Yatai Policy: The New Order of the Mainland

Chapter 941 Lan Ai (Part 1)

Lord never expected his opponent to be able to use the White Tiger Star Descent Technique. Although his Fire Phoenix was also of the same level, his attention was diverted by the Golden Hound, and in his panic, he was unable to react in time and was hit solidly by a tiger claw. The Fire Phoenix crawled on the ground in a sorry state.

The whole place was in an uproar!

Clang... A loud phoenix cry, filled with grief and indignation, rang out. Sparks flew everywhere, the fire phoenix's form faded, and a ferocious-looking Lord appeared in the center of the battlefield.

This fellow, as the eighth disciple of Gongzhuang Deming, was renowned, yet he rarely had the opportunity to appear on such an international stage. Now, having failed to show off his skills and gain prestige, he had instead been humiliated, and one can imagine his frustration.

"I was going to spare your life, but you've gone too far. So don't blame me for being ruthless and die!" Lord shouted as he clasped his hands together, and a dazzling line of fire shot out, striking the White Tiger's brow.

The white tiger looked arrogant, clearly not taking its opponent's attack seriously. It raised one front paw to block its brow, while simultaneously swinging its other front paw to sweep at the enemy.

"Damn it! Dunpra is probably going to suffer a loss!" Qiu Yuanshan, the leader of the Shadows, who was watching the battle from the crowd, sighed softly.

"No way! Lord's Fire Phoenix was broken, how can ordinary fire attacks possibly defeat the Star Descending White Tiger?" Yuan Yao asked, puzzled.

"His moves are ordinary, but his elemental energy is top-notch! You see, the flames in Lord's hands are exactly the same, but they are actually two different true fires, one auspicious and the other malevolent. He can combine two mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining elements to launch an attack, so his strength is indeed far above that of King Sulier..." Qiu Yuanshan replied in the tone of a grandmaster.

Before the comment was finished, the fire line had already pierced through the tiger's claws that were blocking, and struck the white tiger's face directly.

The white tiger let out a bloodcurdling scream and fell backward, naturally neutralizing the attack of its other claw.

"Die!" Lord became arrogant again after his successful attack. He leaped forward and fired two fireballs at the same time, ready to end the battle.

Unexpectedly, the overturned white tiger unleashed a surprising move, its tail, as thick as a sapling, curling out and piercing Lord's unsuspecting chest with lightning speed.

“Dunpra publicly killed Gongzhuang Deming’s disciple. McKen will never let Sulier get away with this. Let’s prepare to make our move!” Yuan Yao whispered to Qiu Yuanshan, who was stunned by the sudden plot twist.

"Ah..." Lord groaned in pain, staring in disbelief at the spear piercing his chest, its butt still trembling.

The moment it struck its opponent, the white tiger vanished without a trace, its tail transforming into a long spear—Dumpra's preferred weapon.

"Heh! Your strength is indeed formidable, I am no match for you! But you should understand that arrogance and frivolity are the true culprits that kill you, and the lessons taught by the Suliel people are always written in blood!" Dumbledore said proudly as he reappeared.

In truth, this king was also in a sorry state, with a gaping wound between his brows, the bone exposed and blood still gushing out, and his entire body covered in soot and burns. However, no one dared to mock him, not only because of this brilliant victory against overwhelming odds, but also because, looking across the entire arena, who would dare to publicly kill a high-ranking general in the McKen army? Especially since this man was a disciple of Gongzhuang Deming!

"Your Majesty! Come back! I beg you!" Elsma suddenly cried out desperately. If it weren't for the maids around her stopping her, the queen would probably have already rushed out.

Dunpra laughed wildly, his body surging with chaotic and uncontrollable energy fluctuations. Everyone assumed this was a normal reaction after a desperate battle, but only a few knew it was a sign of the drug taking effect.

“Lord is arrogant and courting death; he has no one to blame but himself! But Dumbledore can't be allowed to live either. He must have already sensed the abnormality in his body, and sooner or later he'll suspect Elsma!” Etesban whispered in Griss's ear as King Suliel and the Queen locked eyes. Seeing his beloved exchanging glances with Dumbledore, Griss's anger surged. And Lord was, after all, his junior brother; how could he not avenge him?!

A figure flashed by, and before everyone could see it, Gris had appeared in front of Dumbledore. He uttered only four words, "A life for a life," and lightly patted King Suryl's chest.

Poor Dempras, the hero who had just defeated his opponent despite being a level above him, was unable to dodge the seemingly slow attack. With a soft "pop," he collapsed to the ground, crawling at Griss's feet.

"Senior brother, I don't want to die..." Lord, barely clinging to Gris's arm, groaned unwillingly.

“I’ll take you back to McKinsey right now. My master is a man of profound learning and he will surely be able to restore you to your former state…” Looking at his junior brother’s increasingly unfocused eyes, Gris felt a pang of pain in his heart and could only offer words of comfort.

"I... I want you to slaughter all the people of Suliel to avenge me, or else I..." Lord suddenly shouted, but he stopped mid-sentence.

"Hmph! Do you think all the people of Suliel are just pigs and dogs to be slaughtered?!" With a cold rebuke, Emin helped the pale-faced queen to her side, with four maids protecting her.

“Your Majesty…” Seeing the barely breathing Dumbledore, Elsma could no longer care about anything else. She threw herself at him, sobbing uncontrollably.

This made Gris feel even worse. He could tell that the woman's behavior was not pretentious and that she clearly had genuine feelings for Dempra.

"What did you just say? If I really want to harm the Suliel people, what are you going to do?" Feeling guilty, Gris didn't dare to do anything to Elsma, so he directed his anger at Emin.

Feeling the overwhelming pressure emanating from his opponent, Aimin struggled to suppress the urge to kneel and surrender. He bit his tongue, the pain finally bringing back a sliver of clarity. "In a public duel, life and death are left to fate. But you attacked me while my strength was exhausted; your despicable actions are utterly outrageous!"

“Lord brought this upon himself, even on his deathbed he wanted the people of Suliel to be buried with him. His narrow-mindedness and wickedness are unparalleled! And you,” seeing that Dumbledore’s life was hanging by a thread, Emin decided to go all out and shouted angrily, “So what if you are powerful? If you only know how to bully the weak and can’t distinguish right from wrong, I’d rather die by your hand than accept it!”

In terms of strength, Emin probably couldn't even withstand one move from Gris, but his impassioned words at this moment were quite impressive.

Justice resides in the hearts of the people. Everyone present saw everything clearly and couldn't help but secretly applaud Emin while shaking their heads repeatedly at the arrogant and shameless behavior of the McKinsey people.

"Be on guard!" Etesban chuckled coldly upon seeing this and gave the order in a low voice. Immediately, a chilling aura rose, and the McCann camp seemed to instantly become a unified force, issuing a menacing warning to everyone.

"Heh!" Faced with the questioning, Gris laughed instead of getting angry. He looked around and said coldly, "I only want your life. I don't need your submission anymore! From the moment Dumpra openly provoked McCann, all the people of Suliel should have understood that the consequence of opposing McCann is certain death. Even if you want to surrender now, it's too late!"

A sharp killing intent swept over him, and Ai Min couldn't withstand it, taking several steps back. He adopted a defensive stance, preparing to fight to the death.

"Queen, why are you crying? Haven't the people of Suliel experienced enough war over the past few centuries? Yet, no enemy has ever truly managed to take over this land..." Just then, Dumbledore slowly regained consciousness and spoke softly to the tearful Elsma.

Ai Min: Where is justice?