With a soft shout, the arrow condensed from blue flames dissipated with a sizzling sound in the air!
Wang Teng heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. However, his expression didn't change. He was as calm as ever. He even looked at the bald man, Sinclair, provocatively. There was a cold smile at the corner of his lips.
Damn baldy, you think I'm afraid of you just because you look fierce?
The veins on Sinclair's forehead were bulging. If he hadn't been stopped, he probably really wanted to beat Wang Teng to death.
"Sinclair, Wang Teng, this is the Aristocratic Council. You can't be presumptuous here," the elder said calmly as he glanced at the two of them.
"Elder, you can't blame me for this. This damn baldy is a Region Lord, but he bullied me, a Planet-level martial artist, and even brazenly took my baron seal. You must uphold justice for me." Wang Teng's expression changed, and he started to act pitiful.
"… Damn, damn baldy!" Cao Guan hadn't recovered from the shock just now, and when he heard Wang Teng's words, his face was full of shock.
This guy didn't want to live anymore. He actually dared to call Lord Sinclair a damn baldy!
The others also had strange expressions. They wanted to laugh but were trying their best to hold it in. They had all undergone strict aristocratic etiquette training, and under normal circumstances, they definitely wouldn't laugh, unless they really couldn't hold it in … Hahaha!
Creak!
Sinclair clenched his fists. His eyes were really spitting fire. He was furious.
The elder felt a headache coming on. "Wang Teng, don't curse people casually in the Aristocratic Council."
"Okay, Elder, I was wrong. I definitely won't curse people in the council next time." Wang Teng quickly nodded.
There didn't seem to be anything wrong with this, but there was something strange about it.
If he didn't curse people in the council, would he still do it outside?
This kid was really daring.
The elder's eyes twitched. It wasn't easy for someone of his level to be affected. However, it only lasted for an instant. He quickly regained his composure and said, "Since you can't prove your identity, then we'll wait until we find out the truth before deciding the successor. Before that, you're not allowed to leave the Imperial City."
Hearing the elder's words, Cao Guan became happy again. Although he did not achieve his goal today, as long as this kid could not prove his identity, he would not be able to become the successor.
"Let's check it out then." The other members of the Pavilion nodded in agreement.
Wang Teng's performance just now let them know that this planetary state martial artist wasn't a pushover. Those who were originally on Cao Hongtu's side didn't say anything.
Even the Pyrax Family, one of the Eight Great Kings, dared to provoke them. If they were to stand out, they would only be asking for a snub.
They weren't afraid of Wang Teng, but they didn't want to lose face.
In fact, they had already treated Wang Teng as a dying man. After offending Sinqueraymond, he had no chance of surviving. They just had to wait and see the result.
Everyone got up and prepared to leave, thinking that the meeting was over.
"Hmph!"
Sincramon snorted and glared at Wang Teng with a cold gaze.
This gaze was almost a death sentence for Wang Teng.
No one could survive after offending the Pyrax Family.
Cao Guan sneered at Wang Teng. He stood up and shook his long robe. His gaze was scornful as he turned around and prepared to leave.
However, at this moment, Wang Teng sat down and said calmly, "Who said I can't prove it?"
Everyone stopped in their tracks!
Other than the elder, everyone had already stood up. However, after hearing Wang Teng's words, they couldn't help but look back with the same thought in their eyes.
Are you f * cking kidding us?
Cao Guan shuddered and turned to stare at Wang Teng.
This kid can actually prove it!
An ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
Sinqueraymond's gaze was gloomy, and he frowned slightly.
Only the Grand Secretary remained seated with a meaningful smile on his face.
"Wang Teng, you're crazy!" Yuan Gungun seemed to know what Wang Teng was going to do. He shouted in his mind, "No, absolutely not. You'll die."
"After offending the Pyrax Family, why should I be afraid of other martial artists?" Wang Teng's tone was calm, but he said softly in his mind, "When you have too many lice, you won't itch. When you have too many debts, you won't worry. I won't die."
"You!" Yuan Gungun was speechless.
At this moment, Wang Teng saw that everyone's eyes were on him. He smiled and activated the inheritance imprint left by Nangong Yue.
Runes appeared between his eyebrows!
As the Runes lit up, the Baron Seal on the table also lit up at the same time, echoing with each other, as if indicating the connection between the two parties.
"This is … an inheritance!"
"It's actually an inheritance!"
"Nangong Yue actually left the inheritance of the Nangong Family to Wang Teng!"
All the members of the Council were shocked when they saw this scene. Their expressions became complicated.
Meanwhile, Cao Guan's expression instantly turned ugly.
The inheritance of the Nangong Family!
This was undoubtedly the inheritance of the Nangong Family.
His father was a direct disciple of Nangong Yue, but he did not receive the inheritance. All these years, they had been trying to enter the Nangong Family's treasury to obtain more inheritance knowledge. However, without the inheritance imprint and the Baron Seal, they could not enter no matter what.
They had the treasury, but they could not enjoy the treasures within it. One could imagine how frustrated and depressed they were.
However, the inheritance had now appeared on Wang Teng.
Cao Guan was envious and jealous!
His eyes were red. He wanted nothing more than to snatch the inheritance imprint from Wang Teng and press it on himself.
Sincremon was expressionless. He only looked at Wang Teng with a cold gaze.
"I wonder if you will acknowledge my identity as the heir with this inheritance imprint as proof?" Wang Teng scanned his surroundings. His gaze paused on Cao Guan and Sinclair's faces for a moment before he spoke calmly.
Smack! Smack!
This was definitely a slap in the face!
A blatant slap in the face!
The members of the Council looked at Cao Guan with complicated expressions. They could not help but sympathize with him. They also sympathized with the absent Territorial Lord Cao Hongtu.
This Baron was getting further and further away from them!
He was clearly a duck that was about to be caught, but now he was about to fly away.
Everyone could almost imagine Cao Guan and Cao Hongtu's expressions after hearing this news. If it were them, they would be so depressed that they wanted to vomit blood.
"Since he has the inheritance, there is no need to doubt his identity as the heir." The Council Elder nodded.
His words were the final word. He represented the Council of Aristocrats and the Qian Empire's acknowledgment of Wang Teng's identity.
Cao Guan's face turned pale.
Sincremon did not say a word. He swung his sleeves and strode out of the hall.
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