Chapter 479 I Dare You
A woman in red armor made her way over. She was cool and had a red spear with her. Her aura was downright intimidating. That was Alessia Morey, the Phoenix King.
Xylus’ evaluation glasses hummed and rang. To everybody’s surprise, those glasses revealed that her power level was at least eight hundred thousand.
That meant she was on par with Octo Stella Warriors. Her power might even be equal to Novem Stella Warriors. Still, Quentin shook his head and said, “You have two Octo Stella Warriors with you, but that still won’t be enough.”
“Is that so?” A deep voice echoed around the place. It didn’t take long before a tall, muscular man stepped forward with a metallic rod that would actually be better described as a pillar. That was the Chelonian King.
“What if I were to join the fight as well?” asked Manticore King who was the last one to show up. The Four Greatest Divine Generals were all Octo Stella Warriors. When they stand united like that, even Quentin would be overwhelmed.
He was getting too old and was nearing one hundred and fifty years old. If he didn’t have the drugs that genetically modified him or if he had lost his incredible strength, he would long be gone. That was why he rarely got into fights.
Every time he got into a battle, his stamina and strength would be depleted. Quentin glared. “Are you sure you want to go against the Campbell clan?”
Kingsley calmly replied, “I don’t really care what price I have to pay. I’m simply here to humiliate Tyrone and the Campbell clan. Everyone here can slap Tyrone, and anyone who stands in our way will be killed.”
“Don’t you dare!” roared Tyrone as Xylus stepped up. Turned out that no one dared to go after them. Kingsley was there to help everyone, but at the end of the day, they would still have to return to Quadfield. What then?
What do they do if the Campbell clan came after them after Kingsley left?
“Anyone who goes after Tyrone today will be, in effect, declaring war against the Campbell clan,” announced Xylus. Just then, Donald stepped up and slowly made his way to them. “Then I will make the first move.”
Kingsley kept his expression stoic so that he wouldn’t slip or expose any secret. He simply said, “Okay, go ahead.”
Slowly but surely, Donald moved toward Tyrone. Xylus’ gaze turned evil. He reached out and tried to choke Donald with one hand.
Jennifer yelped, “Careful.” As soon as she finished speaking, an arm fell to the ground. Someone had cut it off cleanly.
No one knew when Kingsley made his move or how he showed up right in front of Donald within seconds, but they knew he was the one who severed Xylus’ arm. “Did you not hear what I said earlier?”
Xylus screamed in pain as he gripped his shoulder. Step by step, Donald moved toward Tyrone.
Quentin leaped to go to protect Tyrone, but he hadn’t even reached the place before all four Octo Stella Warriors barred his path. They stopped him in his track.
Tyrone stood up and glared evilly at Donald. “Donald Campbell!”
Donald was moving steadily forward and didn’t stop until he was standing right in front of Tyrone. The former put his hand on the latter’s throat and pushed him right back into his seat. Slap! A merciless slap swept across his face.
The entire place fell silent. Everyone was stunned at the sight of what had happened. Their eyes bulged as they stared in astonishment. It was simply too crazy.
That was the renowned Tyrone Campbell who was one of the heirs of the Campbell clan. And now, he had been slapped in public! “Stop it!” roared someone. The Campbell Clan’s Army was about to rush to his rescue.
“You imbecile!” The Horizon Group made their moves as well, and many stepped forward. They pointed their spears at the Campbell Clan’s Army, who were extremely loyal.
This is it. War is about to break out. Those were the thoughts that ran through quite a few minds. Even Neil was thinking of the same thing.
Tyrone was weak, didn’t know martial arts, and was born physically fragile. Hence, Donald could easily choke the guy and forced him back to his seat.
“Over a decade ago, you slapped my grandfather, even though you were only sixteen years old. I have repaid you for that today,” declared Donald as he towered over Tyrone and glared.
Tyrone’s gaze burned with cruelty as a palm print slowly bubbled up in his reddening face. He looked rather calm and somewhat kind earlier, but that same face was now shining evilly. In a harsh tone, he said, “Donald Campbell, have you thought about the consequences of your actions?”
