"Misunderstanding..."
Flender's voice was hoarse, thick with weakness.
He pushed away Yu Xiaogang, who was trying to support him, then forced himself to raise his head and look at the young man standing with his back to the moonlight.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, this is all a misunderstanding."
"We never meant to truly offend you. It's just... I also have to give my old friend an explanation."
What Flender valued most in life was his pride and his loyalty to his brothers. But now, faced with strength that could crush everything, pride was worth less than the mud beneath his feet.
For a brief moment just now, he had truly smelled death.
Yu Xiaogang had also come to his senses. Looking at Flender, whose Martial Soul had been shattered and who could barely stand, he was stunned and shaken to the core.
Just then, a rush of hurried, chaotic footsteps came from the other end of the street.
The clatter of armor rang especially sharply through the quiet night.
Prince Xue Xing came running over, panting, with a squad of fully armed Royal Imperial Guards. Prince Xue Beng followed behind him, bowing and scraping.
Prince Xue Xing took in the scene at a glance.
Two men who usually cut impressive figures in Heaven Dou City were now sprawled before Lin Qiu like beaten dogs.
This was an opportunity!
A glint flashed in Prince Xue Xing's cloudy old eyes.
He had lost face at the auction. If he could help His Highness the Holy Son vent his anger now, perhaps he could win back a few points.
After all, who wouldn't want to cling to a tree as mighty as Spirit Hall?
"Brazen villains!"
Prince Xue Xing shouted and hurried to Lin Qiu's side, glaring furiously at Flender and Yu