"This, this time it's different! That guy seems... to be a demon!"

Demon?!

Pa—!

The cigar in Snick's hand fell to the ground, and the deliberately left ash shattered all over the floor.

The air suddenly became quiet.

A few goblins squatting beside the carriage looked at each other, and Snick's eyes were astonished, and gradually became sharp.

Demon?

In Black Wind Fort?

He narrowed his eyes, a sneer curling at the corners of his mouth: "Oh, this is interesting."

He patted the account book, stood up, waved his claws: "Alright, don't be stunned, hurry and contact the Lord's Mansion! Tell that respected Lord that a big shot has come to Black Wind Fort as a guest."

"Yes!"

A few goblins immediately scurried out, their skills faster than flying thieves, disappearing into the streets of Black Wind Fort.

Snick sat back down, picked up the cigar from the ground, dusted off the mud on it, lit it slowly, leaned on the creaking recliner, and muttered to himself with a sinister smile.

"Hehe, there's a show to watch."

At the same time, Black Wind Fort Lord's Mansion.

Luo Yan just finished reading a report on factory expansion, and a milky white shadow suddenly appeared on the window glass.

Watching the Demon King working at his desk, Hearing You You's voice carried a hint of undisguised excitement—

"Demon King! It's Elder Zakro! That Amethyst-tier BOSS has snuck in!"

Startled by this sudden sound, Luo Yan almost kicked the teleportation array switch under the table, sending himself back to his old home in Lei Ming County.

"Came in? Where?"

"No, no! He is still wandering on the street of Black Wind Fort, didn't come in!"

"..."

Luo Yan rolled his eyes at the side speechlessly, waved the magic wand in his hand, and let the quill pen that was drooping on the table fly up again.

"Remember to finish a sentence next time."

"... I was trying to finish, but you didn't give me the chance." Hearing You You complained in a small, aggrieved voice, drifting from the window to Luo Yan's side, quickly regaining her spirit, and said eagerly, "Demon King, please give the order!"

Recently Luo Yan finally knew why this guy was always looking like the world was in chaos every time.

It seems that this world is too peaceful, which is indeed not conducive to entrepreneurship.

On the contrary, every time he fought with the Dragon family, the aftermath shook those goblins until they screamed, but the power of faith rose steadily, even running from seven digits to eight digits!

That was not only contributed by low-level demons, but also a considerable part came from the high-ranking demons in the Demon Capital—

The power of faith contributed by those old guys who were Grandmaster or even demigod-tier every time they were surprised was enough for a hell dwarf whose strength did not exceed Steel-tier to be shocked for a whole year!

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have his own temple in the Demon Capital, and his strength and foundation were far worse than those deep-rooted demon families, the power of faith he could absorb would be even more exaggerated.

"Where is Zakro now? How far is he from the Lord's Mansion?"

Hearing You You said excitedly.

"Not very far! He is near the goblin community, seemingly intending to settle down in your territory."

A sharp light flashed in Luo Yan's eyes, and he immediately guessed what Zakro intended to do.

Sure enough.

This guy is now at the end of his rope, and even doesn't have a card he can use in his hand, so he can only personally enter the field.

However, it seems he still left a way out, and didn't intend to die with himself, but intended to kill with one blow and then flee far away from the Demon Capital. It is precisely because of this that he didn't rush in and make a big scene, but first carefully confirmed whether he was here.

If there are no accidents, he should have released spiritual power to peek at his mansion. It's just that this guy is not generally cowardly now, and after touching the existence of the barrier, he immediately withdrew, not even daring to poke a layer of window paper.

"Hearing You You, issue a server announcement for me, tell the players in Black Wind Fort that the limited-time event has started! In addition, open the teleportation array near the magic crystal cannon factory, and waive the teleportation fee for a limited time!"

"Okay!" In the blink of an eye, Hearing You You, who was full of energy, disappeared into the room.

And at the same time, lines of ink-green pop-up windows appeared in front of all players.

【Server Announcement: An unknown Amethyst-tier (VIII) BOSS has appeared in Black Wind Fort! Identity suspected to be Zakro Dragon, extremely dangerous!】

【Mission Triggered: Black Wind Fort has entered a state of war, please all players take immediate action, encircle and suppress the target, and defend the order of Black Wind Fort!】

【Reward: Any form of output to Zakro can get Nether Coin and contribution point rewards, the player who finally kills the target will get a special title, and there will be epic-level artifact drops!】

Luo Yan didn't know if there were artifacts on Zakro, anyway, he didn't feel that the players could really kill this guy.

However, this is the Demon Capital, and there is more than one Amethyst-tier powerhouse, as long as the movement is big enough to force this guy out, there will be plenty of people to clean him up!

Compared to waiting for the Ministry of Truth to act in a grand manner, this is the most useful!

He wants to catch him off guard!

At the same time the announcement was issued, players inside and outside the server instantly boiled, whether they were life-profession players or combat-profession players, they all put down the work they were doing.

"Damn?! Work again?!"

"There have been so many server activities recently, one after another, it hasn't stopped..."

"Is the rhythm of the closed beta game too fast? I, a life-profession player, am almost promoted to Bronze..."

"Don't talk nonsense! Shi Shi-level god equipment, damn! If this can be exploded, wouldn't it be rich!"

"You are thinking about farting, that is an Amethyst-tier BOSS! It must be above level 130!"

"So what? Let's pile him to death with numbers!"

"Exactly! I'm going to drive the magic crystal tank out of the warehouse! You guys cover me for a while!"

"I heard that as long as you scrape it, there will be rewards!"

"Damn, I'm rushing, brothers!"

"Aooooooo!!!"

The excited sound rolled from the workshop of the magic crystal cannon factory to the warehouse, stunning a group of confused hell dwarfs and goblins.

Some players jumped into the tanks and started the engine with a clanging sound. And some bold players rushed directly into the city area where the boss might be hiding, while other players climbed to the commanding heights of Black Wind Fort, looking for Zakro's tracks according to the map's guidance.

Zakro at this moment didn't know that a "presence in the dark" had already stared at him, and constantly led the Demon King's servants to his side.

At first Zakro just felt something was wrong, but didn't take it to heart, until a group of skeleton soldiers blocked him in the alley, he realized that his whereabouts had been exposed!

"Zakro! Surrender! You have been surrounded!" Hanging a translation crystal on his chest, a player squeezed to the front row, shouted excitedly, and pulled the trigger without a sound.

A ray of ink-green light sprayed from the muzzle of the magic stone gun, shooting toward Zakro's face.

However, a strange scene happened.

That ink-green magic light was like a cigarette butt being pinched out, silently drowning in the shadows in the alley.

【Long Xing·Asura Blade】 swallowed a non-existent saliva, his two eyes staring straight.

"Damn... is it a bug?"

Another brother standing next to him was also surprised, soul-fire burning in his skull.

Not to mention scraping—

This damn didn't even scrape a hair!

Zakro looked expressionlessly at the uneven skeleton soldiers in front of him, and a strange laugh suddenly came from his mouth.

"Hehe..."

That laugh was still restrained at first, later the sound became louder and louder, like a bursting flood drowning this originally quiet alley.

He had been very careful to hide his aura.

He not only avoided the guards and patrols of Black Wind Fort, but even condescended to hide in the smelly goblin community, but was still discovered.

Sure enough—

That guy really mastered the power of gods!

No wonder from just now, he felt an eye staring at him above his head, but didn't know where the line of sight came from.

This explains it!

"Hahahaha!!!"

Zakro's smile became more and more crazy, and the expression on his face began to twist, the muscles all over his body expanding like boiling magma.

Since it has been exposed—

It seems there is no need to continue acting!

"You guys—"

"Not one of you wants to live!"

At this moment, he no longer suppressed his power, huge power released in an instant, tearing the black robe covering his wings and demon horns into pieces, instantly shrouding the entire Black Wind Fort!

The hearts of the goblins and hell dwarfs living in the nearby community were shocked, and Snick, who was waiting to watch the show in the carriage, had his cigar fall to the ground again.

Fear spread all over his body, making him uncontrollably tremble, wanting to check the surroundings but unable to move his neck.

Just now... what exactly happened?!

That fearful power was like glue, sticking all the joints of his body.

And at the same time, the Long Xing group crowded in the alley also felt that terrifying power.

"Bad! Boss is going to open big!"

"Prepare to open—"

Before that group word could be said, a group of purple flames swept through the entire alley like a galloping thunder.

Dozens of players turned into ashes in an instant, not even an inch of bone ash left!

The walls on both sides were like being blown by dragon breath, leaving huge broken openings!

The goblins curled up in the shadows looked blankly at the fearful demon standing in the flames, unable to make a sound in their throats, and their hands and feet were unable to move due to trembling.

They didn't know what happened at all, just in the blink of an eye their own wall was gone, and then they couldn't move...

And at this very moment, above their heads, the ten-meter-high building began to tilt toward the alley because it lost half of its load-bearing wall.

Amidst a burst of goblin screams, two buildings collapsed toward the middle at the same time, forming an arch bridge in the rolling dust.

Zakro's figure swayed, his body expanded to two meters tall and stood dozens of meters away.

The passing guards aimed at him in horror, before they could pull the trigger, they lost the part below their knees, falling into a pool of blood with screams.

Blood spread to the ankles, the ferocious Zakro had already killed until his eyes were red.

A magic crystal tank rushed to the street, before it could raise its muzzle to aim at his vicinity, its turret was lifted by a roaring claw.

The armor steel mixed with chromium was like paper in front of this guy!

"All die for me!" Zakro let out a roar, his ghostly gaze fell on the Lord's Mansion not far away, the fragile barrier almost just touched his line of sight, and it shattered into snowflakes.

He originally thought that the people of the Ministry of Truth were waiting for the rabbit there, but he didn't smell the annoying smell of dead people, but instead smelled a familiar smell...

Zakro, who had fallen into madness, was stunned for a moment, and then a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

So that's it...

"Hahahaha! Luo Yan! You must think you won, right?! Hahahaha! Too naive!!"

It seems the respected mentor still misses him.

Dead people can't enter the Council—

Anyway, he was going to leave here, so it didn't matter if he was used by that old thing again!

Hearing that harsh laugh, Luo Yan's face changed slightly.

It wasn't entirely because of that guy's strength, and even less because of what Zakro said, but because there was a smell on this guy's body... that made him feel familiar?

"Madness Speaker... how is it possible?!"

This is the Demon Capital!

Under the nose of Demon God Lord Bayeli!

And isn't the infectivity of that thing very strong?

Why—

He couldn't figure it out, his mind was full of thoughts, deducing countless possibilities in an instant.

And just when he was stunned, in a dark alley two streets away from the Lord's Mansion, a decaying coffin lid that was tilted sideways suddenly opened a crack, followed by a ghostly green light floating out of the crack.

That deep nether energy was like a firefly, bringing a glimmer of light to this darkness that made people unable to breathe.

The surrounding goblins moved their necks with difficulty, casting surprised gazes at that quiet coffin.

This thing...

When was it placed here?

No one knew.

In their impression, the thing sleeping there was just a piece of rotten wood, no one cared about it at all.

Just when the goblins were at a loss, the decaying coffin suddenly exploded with a bang, the heavy door panel was like a kicked wooden door, sweeping a flat passage out of the garbage pile.

The sound of soft leather heels landing sounded, and appearing together in the shadow of the coffin was a slender and tall figure.

His face was as pale as jade, his handsome features carrying cold yin energy, and the slightly messy deep purple hair on his forehead swayed gently in the windless night, teasing the purple pupils that slowly opened, like black clouds brushing past the purple moon.

The wind stopped in an instant.

The night solidified breathing.

Everything around was silent, as if welcoming the king who ruled the night, not daring to have a trace of disrespect.

Zakro, who was laughing wildly, suddenly felt a chill on his back, and then a deep coldness climbed up his ankles, silently gripping his heart that was beating wildly.

Something is hiding in that darkness!

And staring at him!

He stared at the curtain of night like a frightened beast.

Before he could see clearly what that was, the sky-covering bat swarm flew over his head.

"Chichichi—"

That sound was like the sneer of the god of death.

Zakro took a step back in horror, shook the wings behind him, and turned around to run without a second's hesitation!

However, his wings had just unfolded, and several blood-colored spears fell from the sky, piercing his two wings behind him like lightning, and pinning him firmly to the ground amidst a burst of screams!

Zakro let out a roar of pain, twisted his body and shattered the blood spears that pinned his wings, and with a flash crossed several streets, trying to pull away the distance, but just as his heels landed, he saw a slender figure already waiting at the entrance of the alley ten meters away.

So fast!

This guy's strength is probably Grandmaster!

Who is it?!

Festin?!

No—

That aura is not a shadow demon!

It's a bit like... blood clan?!

Zakro's pupils contracted sharply, purple flames running through his whole body, and hot air issued from under the fangs hanging on his mouth, tightening every nerve in his whole body.

Following the approach of the soft leather heel sound, he finally saw the face under the shadow.

And almost at the same time, a touch of despair finally printed on those scarlet pupils.

"You are—"

"Roxie Prince Prince Kelin."

The man standing at the end of the alley elegantly took off his gloves and threw them in front of Zakro, who was trembling all over.

"You seem to have used my daughter, probably last year."

Looking at the gloves lying in front of him, Zakro swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice hoarse.

"That was a misunderstanding... she was the one who insisted on pulling my child... I actually... didn't want to cause extra trouble..."

Roxie looked at him silently, then tilted his chin, casting his gaze toward the Lord's Mansion not far away.

"Then what about this? How do you want to explain it?"

"Explain..."

Feeling the silent pressure, Zakro gritted his teeth, almost biting them off.

It wasn't just fear.

His heart was more filled with humiliation!

As the former head of the Dragon family, and an elder who ruled behind the scenes for a century, even Caesar Prince Prince Kelin—this guy's father—had never spoken to him like this, and a mere junior dared to jump in front of him!

If it weren't for the study of the method of becoming a god delaying his cultivation, with his soul foundation, he would have long broken through the bottleneck of Amethyst-tier!

"You damn don't be too arrogant! A Grandmaster who just broke through, do you think I will be afraid of you!"

Zakro roared, his facial muscles twitching, trying to overwhelm him in momentum.

"Besides... I'm helping you! A powerful and ambitious illegitimate son—do you think he'll thank you for letting him off? One day, he'll take back everything you owe him, down to the last bit! And your own daughter, your own son... do you think he'll spare them?!"

"Get lost if you know what's good for you! And... Geligao Solun has already tacitly approved; who the hell do you think you are, an heir who hasn't even taken over yet?!"

Luo Luo Kexi shook his head gently, looking at Elder Zakro, who was panting like a trapped beast. A rare flash of decisiveness surfaced on his indecisive face, like frost quietly covering a gentle lake, hiding the temperature beneath the ice.

"I don't count for anything."

"I am his father, nothing more."