The moment Luca finished speaking, over ten thousand followers of The Nightmare Cult behind him simultaneously drew their weapons. The bright blades gleamed with a silver sheen under the sunlight, and everyone coldly stared at the dumbfounded lackeys of the Dukes.
Whether they were soldiers of the Dukes or guards from the Phillips family, all of them couldn't help but swallow nervously. The other side was clearly not here for friendly purposes.
"Luca the Count, the Phillips family's collusion with the Dawn God Sect should be handled by His Majesty. What exactly are you planning to do?" One of the commanders from Duke Mond·Stein's faction stepped forward.
Wiping cold sweat from his forehead, he cautiously spoke, "The situation in Dawn City is chaotic. You'd better not do anything rash."
The power the young man had previously demonstrated was something everyone feared. No one wanted to provoke this madman.
