Chapter 1612
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Especially those old monsters, every one of them has reached the Crossing Tribulation stage. Any casual move from them isn't something that the Flowing Moon Sect can contend against.
He really didn't expect that things would turn out this way.
It should've been easy to snatch a magic weapon from the hands of a young female cultivator from the Azure Blue Realm.
At this moment, Lan Huahong suddenly laughs wildly, "Even if this zither doesn't belong to the Flowing Moon Sect, so what? Who dares to refuse what this Solitude wants?! And this woman, this Solitude also wants her! "
He points at Muyan, "Who dares to resist? Tomorrow, this Solitude will lead the Lan royal family's million cavalry to trample over your three tattered academies. "
"Your Highness!" Lan Feng says in disbelief, "How can you say such a thing? The face of the Lan royal family … "
Before he can finish, Lan Huahong has already lifted his foot and ruthlessly kicks him in the stomach, "Does this Solitude have the right to interrupt when this Solitude is speaking? This Solitude is a Prince of the royal family, with a noble bloodline. All of you trash here are merely ants under this Solitude's feet. Those who obey this Solitude will prosper, those who defy this Solitude will perish. Choose for yourselves! "
The scene is completely silent, but many people have angry expressions on their faces.
However, for a moment, no one dares to speak.
Because the Lan royal family represents one of the peak forces of the Ziyun Realm.
As long as they stomp their feet, half of the entire Azure Blue Realm can be flattened. How can they have the courage to resist?
Even the five clan heads are unable to restrain their anger, but in the end, they don't dare to jump out.
Lan Huahong looks at the tens of thousands of people present who are as silent as cicadas in winter, and his face shows an insolent and proud smile.
He slightly spreads his hands, feeling the pleasure of being the center of attention.
Everyone is merely an animal or an ant that he can trample at will under his feet.
He can get any kind of woman he wants, any kind of magic weapon he wants, he can take it for himself. This is the feeling of being a Prince of the Lan family!
It's really too wonderful, too intoxicating!
At this moment, a low but clear voice rings out, "Animal Hong, who gave you the right to call yourself this Solitude?!"
Hearing the three words' animal Hong ', Lan Huahong suddenly opens his eyes, revealing a frightened expression. He almost instinctively screams, "Who said I'm animal Hong, I'm not! Who are you? Get out here! "
Lan Feng, Li Zupeng and the others also heard this sound.
Li Zupeng and the others were scared out of their wits. Their eyes quickly scanned their surroundings.
Lan Feng's expression changed drastically. Why did that voice sound so similar … so similar …
Moreover, why did this name sound so familiar?
Just as Lan Huahong turned pale with fright, a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of him. Then, something was ruthlessly stabbed into the skin on the back of his neck.
Lan Huahong screamed and fiercely flung him backwards. The figure was immediately flung out and fell to the ground, letting out a muffled groan.
"Assassin! There's an assassin! "Lan Huahong roared." Quickly kill that assassin! "
Lan Feng instinctively protected his master. He grabbed the person who had fallen to the ground and locked his neck tightly.
However, just as he was about to break the assassin's neck, he suddenly met a pair of familiar eyes.
That pair of eyes stared fixedly at him. The bottom of the eyes were clear and limpid, carrying an inherent nobility. When the eyes looked at him, there was a trace of childish admiration.
Lan Feng was instantly stunned. This child's eyes, this youth's eyes, why are they so similar to his highness?
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