Chapter 549: His Royal Highness the Prince

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At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, so much so that the Nine Dukes and the Gal Wolf King forgot to breathe, and ten pairs of eyes stared at Earl Aite on the ground, as if they were wooden sculptures!

Only Zhao Fan and Chen Chun'er looked at each other and smiled, then sat back on their chairs casually, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

After a minute, the nine Dukes moved at the same time, jumping around the body of Count Aite. Among them, Duke Nicholas squatted down and put his hand on the arm of the corpse. After a moment, he thought about it with great fear. Said: "Dead, but the blood energy is intact, not missing a trace. Although the facts are before us, we can't believe this is true!"

"Oh my God!"

"How did Jiangzhou Wuzun do it?"

"If you don't keep your word to him, will God really kill you?!"

"I bought it..."

The nine Dukes swallowed their saliva in unison, and immediately, all their eyes were focused on the face of the Chinese young man, looking into a pair of eyes as vast as the stars, but they could not see the depth of the other person at all.

"Don't you believe it, sir?"

Zhao Fan spread his hands and said calmly: "I wonder which Duke would like to experience it for himself. That should be convincing."

"Oh~ no!"

"Hell, China is so vast and rich in resources, and it has been inherited for five thousand years. God is so unfair."

"Jiangzhou Wu Zun, keep your mysterious method in your hands. When His Highness Williams comes, let him try it."



When the Ninth Duke heard that he was being asked to try it, he immediately became as cowardly as a little lamb. Who would be so stupid as to seek death?

"Then when can your prince come out?" Zhao Fan had a look of impatience on his eyebrows.

"Dear Jiangzhou Martial Lord, our Chinese friend of the blood clan, please wait a moment." Duke Nicholas' posture was extremely low.

"Why?" Zhao Fan frowned.

Duke Lux smiled apologetically and said: "Please move His Highness Williams only after the twelfth bell rings at midnight. Otherwise, he will be irrational and will kill whoever he meets. Once, our vampire family had ten great dukes. Now, The reason why one person is missing is precisely because he committed a taboo in advance that day and was killed by His Highness Williams indiscriminately and sucked into dried meat..."

"Okay." Zhao Fan yawned and closed his eyes casually, "Okay, call me."

The nine Dukes nodded one after another, and no one dared to look at Chen Chun'er like that.

Zhao Fan is already the embodiment of terror in the eyes of the Nine Dukes. Not only that, but even the Gal Wolf King has retreated in his heart, wondering if the blood race will sow the seeds of disaster if they choose him. After all, it is the one who offends. Jiangzhou Wu Zun is incredible and cannot be guessed by common sense!

This is a powerful symbol. One person, alone in the west, in the castle of a Duke of the Blood Tribe, faced nine Dukes and a Wolf King at the same time, but shocked the whole audience!

The weak can be bullied by others, but the strong can dominate the world. No matter where they are, they are fearless!

Next, the Nine Dukes became cautious, fearing that they might offend Jiangzhou Wu Zun and cause unreasonable disasters, while King Gallang sat there without saying a word, drinking sullenly...

Unknowingly, midnight falls in the west of the human world, while in the east, it is daytime on the contrary.

At this moment, the ancient big clock hanging on the wall rang for the first time, "Dong..."

The sound was far-reaching and spread throughout the ancient castle. On the trees outside, the black crows also echoed the mournful cries.

"Jiangzhou Wu Zun, midnight has arrived." Duke Nicholas whispered.

"Um……"

Zhao Fan opened his eyes, and without caring about his image, he stretched out as if no one else was around, "I haven't had enough sleep yet."

The Ninth Duke didn't know what to say, so they had to apologize.

The big clock rang again and again.

Finally, the twelfth blow fell into everyone's ears.

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