"Why didn't you do anything? Why didn't you wipe them all out?"
When he reached his seat, the third prince's facial expression had distorted into a hideous grimace! If he hadn't already lost his power, he would have rushed forward to rip Long Yi to shreds! It took a lot for him to lower his voice enough that only they could hear.
"Because of that elf."
The old man spoke, his voice was hoarse as if his vocal cords were destroyed.
"It's just an elf who's a Dragon Language Instructor, and you're scared?"
The crown prince looked at the old man with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Are you questioning me?"
The old man's gaze swept over the Crown Prince, who immediately felt a terrifying aura of murder. He felt his hairs stand on end, his muscles tense, and found it even difficult to breathe.
"I, I'm not questioning you."
The Crown Prince stammered. Finally, the murderous aura faded, and he felt as though he had just taken a tour through hell, his body soaked in cold sweat.
