Every word Alvin spoke was like a mighty hammer, striking at the hearts of everyone around him!
And that line—"No one is born superior!"
His words struck like a stone tossed into a lake, stirring up a thousand ripples and igniting the rage of the hybrids and slaves!
Every shout, every word he spoke, was like a glimmer of dawn piercing the darkness and reaching into the hearts of the hybrids and slaves.
The next moment, the hybrids and slaves who should have been kneeling with their heads bowed in the dirt, looking up at the Trueborn, lifted their heads one after another. Their bloodshot eyes, bright with emotion, fixed on the warriors.
Yet even now, the Trueborn warriors, high above everyone else, still didn't realize how serious the situation was.
As the leader of the Trueborn warrior band, he saw these lowly slaves and hybrids daring to raise their heads before him, even looking at him with hatred, and his anger flared.
This was nothing less than a provocation—a challenge to them, nobles of pure blood!
"What's with that look?!" the Trueborn leader roared. He raised his barbed whip and lashed it viciously at a hybrid!
Crack!
The whip struck the hybrid across the face, its psychic force tearing open a horrifying wound!
Blood ran down the hybrid's face. But then something happened that sent a chill through the Trueborn leader and the warriors around him.
The hybrid who'd been whipped didn't lower his head and humbly apologize, as he would have before.
Instead, the fury in the hybrid slave's eyes seemed to catch fire!
He stared at the Trueborn leader with hatred and rage.
"You dare!"
The Trueborn leader flew into a rage.
He drew his sword and swung without hesitation.
Whoosh!
A flash of swordlight—and the hybrid's