The green-clad playboy's threat didn't anger anyone—in fact, everyone found it rather funny.
After wiping out the Tanner Clan, everyone except Ian Song had a change of mindset. They now knew their young master was as strong as a ninth-tier War General, maybe even stronger.
Now, a Law-Phase junior had come to threaten their young master—it was like an ant threatening an elephant. What else could they do but laugh?
As for the crowd behind him, no one paid them any mind. Even if their young master didn’t act, Flora Thrall’s poison arts alone could annihilate all of them.
“I’m not in the mood to kill today. Since I’m in a good mood, you’d better get lost!” Ian Song replied lazily.
“What?”
Hearing Ian Song’s words, the green-clad youth grew furious and snarled, “Do you know who I am?”
“Not interested.”
Ian Song waved impatiently. “Just get lost already!”
A lackey jumped out and shouted, “How dare you! Young Master Du is the son of Chief Steward Du from the Du Family—one of Skywind City’s twelve great families. If you know what’s good for you, hand over those five women now, or you’re dead!”
The Du Family, one of Skywind City’s twelve great families, ranked just below the Tanners at fourth place.
Scared now, aren’t you?
Seeing Ian Song stay silent, the lackey thought he’d intimidated him and kept going: “Chief Steward Du is drinking right now at Mystic Heaven Pavilion—the best restaurant in Skywind City—with the Dragonfolk Third Prince. Do you even know who the Dragonfolk Third Prince is?”
This time, before Ian Song could reply, Flora Thrall cut in with extreme impatience: “Enough! Didn’t you hear what our young master said? If you don’t get lost, I’ll show you what I can do!”
Looks like you don’t know how to accept a toast—so you’ll have to drink the punishment wine… Ah!
Before the green-clad youth could finish, he let out a miserable scream, his whole body turning black as he collapsed to the ground. Then, with a series of thuds, over two hundred people fell, each face shrouded in dark qi.
Let’s go!
Ian Song waved them on. He and the others were unfazed by the scene—even a careless seventh-tier War General could fall to Flora Thrall’s poison, let alone these small fries. Now that Flora had untied her inner knots, she showed restraint; otherwise, she wouldn’t have left any of them alive.
At that moment, inside Mystic Heaven Pavilion—the finest restaurant in Skywind City.
The heads and top elders of the eleven great families—Zhao, Yan, Zhou, Wu, Du, Cui, and others—were all gathered there. Prefect Lord Kane Ji, Chief Constable Frank Murong, and the main and deputy Order Masters of the Nether-Dragon Sect, along with several elders, were also present.
The eleven family heads, Prefect Lord Kane Ji, and Nether-Dragon Sect’s Order Master Nate Yan surrounded the Dragonfolk Third Prince like stars clustering around the moon.
The Third Prince looked no different from a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old human youth—golden robes, black hair draped over his shoulders, but with a lazy air as if half-asleep.
At that moment, he was lying on the lap of the beautiful white-clothed woman who had driven his carriage, with two more beauties attending him and serving wine.
By normal standards, such behavior would be shockingly rude, but those present pretended not to notice—some even praised him for being uninhibited and extraordinary.
During this time, all kinds of flattery were showered on the Third Prince without restraint.
Most spoke with a look of eager flattery.
They’d heard that the Third Prince had set out from the far east, passing through hundreds of cities and stopping at eight. Every faction that hosted him received substantial benefits—the most coveted being Transforming-Dragon Grass, a treasure herb found only among the Dragonfolk.
Transforming-Dragon Grass brings enormous physical benefits—even a Demigod warrior who consumes a single stalk will see their body’s toughness double.
Time passed slowly.
The Third Prince straightened up from the maid’s long, white thighs, and everyone below also sat up straighter in anticipation.
The Third Prince spoke up: “I’m sure you’ve all heard about my preferences. Whoever can offer a beautiful human virgin, and is chosen by me, will receive ten stalks of Transforming-Dragon Grass!”
Dragons are naturally lustful, and the Dragonfolk inherit true-dragon blood, so the Third Prince is extremely lecherous. He has a special quirk—he dislikes Dragonfolk women and prefers human beauties.
On his westward journey, he boasted that he wouldn’t return until he’d slept with all the beautiful women of the Human Race, and his final destination was the Central Empire’s imperial capital.
He chose that destination specifically to sleep with several beautiful human princesses.
When the crowd heard the Third Prince’s words, their eyes lit up.
They immediately sent word for the beauties waiting outside to come in.
Suddenly, the hall was filled with feminine fragrance as girls of various looks and temperaments appeared, turning the place into a garden of competing blossoms.
Seeing the hundreds of human beauties, the Third Prince’s eyes gleamed with lust as he swept his gaze across them. Then he pointed at a green-clad girl: “You, stand aside!”
The Du Family patriarch was overjoyed and couldn’t help but laugh, “I told you my Tammy was a natural beauty—sure enough, she’s caught the Third Prince’s eye!”
Indeed, the green-clad girl was his youngest daughter, Tammy Du, just seventeen this year.
The others, seeing the Du Family’s girl chosen, couldn’t help but feel jealous. Many looked hopeful that their own daughters would be picked next.
“You, you, and you—stand aside too!”
The Third Prince pointed at three more girls.
“Ha! My Yan Family’s daughter was chosen!” the Yan patriarch laughed.
“Yes! My Nether-Dragon Sect disciple was chosen too. Excellent!” The sect master, Nate Yan, stroked his beard and smiled calmly, though inwardly he was overjoyed.
Ten stalks of Transforming-Dragon Grass can’t be bought with spirit crystals. Though each person can only use one, ten stalks would greatly boost the sect’s strength.
Next, the Third Prince picked five more girls, sending the Du Family patriarch into a frenzy of joy—another of his daughters was chosen.
“All right, that’s nine. The rest can leave.”
The Third Prince waved his hand.
Those whose daughters weren’t chosen looked extremely disappointed.
“A spring night is worth a thousand gold. That’s all for today—I’m off with my beauties!”
The Third Prince waved, then wrapped his arms around the waists of two beauties and headed toward the supreme guest room, the other seven girls trailing behind.
His white-clothed attendant produced ninety stalks of Transforming-Dragon Grass and handed them to the family heads whose daughters had been chosen. Their faces instantly lit up with joy.
Catching sight of this, the Third Prince curled his lip in contempt. Transforming-Dragon Grass was worthless among the Dragonfolk—only monopolized by the royal clan.
He quickly dismissed those thoughts, focusing instead on how to enjoy himself with the nine beauties. He sighed inwardly—once, in his past life, he was a worthless loser, but now he was the Dragonfolk Third Prince, Drake Liu. Being born well really is better than anything.