Myriad Races Bestiary: You Call This an F-Tier Talent?
Chapter 3202

Father, You... Are Old!

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At this moment, the one who entered the solemn council hall of the Black Tortoise Race royal court was none other than Second Crown Prince Erh—the prince whom the Eight Wise Kings had looked down upon because of his concubine-born status, deeming him unfit for great responsibilities, yet who had been the first to propose the strategic concept of the Wild Hunt Operation before choosing to enter seclusion and disappearing from sight for a long time!

However, times had changed. Facing the father king whom he had once needed to look up to with utmost respect, Erh's eyes no longer held the slightest trace of reverence. There was only icy contempt.

He did not even spare the Eight Wise Kings, sprawled limply on the ground, a proper glance. Instead, he led a group of deeply imposing figures past him and headed straight toward the Tortoise Lord's throne at the end of the hall—the symbol of the Black Tortoise Race's supreme authority!

Just as Erh, with undisguised desire for power burning nearly like a flame in his eyes, extended his hand and was about to touch the cold, majestic armrest of the throne, some inexplicable strength supported the Eight Wise Kings as he struggled to his feet and let out a roar mixed with shock, rage, and despair:

"Traitorous son! You... what are you trying to do?!"

Erh slowly turned around. Toward the Eight Wise Kings, who now put on a fierce front while inwardly weak, like a guttering candle in the wind, he could not even be bothered to show the slightest emotional fluctuation. He merely gave him a faintly smiling, deeply mocking look, his tone calm enough to chill the heart.

"Father, you... are old."

Such simple words, yet their unspoken meaning

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