"Oscar, Ma Hongjun, the Tiandou Imperial Family wants him dead, and the Star Luo Empire won't save him. We..."
The words that followed went unspoken, yet they crashed down on Oscar and Ma Hongjun's hearts like a massive stone.
The two staggered back a step, their faces instantly turning deathly pale.
That was right. Even the country that had given him life and raised him had chosen to abandon him, and even his father, who shared his blood, refused to lend him a hand.
They were merely students and teachers from an academy, ordinary people. What could they possibly do?
Oscar's lips trembled. He wanted to say something, but not a single word came out. Tears fell like beads from a broken string.
Ma Hongjun's clenched fist loosened, then tightened again. His fingernails dug deeply into his flesh, while the flames in his eyes gradually went out, leaving only profound helplessness.
The three days passed quickly. By the execution platform outside Heaven Dou City, a dense crowd had already gathered, leaving no room to move.
Men and women, young and old, were packed together, craning their necks toward the platform. Their discussions rose and fell like waves.
"Hey, brother, weren't they supposed to execute that Dai Mubai today? How is it almost time, yet there's still no sign of him?"
A burly man in coarse-cloth clothing stood on tiptoe and leaned forward, his face full of anxiety.
Beside him, an old man waving a palm-leaf fan spoke leisurely:
"What's the rush? Haste makes waste. An execution like this still has procedures to follow."
"Just wait and see. I reckon they'll bring him up after another quarter of an hour."
"Exactly. I heard this Dai Mubai is a Prince of the Star Luo Empire, and that he killed our Tiandou Fourth