The audience fell silent as Elena finished speaking.

The most poisonous woman's heart, now they have learned what is called poison and what is called yin, according to Elena, it is equivalent to pushing Habia III into a dilemma, which is simply a strategy to force the palace.

If Habia III is determined to kill Butian, it is to bet the entire Principality of Crook on the table, and it is still a game of losing money.

Although the Duchy of Crook was ruled by Habia III, not all the interests of the entire state belonged to Habia III personally.

If, because of Habia III's personal vendettas, the interests of all the people of the entire country are lost as bargaining chips, then even Habia III is the de facto ruler of the Principality of Crook, he will be condemned and opposed by everyone.

Even the most powerful and revered protector of the Principality of Crook would be enraged and deprive Habia III of his dominance for the sake of the people's hearts and the interests of the entire country.

After all, principalities are different from kingdoms and empires, and although the Grand Duke of a country has the supreme status, he is actually subject to the supervision and restraint of the Protector of the Martial Saints. After all, the French Continent respects the strong, and the Protector Martial Saints are generally held by people with outstanding strength, and this kind of giant only pursues strength, but when it comes to the world, he only appears when the Principality is in danger.

Although Habiya III's strength has reached the quasi-high-level level, in the eyes of the Protector Martial Saint who has stepped into the high-level for many years, he is just a child whose hair has not yet grown, and he can be destroyed.

"Tsk... I now know why some people often say that it is better to offend villains than women. Looking at the old face of Nahabia III who was uncertain and chameleon-like, Butian was depressed in his heart, and comfortably took out a vial containing Xueyang Dan from his arms, threw two of them in his mouth and chewed them happily.

"Kill my prince, this matter can't stop because of your words, this is not only my personal grudge, but also related to the status and prestige of my Crook Principality in the eyes of other neighboring countries, if a royal child is killed in front of me, but I am indifferent, then what is the prestige of my Crook Principality?"

Habia III's chest rose and fell like a twitching bellows, his tone was low, and his eyes were extremely cold, but he still refused to give up.

Sean snorted coldly, his white pupils exuding a cold glow, obviously a little impatient.

At this moment, Angelo, who had been silent and watching, suddenly spoke: "Since His Majesty has made up his mind to kill... Then please take action now, my Holy Light Academy can not interfere in this matter, but after this matter, the qualification challenge will be stopped. In the future, your Crook Principality will also be included in the blacklist of my Holy Light Academy forever, and how to decide is all up to Your Majesty. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and the eyes of the heads of many big forces flashed, and the tension in their hearts was like a tense string.

It can be said that at this moment, Habia III's every move has touched everyone's hearts, and the two choices of killing or not killing also represent the future direction of the Crook Principality and the conflict of interests between the major forces.

No one wants to break with the relationship with such a top power as the Holy Light Academy, let alone be included in the blacklist of the Holy Light Academy from now on, but the decision on this matter is only on Habia III alone, and everyone is only worried in their hearts.

At this moment, at the sixth ring, the voice of the fourth prince Claire came, and his tone seemed a little eager: "Father... This is not possible..."

"Shut up!" Before Claire could finish speaking, Habia III interrupted angrily.

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, Habia III is like a mirror in his heart, and he is naturally very clear about his son's little thoughts.

The family affection between the royal brothers is weak, don't look at the usual talk and laughter, but behind the scenes, they are more ruthless than the other, for Claire, Clarence is dead, not only will he not feel sad and sad, but he will cheer in his heart.

After all, Clarence's qualifications and talents in martial arts are still above him, and the cultivation resources he enjoys are also richer than him. Now that this has been killed, he Claire will instead get more cultivation resources, and if he obtains the number of students of the Holy Light Academy again, it will undoubtedly make his position more stable, and he is expected to inherit the position of Grand Duke of the Principality of Crook in the future and win the high-ranking rank.

However, this beautiful conjecture must be based on the premise that Habia III will not kill Butian, and the Principality of Crook will not break with the relationship with the Holy Light Academy, so as soon as Angelo's words that seemed to be instigating and conniving were spoken, Claire was anxious and hurriedly tried to persuade her.

"Today's events must not be stopped, many years ago my eldest son was killed, and I am powerless to avenge this matter, and I have always regarded it as a great shame for my life. Today I have another prince killed, and the murderer is right in front of me, no matter what... Even if I abandon this position as a Grand Duke, I will take revenge.

I only made one palm, and after one palm, life and death mattered.

If this kid is lucky enough to die, it should be his creation, and my revenge for the loss of my son can be concluded, and it can be regarded as a satisfactory answer to the thousands of people up and down the Principality of Crook.

This palm, enmity and hatred, do you dare to take it?" In the attention of thousands of eyes, Habya III's face was gloomy, and he looked at Butian with murderous intent, and sneered in his heart.

The power of a quasi-high-level palm, maybe a strong person whose strength has reached the middle level 5 can barely take it with serious injuries, but with the strength of the middle level 3 of Butian, he will die when he touches it, and there is no suspense.

Fang Cai's palm blasted out and turned the entire ring into a huge pit, which was already a vast power that fell into everyone's eyes, and it was an unrivaled peerless power.

No one believed that Bu Tian would respond to this mortal palm, and I am afraid that even a fool would wisely choose to refuse after witnessing the terrifying power of Habia III's palm just now.

Elena frowned, glanced at Angelo with a slight displeasure, and finally sighed and shook her head, closing her eyes.

When Sean heard this, he laughed loudly, and the laughter was like spring thunder, and at the end of the laugh, his eyes were cold and locked on Habia III, and his tone contained incomparably arrogant: "I, Sean, are here today, I want to see what is so earth-shattering about the power of your palm, don't say that your palm is ten palms and a thousand palms, what can you do to me? With your quasi-high-level strength, let a junior take the next palm, do you still have to worry about the word face?"

"Face?" Habya III sneered: "My son died tragically, avenging my son, at any cost, what is face?"

"Hmph... I have said in the past, Brent is under my protection, and here I am today, and I will see if you can kill before me, and if you have any means, I will see if you can kill before me. Sean snorted coldly and did not give an inch, facing Habia III, the Grand Duke of the country, a quasi-high-level powerhouse, without any mercy.

Butian's heart is slightly warm, although he has not been with Sean for a long time, but judging from a series of things that have happened these days, Sean is a person and his promise, as long as he should do something, he will never regret it, and even in order to fulfill his promise, he will not hesitate to break the rules and turn his face with several magistrates.

He didn't know why Sean would spare so much effort to help him, and sometimes he would wonder if the other party had other plans for him to protect him like this, but in the end, Butian dispelled the idea of living a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain.

Although some people have known each other for a long time, they are like first acquaintances, and some people have just met, as if they have known each other for a long time.

Sean was able to help him like this, not because he had nothing to do. Perhaps, when people lose their temper with each other, all the help seems so natural and natural.

In the field, Sean's figure floated in the air, confronting Habia III from afar, and for a while the atmosphere seemed a little subtle, full of gunpowder, and it seemed that a war would start if he didn't agree with him.

Butian smiled at the corner of his mouth, but he spoke at this moment: "Senior Sean, this matter started because of the junior, please listen to the junior." ”

The words spread, although the voice was not loud, but almost all the people present heard it, and they all turned their eyes to Butian, wanting to see what he had to say.

Elena frowned, opened her beautiful eyes and looked in the direction of Butian, for Butian, Elena had a slight impression when she first met, but with a series of things that happened later, this good feeling gradually faded away, and was replaced by a disgust and disdain from the bottom of her heart.

Especially with the occurrence of today's events, Butian has become a reckless spokesperson in his mind.

"If you have anything to say, it doesn't matter, I'm here to keep you safe. Sean's gaze fell on Butian, his eyes were flat, but the meaning of protection in his tone was obvious.

Bu Tian smiled, and then his gaze swept to Habya III, and said: "I killed His Royal Highness the Fifth Prince today, although this move is reckless, but there is no child's play in the fight, and there are no eyes in the fists and feet, and I am worthy of my heart." It is also human nature for His Majesty to avenge his son and kill me, but I don't know if His Majesty's one-palm covenant can be counted?"

"Brent—" Sean stared at him, his brows furrowed, but when he came into contact with a line of sight cast by Bu Tian, he finally chose to continue listening.

"Idiot. Elena sneered, looking at Butian as if she were looking at a stupid and hopeless fool, and the many magistrates on the stone pillar beside him also sneered, and Baker was even more unscrupulous.

Butian's words, as if a stone stirred up a thousand waves, this is clearly a provocation, wanting to answer the promise of the palm without knowing the height of the sky, the crowd was in a commotion, and they all looked at Butian and pointed, I don't know whether to say that he is stupid, or that he has commendable courage.

Habya III was also stunned at first, but then he reacted, stared at Butian for a long time with strange eyes, and slowly spoke: "The words spoken, the water spilled, this water spilled, I don't even want a basin, a palm of the covenant, everyone present can witness it." ”