Even as the Thirteenth Prince, he could only curse under his breath, shouting about sending troops to flatten the Hero's Palace, but in reality, he dared not do a thing. He was polite even to the Holy Men of the Holy Court, not to mention facing the women inside the Hero's Palace.
Saying is one thing, but the Thirteenth Prince knew clearly that the Hero was someone he could not provoke.
Even the Prince couldn't provoke him, yet you, an unknown, hideous bumpkin exuding a sleazy nouveau riche aura from head to toe, dare to say you want to kill the Hero?
The reckless ridicule made Mitsui Kenta fall silent for two seconds.
Amid his narrow eyes, a cold light faintly flickered.
The next moment, the leading man felt an overwhelming scent of blood assaulting him, and the laughter of his surrounding companions abruptly ceased.
An indescribable fear swept over his entire body, the inexplicable chill making him shudder uncontrollably, goosebumps covering his skin.
