The eldest prince's heart skipped a beat and his face turned pale, "What do you mean?"
King Mo Ting ignored him and raised his hand. His powerful aura made the guards stop and listen to him.
There was coldness in his bones, and he spat out word by word, "I declare here that if anyone dares to disobey my order, his nine tribes will be punished, and none of his young children will be spared."
His voice paused and his face darkened, "I issue a royal order to capture these rebels."
As soon as he shouted, the situation changed again, and more people joined the battle.
After all, this decree is too powerful. To kill the nine tribes, how many relatives will die? No, all the relatives will be killed, and no one will be left.
Who can bear such punishment?
Seeing that the situation was not good, the eldest prince shouted sternly, "Those who obey my orders and submit to me will be promoted to the third level."
A few more people hesitated and hesitated.
King Mo Ting sneered a few times, with murderous intent oozing out of his voice, "You are not Mo Ting's master, and you are not worthy of giving such an order."
"As long as I ascend the throne, I will let everyone share the wealth and honor..." The eldest prince did not believe that he would lose, but in the blink of an eye, several figures flew over, "Ah... come here, help."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was captured and brought to King Mo Ting
Others went to capture the eldest prince, thinking that she was a weak woman with no strength, and that the assassination of the second prince just now was just a fluke.
Unexpectedly, she actually had two hands and started fighting with the guards.
What surprised everyone was that the eldest princess was so skilled that more than a dozen guards could not do anything to her.
This reality shocked many people's faces and changed their expressions. King Mo Ting's face became increasingly ugly, and his eyes were so complicated that it was difficult to describe.
Aorong has been watching the excitement and has no intention of intervening.
These twists and turns are more enjoyable than watching TV series. No wonder I say that art comes from life. It’s true.
But when I saw this, I was really curious and approached Qingcang and asked quietly, "Is this person also your subordinate?"
Qingcang's eyes were fixed on the fighting scene, "Of course not, but her skills seem familiar, as if she's seen them somewhere before."
Seeing him looking so intently, she felt a little uncomfortable, so she pretended to be calm and asked, "Do you know her?"